24. Paris #2
He makes good on the oath, carefully closing his lips around my center.
He kisses me there just like he kisses my mouth, his tongue lighting up every nerve ending as it massages passionately.
He moans, the vibration causing my eyes to roll back with how good it feels.
So good, in fact, that it isn’t long before I’m rotating my hips, my body begging for another release.
It builds slowly, then all at once, until I’ve got my fingers curled tightly around his hair and I’m chanting please and more as he picks up speed.
“Good girl, Paris,” he mumbles into my soaked flesh.
“Let go for me. Take whatever you need.” I do just that, allowing the orgasm to pull me under as my desperate cries fill the quiet room.
It’s even stronger than the last, my inner muscles contracting so tightly around nothing that I’m teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain.
I can’t explain why I love the torture, and for the first time in my life, I don’t even care.
This man makes me want to explore a side of myself that’s been buried deep forever, giving him full access and letting him show me who I really am.
I drift back down to earth, the tips of my fingers and toes tingling as the last of my climax fades away.
I’ve never felt this weightless before. My hands being buried in his sandy locks, their softness tickling my palms, is the only reason I’m sure I haven’t floated into outer space after such a mind-melting experience.
Silky kisses pepper my thighs, then my navel as he makes his way back up the bed.
He stops to suck gently on each of my nipples, causing me to whimper at how good it feels.
He licks the tender skin of my neck, his warm exhales echoing quietly in my ear.
My eyes aren’t even open when his mouth covers mine, his tongue plunging inside and giving me an opportunity to taste myself.
I can’t stop the needy moan that crawls up my throat, my body reacting involuntarily to the filthy move.
“You like that, baby?” he murmurs against my lips. “See how fucking sweet you are? I could eat you all night.”
I breathe a laugh. “I’m not sure I could handle that. Can you die from too much pleasure? Because I feel like you can.”
“Hell of a way to go, though,” he jokes, kissing me again.
Our tongues dance, tangling with one another as my hands roam the hardened planes of his back.
His hips begin to move, his cock hitting my sensitive clit at just the right angle.
I’m desperate to feel it without the barrier of his boxer briefs between us, so I muster all the courage I can find and lower my touch to his waistband before urging it down.
He pauses, breaking the connection. His beautiful blue eyes burn into mine, his palm lifting to my cheek as he touches me like I’m the most important thing in his world.
“Are you sure?” I can see the sincerity in his gaze, my heart squeezing in my chest at the sight. He truly cares about me and the things I want, putting them above his own, and that’s not something I’ve ever gotten from a man.
I smile softly, my hand covering the back of his. “I’m sure. I want you, Austin. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”
He swallows, nodding in understanding as he pushes back onto his heels and begins peeling his underwear down his thighs.
The moment his cock springs free, my eyes go wide, and I have to stifle a gasp.
If he notices my immediate reaction, he doesn’t let on, kicking off the tight material as it falls to the floor beside the bed.
I can’t help but stare, wondering how all of that is going to fit inside me.
He’s long and hard, with wide veins protruding from his shaft.
He’s all of nine inches, maybe more, and if I were a betting woman, I’d put my whole life savings on a zero percent chance of me being able to wrap my hand around it.
I’m not overly petite, but I have no idea how this is going to work.
“Something wrong?” he asks, and I drag my gaze up his chiseled body. He’s got one brow arched, and I’d love to answer his question, but what do I even say that won’t make me look like I’m not internally freaking out right now?
“I—just…” I sputter, my eyes going back down to his cock. It twitches under my attention, a bead of precum decorating the tip as it stands proudly. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to take you.”
I expect him to make a joke or say something along the lines of we’ll make it fit, like the guys in the books I read. But I should know better than to think he wouldn’t be completely in tune with my thoughts, because he immediately eases them.
“You’ll take me beautifully, Baby Girl. We have plenty of lube and all the time in the world. We’ll go slow, and if it’s uncomfortable, that just means I need to lick you some more. I won’t hurt you. I’ll never hurt you. Do you trust me?”
I exhale through pursed lips, releasing some of the anxiety that’s coursing through my veins. “Yes, I trust you.”
“Good,” he says with a boyish grin as he wraps a large hand around his shaft and gives it several long strokes. “Because I think I might die if I don’t get to fuck you.”
I giggle, accepting his lips when he leans down and presses them chastely to mine.
But just like that, he’s gone, stretching toward the nightstand and pulling open the drawer.
He roots around for several seconds, and I take the opportunity to touch him everywhere, enjoying the way his muscles flex under my fingertips.
The man is built like a Greek god, with so many rows of abs that I actually lose count.
They lead down to a delicious V—one that I’ll be begging to drag my tongue along the moment he lets me.
His thighs are thick and powerful, his quads firing off when he closes the drawer and returns to his previous position.
My eyes flit down to his hand, where he’s holding a bottle of lube and a gold foil packet that has the word Magnum printed across its surface.
The next ten seconds are a blur, where I don’t take my stare off him as he rolls the condom down his length and drizzles some of the clear liquid into his palm.
The sound it makes as he works it over himself has my pussy throbbing in anticipation, my muscles twitching when he rubs the remainder along my sensitive opening.
I’m already soaked, but the extra lubrication makes me a lot less nervous about not being able to take him.
Lowering down, his cock presses to me, the feeling of his skin against mine unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. He’s so hard and warm and perfect. There isn’t another place I’d rather be right now than under him, his weight on my body making me feel safe and secure.
His gaze finds mine, his fingertips brushing a rogue strand of hair from my cheek as he swallows thickly. “I’m falling for you, Paris Bellamy.”
Six words. One sentence. And everything I thought I knew about love is completely and utterly obliterated.
Emotion clogs my throat, the words catching. But I need him to know that I’m feeling the same way, so I wet my lips and release them into the sliver of space between us. “I’m falling for you, too.”
He huffs a relieved laugh, as though he thought I’d tell him otherwise.
But how could I, when everything he’s done has been to make me feel like the strongest, most beautiful woman in the world?
Austin loves to care for me, but he also knows how to build me up, reminding me that I don’t need anyone, and that I’m capable of doing it all on my own.
That’s all I’ve ever wanted—someone to cheer me on when I’m swimming, and to hold my head above water when I start to drown.
He may not even realize the confidence his words and actions have given me since the day we met, but I do.
It’s something I’ll take with me for the rest of my life.
Slowly, he lowers his head, pressing another passionate kiss to my lips as he reaches down and grabs his erection by the base.
His crown is right at my opening, and I take a deep breath, letting it go as he slowly pushes forward.
It burns at first, my body doing everything it can to accept him, but he’s big, and I haven’t done this for a really long time.
“There you go, baby,” he praises, capturing my gaze with his as he continues.
“Nice and easy. Relax for me.” His gentle tone is soothing, and I melt into the mattress right before he feeds me another inch.
I clench involuntarily, the resulting sensation causing me to moan out loud.
He’s not even halfway inside me, and it already feels so. Fucking. Good.
He pulls back the smallest amount before pressing forward, still meeting some resistance when he gets past the depth he was at a few seconds ago.
He pushes up onto his elbow, lowering his free hand between our bodies and rubbing the most delicious circles on my swollen, aching clit.
I feel myself growing wetter, the extra lubrication allowing him to advance until I’ve taken everything he has.
I can’t move. Can’t breathe, afraid that there isn’t a modicum of space for anything else inside me.
But even through the stretch as my body works to adjust, this is the most euphoric pleasure I’ve ever known.
I’m so full, both figuratively and literally, with the gentlest yet most dominating man treating me like I’m the center of his world.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispers, raining kisses across my cheek and neck. His lips hover over my ear, causing goosebumps to rise along the heated flesh. “Are you okay?”
I nod my head, letting his voice and the way his heart is beating against mine lull me until I’m able to suck in a shaky inhale. “Yes. It’s tight, but I really like it.”