30
Emaline
Austin strips my clothes off slowly,layer by each agonizing layer. To taunt and tease, to take his time to make me long for his touch so badly that my entire body screams to be devoured when he finally does make contact.
He may refuse to seduce me in the stone tomb, but in my bed in the Cliffton house, it”s a different story altogether. We drove home separately, and the crotch of my jeans was soaked in anticipation by the time we got there. Aaron and Xavier were lounging in the living room watching a ball game, and they looked up and smiled when we snuck past them like secret lovers.
Gently, he removes my glasses, places them on the window sill, and pauses to run those eyes over my naked body. “You so fucking perfect,” he whispers.
“Not really,” I say, about to list all my flaws, but he hushes me by pressing his fingers against my lips.
Being vulnerable in front of him has a whole new meaning, and as he presses his lips against my cheek, my body shivers with immense desire. Those lips don’t stay there, though. They move to my neck, and a sigh escapes my lips, then onto my shoulder. Soft touches trigger a craving so intense that it’s only now that I realize how much I love him.
He drops to his knees and kisses my soft belly as those hands run up and down my thighs, my cool skin burning. He takes a nipple in his mouth as those hands find my butt cheeks and squeeze juice from oranges.
I tip my head back and let my body be consumed as I run my fingers through his hair, which I’ve wanted to do since I met him. Now I know. Now I know what he feels like. Now I know how those fingers dance over my skin and sweep my hair.
An impending orgasm rises just from him sucking my breasts, but there is so much more waiting on the edge, ready to embark. Trembling through my body, awakening every sleeping cell, I contract, holding my breath as he continues to draw me out slowly. The release comes, my legs collapse, and those arms catch me before I land. I’m embraced and cocooned by his warmth.
That embrace holds me tighter and lifts me easily onto the bed, where he strips his sweater off, and I get to see the most glorious chest, firm muscles, flat stomach, and a trail of dark hair from his belly button disappearing under his jeans.
I run my hands all along each ridge and ravine as those eyes are captured by my curiosity and marvel. He can’t hold back for too long before possessing my mouth, pressing his solid chest against my soft curves, breasts squishing, legs spreading wide to wrap around his torso, driving his full crotch into my soaked pussy.
I claw at his cock hidden away where I can’t get it, and he brushes my hand away. “Just wait. Be patient,” he croons in a sultry voice, driving me wild, moving those lips down my body, and I arch my back in agony.
“Fuck me!” I scream, and a mischievous smile worms across his face.
“In good time, woman,” he scolds, muffled by my breasts being sucked, and a naughty hand glides between my legs as I hold on to his tone butt cheeks as if they’re the only things stopping me from exploding into dust.
The orgasm is impending, surging through my inner thighs, aching and shuddering my core, and I cry out in erotic agony - the place between pain and pleasure—the invigorating sensation of smooth and bristly – unshaven chin surrounding smooth lips and a soft, wet tongue. Heaven and hell merge for this moment of unadulterated bliss.
“Noisy girl,” he scolds, biting down on my nipple, forcing a cry from my lips.
“Please fuck me,” I beg. I can’t take it anymore as the orgasm is increasing, brimming, so close. “Please. Please, Austin.”
His mouth pulls away slowly from my nipple as my clit pangs needing a remedy urgently. A man who usually is quick moving and quick thinking is suddenly deliberately slow – taunting and teasing, drawing out my ascend to climaxing as much as he possibly can.
“You’re evil!” I blurt, making him chuckle devilishly. That smile will make even a hardened woman frail.
Kneeling in front of me, still positioned between my spread legs, he painstakingly unbuttons his jeans, then unzips and pulls the jeans down his hips to reveal a huge bulge. Naturally, my hand claims his bulge, and a grunt with a smile exudes from the hottest man I’ve ever met.
This nerdy bookhugging, anti-jock wallflower made ex-crim Austin Leroux hard. I think that deserves an applause and a gold medal.
“Condom,” I insist as he moves in closer, those pupils dilating, lips wet with desire. All my dreams are coming true at once.
“Hang on,” he says, rolling off the bed and leaving the room. His footsteps quickly fade as the sound of a door opening and closing follows.
When he returns, he pauses at the doorway, curious eyes glistening and dancing over my body, drinking me in. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel like a beautiful, desired woman instead of the terrified, plain Jane that I’ve always been.
“Condoms,” he states, holding up three between his fingers. “Aaron’s.”
“You don’t have any?” I ask inquisitively.
He shakes his head. “I haven’t wanted to go near a woman for a while, so I didn’t bother buying rubbers.”
He slams the door behind him and drops his dark blue underwear to reveal his erect cock, straight out like a rod, pointing hungrily at me. Instead of sliding between my legs again, he takes both pillows, stacking them against the headboard, and pats the top pillow, indicating for me to climb on.
“Sit with legs spread facing me,” he instructs in a steely voice.
I do as he says, leaning against the headboard and spreading my legs wide as he kneels before me and slips a condom on his hard cock. Leaning forward, he claims my mouth again, slipping his tongue inside, drawing a sigh from my lips. As his tongue thrusts further into my mouth, his cocks follows by pushing inside of me.
He moves his hips in time with his tongue, thrusting at the same time, and my body is enthralled, sighing, gasping, shivering. Grasping my thighs, he yanks me further onto his cock, so he is nice and deep, then places his hands on either side of my shoulders, gripping the headboard.
Still, with his mouth devouring mine, he starts his pace, banging into me, and I cry out into his mouth as it pinches slightly toward the back of my body. His thrusts are solid and quick, taking no prisoners, and it isn’t long before the pinching sensation adds to my impending orgasm.
His ramming is hard and deep, and I’m so wet that I can feel my juice running down my thighs onto the pillow underneath my bare backside.
My orgasm rises fast, and I’m surprised at how loud my cries are with every violent, drilling thrust. I hold on tight to his fine body, smooth skin, and delicious taste as my orgasm envelopes me, and my eyes roll back into the back of my skull as I contract and let out a silent scream.
Waves come and go as Austin keeps pounding until there is nothing left, then ejaculates into the condom.
He falls still inside of me and wraps those strong arms around my body, peppering kisses all over my bare shoulders.
“Are you okay?” his warm breath graces my cheeks.
I nod in reply, unable to speak. The words have been fucked out of me in a tantalizing animalistic unabashed way.
“Are you sure?” he asks softly, gazing into my eyes with a smug, satisfied smile.
“You’ve wasted me,” I tell him.
“Wasted you?” he enquires, slightly confused.
“Yeah, I have nothing left,” I sigh, exhausted.
“You better find some gas to energize you because I’m gonna want to fuck you again in approximately twenty minutes, I reckon,” he promises.
I raise my chin in pride, flaring my nostrils. “I assure you I’ll be ready.”
He smiles with those twinkling eyes as he pulls out of me and prompts me to get off the pillows and crawl under the blankets where it’s warm.
Austin gets up off the bed with the condom hanging off his half-limp cock and leaves the room to dispose of it. My eyes naturally watch those perfect buttocks move as he leaves and that smooth, beautiful back, molded in fine muscles.
I hear the toilet flush, followed by him reappearing at the doorway, just as sharp cracking noises fire out outside. At first, I assume it’s fireworks, but the expression on Austin’s face tells a different story.
I’m not sure what’s going on, but Austin rushes onto the bed and uses his body to cover me just as something hits the bedroom window and smashes, glass shattering all over us.