Chapter 8 Elizabeth #2
“Silk.” He swallowed. “Silk and lace.” I blinked for a moment, about to ask what he was talking about, when the pad of his middle finger touched me right where I needed him.
Any kind of words or how they sounded vanished.
All with a simple light touch so light it felt like I was balancing on a tightrope.
The graze against my swollen clit was too much; my head fell back as my eyes rolled in ecstasy.
“Austin!” I cried out. My fingers dug into his shoulders.
“Fucking hell, look at you, Elizabeth. My sweet angel isn’t so innocent, is she? She’s my very own wildcat. Wet and ready for me to touch you.”
“More than touch. I need…” My breath came out in jagged pants.
“I know what you need, angel,” he growled, and our lips connected. For a long moment, I got lost in the kiss.
It was deep and wet.
Intense yet sweet.
I felt like I was completely surrounded by Austin. Like he was the hurricane and I was in the middle of the vortex, cocooned by his warmth and embrace. And god help me, I never wanted to leave the chaos of him.
“Baby,” I whimpered against his mouth. I loved how I felt his lips tilt up into a wolfish smile.
His hands moved down to my skirt, pulling the fabric up and over my ass.
Cool air brushed against my over-sensitized skin, and goose bumps grew all over every inch of my body.
Finally, a little voice inside me whimpered in relief.
His big, thick, calloused paws gripped one ass cheek first, then the other.
The feeling of my muscles being squeezed made me moan.
“Fuck! This ass. Shit, everything about you is so goddamn perfect,” he groaned, and I felt a rush of wetness coat my inner thighs.
“I’m not—“ I started to argue, but he cut me off. Pulling away just enough for our eyes to lock.
“You are. For me, Elizabeth, you’re perfect. You’re mine, Lizzy baby.”
“Austin—” I licked my lips. I wanted to believe him. Jump right over the cliff with him and take the biggest risk of our lives.
“You think that’s crazy?” he interrupted. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “I don’t care. It doesn’t make it any less true.” I gasped when I felt his hands move between my thighs. I heard the ripping sound before I felt the silky lacy material of my red panties give way.
“Austin!” I gasped in shock. No man had ever wanted me with this kind of ferocity.
His fingers grazed against my lips, and my lungs seized as my eyes begged for him to touch me, to finger me.
And when he did? He didn’t hesitate. A long, thick finger slid right in, and the two of us groaned together.
The sound of relief and need melted together, making it sound like the sweetest symphony.
“So damn wet. Tight,” he clipped, his breathing completely off. His free hand squeezed my ass cheek. “Show me how much you want to ride my finger, Lizzy.”
“Yes!” I gasped. My hands held on to his shoulders, and I did as he sked. Rolling and grinding raising my hips up and down so I could take that one finger inside me deeper. Harder. Sweat started to form at my neckline.
“Fucking hell, look at you.” His free hand left my ass cheek and tugged on the strap of my dress. I helped him out, pulling it down.
It was hard.
The top of the dress was fitted, but where there was a will, there was a way.
Before I knew it, I was topless, my breasts in his hand, cupping them. Squeezing them before he pulled on my nipple, and my eyes fluttered shut.
“Austin.”
“Fuck, baby.” His finger slipped from my pussy, and I watched, completely fascinated by the way he brought it up to his nose and breathed in my scent.
My face felt hot. The gesture was as crude as it was hot.
A deep rumble, almost an animalistic sound, vibrated through him as he slid his finger in his mouth and sucked on it.
“You taste so fucking good,”
“You can taste me later.” I licked my lips. “I need you. Please.” My hands moved between us, and his covered mine before I could start undoing his belt.
“Wait,” he rasped. “We don’t have to rush. We have the rest of our lives. We should…” He shook his head. “Let me taste you first. Get you off with my hands and mouth—“
“No. Later. We have the rest of our lives for foreplay,” I found myself saying, and his grip on my hands tightened.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned.
“Please, Austin,” I whined. “I need you. I hurt. I need you.” I lifted my skirt, knowing very well that I wasn’t playing fair.
His eyes dropped and heated. His features changed when a wildness reflected in his eyes as they settled between my legs.
“You see how wet I am? How wet you have made me? A wet, warm mess? Please. I feel… empty. Fill me.”
“Fuck, how can I say no to that?” His jaw clenched tightly as his eyes homed in on my pussy.
“Take me out,” he ordered. The command made me work as quickly as I could.
Undoing his belt buckle and button was easy.
As carefully as I could with shaky hands, I undid his zipper.
My eyes widened as I slipped my hand inside his pants to pull out his thick cock.
No, his magnificently thick cock.
The thing was a monster.
I’d known he was going to be big; I’d rubbed up against him. But he was so much longer and thicker than I’d ever seen in real life.
“Holy shit, Austin.”
“It’s all yours. It’s all for you.” I bit down on my lower lip.
“Mine?”
“Yours,” he confirmed. “Take me out.”
“He’s big,” I whispered as I pulled him out completely.
“He’ll fit,” he reassured me.
“You sound pretty confident.”
“You were made for me, Elizabeth, and I was made for you.” The confidence he felt was contagious. His hands moved behind me, and I knew what he was doing. Before I knew it, he’d managed to work the tiny zipper at the side and pulled my dress completely off.
“Fuck, you’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, precious angel.”
“Austin,” I moaned before our lips found their way to one another. There was something incredibly hot about being completely naked on his lap with nothing but a ripped and ruined pair of panties hanging low off my waist while he was basically fully dressed. “Austin, please!” I wasn’t above begging.
“I got you, baby.” He shifted us, holding my hips, and then he was there. The thick, broad head of his dick poked at my entrance. I glided back and forth on him and watched as his gaze hooded. “You teasing your man, Lizzy baby?”
“You like it,” I sassed with a smirk.
“I love it. Love you.” My heart felt so full. “But my girl said she felt empty, and her man needs to fill her up.”
With a smile on my face, I nodded and rose slightly to line myself up against him.
Slowly, with patience I didn’t know I had, I took him inch by inch.
Slowly letting his thick girthiness stretch me.
Fill me. I pulled back when it became a little too much, only to drop back down on him, each time taking just a little bit more.
“Austin,” I gasped when he was fully rooted inside of me.
“Look at my girl taking me. Completely.” His voice sounded rough in my ears. “You feel so fucking good. Ride me, baby.” And I did just that. Kissing his neck and face, loving how close we both seemed to need to be close.
“Up,” I whined. “Need you deeper.”
“Greedy Lizzy.” He chuckled but gave me what I needed. “I’ll always give you what you need, angel.” His hips rolled upwards, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Time and space stopped.
Nothing mattered but the two of us chasing the highest of highs as our bodies slapped against one another. Wet squelches sounded and mingled with the sound of our moans. His hands gripped my hips tightly enough I knew I would bear fingerprinted bruises I’d happily wear.
“Love, love, love,” I panted. “You.” My head was thrown back when my orgasm hit me like a Mack truck. Without warning, it crashed into me, making my pussy spasm and convulse around his length.
“Fuck!” he roared into the crook of my neck as he grew thicker, longer inside of me with every thrust until warmth bloomed and he poured himself into me. Sweaty and breathless, I dropped onto his body, and his heavy arms wrapped around me, holding me to his chest.
“Fuck,” he cursed, his head on the headrest.
“Yeah.” I smiled, only enough energy to lift my head to look up at him. “That was…” I didn’t have words, but the way his blue eyes were shining, I knew I didn’t need them. He got it. He felt it.
“Yeah.” He grinned, brushing the hair out of my face. I pulled away, lifting my body up slightly against his almost fully-clothed one.
“I like my marks on you,” I whispered as I took in the sight of him.
At his neck.
His face.
My red lipstick looked like I’d stamped kisses all over him—neck, face, the little bit of his chest that was exposed from the couple of buttons that had gotten undone in the heat of the moment. His eyes went a little wild, and his nose flared.
“You’re not done marking me,” he growled.
“I’m not?” My eyes widened when I felt him. He was still hard.
“Not even close. That was just to take the edge off.” He grinned, and before I knew it, he stood, taking me with him, somehow never slipping out of my body while he walked us straight to my bedroom, where he showed me just how not done he was with me.
But not before he made me re-apply my lipstick.
Guess he really did like my mark on him.