24. Paris
TWENTY-FOUR
PARIS
I exhale slowly at Austin’s words, letting them settle in and calm my raging nerves. He’s right—we are different. There’s no denying that. So, while I can’t completely banish my anxiety in this moment, I can trust him when he says he likes me just as I am, and give him the opportunity to prove it.
Pressing his soft lips to my cheek, he lingers for just a moment before trailing open-mouth kisses along my jaw.
A shuddered breath leaks from my lungs when he latches onto my neck, the tension in my body releasing as my legs fall to the mattress.
He continues his descent, dragging his tongue down my chest and tracing the neckline of my bra.
“These tits. So fucking full and perfect,” he rasps, curling a finger into one cup and exposing my breast to the cool air of the room.
He swirls around my nipple, causing my hands to shoot into his hair for purchase.
“And so sensitive.” I gasp when he pulls the peaked bud into his mouth, sucking in soft pulses before releasing me with a wet pop. “Can I take this off?”
I nod, arching my back as he reaches behind and unfastens the clasp.
The luxe black lace falls away, exposing me to him.
His gaze flares with arousal, a deep groan rumbling up his chest before he gives the other nipple the same mind-altering attention.
The shame and anxiety I was feeling moments ago begin to fade away, my head spinning as he continues his journey down my body.
“And this tummy.” He kisses below my navel. “You grew three beautiful children right here. They each left you with the most amazing physical reminders of the lives you created, and the love you gave before they even took their first breath.”
My eyes well with tears, fluttering closed as he whispers the sweetest words into my skin.
“I’d give anything to have known you back then.
You wouldn’t have gone a single day feeling like you were anything less than the most stunning woman on this planet.
You’re so fucking sexy, baby. And you don’t even have to try. ”
He slides his arms beneath my thighs, curls his fingers around them, and spreads me wide. Soft kisses and licks rain down on my tender flesh, goosebumps following in their wake. “I could spend forever worshiping every dip, valley, and dimple on this gorgeous body. Fuck, Paris. You’re everything.”
My clit throbs when he goes from one thigh to the other, nipping at the skin before soothing it with his tongue.
Arousal floods the inside of my panties, causing me to exhale an urgent, shuddered breath.
I want to live in this moment for the rest of my life, the pieces of my broken, battered heart fusing back together one affirmation at a time.
“Austin.” I whisper his name as a full sentence, not really even sure why.
Maybe it’s because he’s making me feel more cherished than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
Or maybe it’s because saying his name and feeling his soft curls between my fingers proves that he’s really here, and that this isn’t a dream.
“What, Baby Girl? Tell me what you want. Let me make you feel good.” He nips at the skin of my bikini line, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.
As nervous as I am to take this step after not having sex for so long, I know I’m ready.
I trust Austin, and there isn’t a doubt in my mind that he’ll take care of me. I just have to say the words.
I swallow, my abdomen trembling with a mixture of nerves and desperation.
My heart beats wildly in my chest, and I look down, our eyes locking as he awaits an answer.
He’s so incredibly sexy with his messy hair and swollen lips, the cocky smirk that lifts one corner of his mouth causing my inner walls to clench around nothing.
It’s enough to have me going against everything I’ve ever known, telling him—out loud—exactly what I want him to do to me.
“I want you to lick my pussy.”
His smirk grows into a wicked smile, and he pushes back on his heels, his expert fingers moving quickly to work my panties down my legs.
He throws them aside, his gaze darkening as it locks onto my center for the first time.
He blows out a harsh puff of air, the muscles in his chest and abdomen contracting.
“Goddamn,” he says so quietly that I almost miss it.
He doesn’t blink, staring at my dripping entrance like he’s trying to memorize every inch.
My cheeks heat, my fists gripping the comforter beneath me.
It takes every bit of self-control in my body not to cover myself up, the girl I was before I set foot into this bedroom telling me that I’m not worthy of a man like Austin Baker.
But I fight it…because by the look on his face right now, he certainly thinks I am.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. I’m going to fucking devour it.”
Before I can even react, he’s lying flat on his stomach, his warm breath ricocheting off my sensitive bundle of nerves.
I’ve never really been a fan of receiving oral sex, to be honest. It always felt good at first, but the stiff, repetitive motion across my most delicate parts made it hard to get there.
Granted, the only person I’ve ever done it with treated it like a chore most of the time, which made it difficult to get into.
But Austin has already expressed how badly he wants it, so maybe that’ll be the difference I need to fully let go.
My fists remain tight around the bedding, anticipating the rough press of his tongue against me.
I expect him to dive in with how keyed up he is…
which is why I’m taken by surprise when he leans in and drags a feather-light lick from the bottom of my slit all the way to the top.
He flutters over my clit gently, causing my eyes to roll back in my head because oh my God, it feels incredible.
“I knew it,” he rasps. “I knew you’d taste this good.
” He dips back down, repeating the torturous motions and pulling sounds I’ve never heard before from my chest. I moan, my entire body lighting up when he traces a wet circle around the hardened nub before giving it a brief, soft suck.
He kisses my pussy, and my hips buck, desperate for more pressure that he doesn’t give.
Before long, I’m a writhing, panting mess, fighting the grip he’s got on my thighs as he keeps me pinned into place.
He flicks and teases for what feels like hours before finally giving me the pressure and speed my body is begging for.
His licks become faster and firmer, causing the most delicious pull in the pit of my stomach.
And when he slowly sinks one finger inside, following it with another while my inner walls mold around him, I can’t hold back the satisfied cry that tears up my throat.
“Fuck yeah,” he says between sucks. “You love that, don’t you?
Having your tiny pussy stuffed with two big, thick fingers.
So wet and warm, just for me.” His filthy words alone could probably make me come, but add in the way he’s fucking me so expertly, and I’m nearing the edge faster than I ever thought was possible.
“Oh my God,” I rush out, electricity skittering throughout my body.
He doesn’t let up, trapping my clit between his lips and sucking in rapid pulses.
I’m right there, pleasure yanking me toward the summit as my legs shake uncontrollably.
And when he curls his fingers, the pads pressing against a spot that has stars exploding behind my eyes, I go off like a rocket, convulsing wildly as my orgasm slams into me.
I can’t speak. I can’t breathe. The only thing I can do is surrender to the euphoria, letting it toss me around like a ship in a hurricane. I’ve never been overwhelmed like this before, my entire body vibrating as he licks me through the climax.
Eventually, the pleasure begins to ebb, the haze in my brain slowly dissipating as I return to the present.
He pulls his fingers from my body, their wet pads pressing into my thigh.
I’m tingling everywhere, small aftershocks causing my legs to jerk every time he slicks his tongue across my overstimulated clit.
He reads my reactions, giving me time to recover as he peppers barely-there kisses to the swollen skin that surrounds my opening.
His thumbs rub back and forth over my heated flesh, only adding to the pure, unadulterated bliss that’s coursing through me.
“Sweet, sweet girl,” he says softly, and I peel my eyes open to find the sexiest sight.
Austin’s cheeks are flushed, his lips wet with my arousal before he darts his tongue out to lick them clean.
The move is so erotic that I begin to feel that familiar pull deep in my core, my body already begging for another orgasm.
I hum, letting my lids flutter closed and making him chuckle.
“Did that feel good?” he asks. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he’s pretty proud of himself.
In his defense, he should be. I’ve only come a handful of times from oral, and never that hard.
I’m pretty sure he just ruined me for other men, and as scary as that may seem, I couldn’t give less of a fuck.
“It was amazing,” I sigh. “You’re so good at that.”
“Happy to hear that, Baby Girl. Because I’m addicted. Now that I’ve tasted you, I’m going to crave this cunt every minute of every day.”
My hips jolt when he leans back in and drags his tongue across my used clit, a sharp gasp getting caught in my throat. Somehow, it hurts and feels heavenly at the same time, but my legs involuntarily slam against his ears the moment he adds more pressure.
“W-wait, Austin, I can’t,” I object. “It’s too much. I need…”
“I know, gorgeous,” he mutters, the words hot against my skin. “I just want to make out with your pussy for a little longer. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”