Page 27 of Thinking It Over

A small laugh escaped me, and his eyes sprung open. I leaned in for a kiss and moved my hand from his backside to his groin. “I like you like this,” I murmured before taking another kiss. “Needy and ready for me.” He looked relaxed, despite his flushed cheeks and worked-up state. Austin coming away this weekend was absolutely the right thing to do.

His lips twitched, and his palms roamed my back. “I’ll be even needier when you have your mouth on me.”

That was all the instruction I needed.

Teasing, licking, and sucking once more, I took him deep, determined to push him over the edge and make him spill. Warm hands clasped my shoulders, fingers digging in as he shared his need. His groans grew louder as I sped up and reached to caress him. He bucked, hips out of control. I shifted my hands to steady him. On contact, I peered up, my mouth full and loving the blissed-out expression staring back at me.

“Hot, so hot,” he said on a gasp. My fingers dug in, and I shifted my speed up a notch, hollowing out my cheeks.

His release would be mine.

Hand and mouth on a mission, I went for the touchdown, needing him to let go. Not only was I desperate for the taste, but I was also eager for his reaction.

I peered up once more, not wanting to miss the moment. When he became taut under my grasp, I knew he was close. Two more head bobs, and he stilled while I worked overtime.

He gasped and groaned before sagging, his fingers digging in my skin lightly before relaxing.

“I think you’ve destroyed me.” He shook his head and laughed. “I can’t feel my toes.”

I pulled back, moving to my knees, feeling deliriously happy seeing his pink cheeks and shiny eyes. “Toe-curling leading to loss of limbs… something to be proud of right there.” I grinned wide and placed a kiss to his mouth, avoiding pressing against him for fear I would explode at the slightest contact.

He smirked against my mouth until he took the kiss deeper. Austin’s flavor remained on my tongue, and with him gently stroking his own against it, I groaned. There was something intrinsically sexy about a man who happily tasted himself.

When his hands caressed my hips before becoming dangerously close to my leaking cock, I pulled away. “There’s no way I can handle you touching me.”

At my words, a sweet smile curved his mouth up. “You want me to prepare myself?” he asked, his eyes steady on mine.

My gulp and nod happened simultaneously.

This time he smirked, and mischief flickered in his eyes. “You just wait right there.”

I actively avoided touching myself, and then took a few deep breaths before I sheathed my aching dick when he’d returned. The whole time I fixed my gaze to his hand. The lube, his fingers, him spreading himself wide for me.

“You’re so sexy.” My words slipped free, a mix of a groan and whisper. Sexy didn’t even cut it, though. With his eyes on me, I didn’t want to miss the eye contact, nor did I want to miss him readying himself. Pink, perfect, and shiny with lubricant, he was the picture of lust and wanton need.

“Oh God.” My words came out on a moan, and I edged closer, no longer able to keep my hands to myself. I nudged his fingers out of the way and took over. Hot and tight and ready. I licked my lips when I eyed his growing cock. Flaccid had long since left the building. I grinned before lapping at his precum, hardly containing myself at the thought of making him come a second time.

“No.” He shook his head wildly, snatching hold of my shoulders and making his intention clear. “I need you inside me.”

Steadying myself over him while he clung to his legs, I positioned my cock. With slow, centering breaths, I worked my way in, eyes darting between mydisappearing shaft and his face. I wanted to capture every nuance, every sound to memory.

Balls deep, I stilled. This time my full attention was on Austin’s expression. He’d clamped hard on his bottom lip. His eyes were half-mast, pupils fixed to mine.

“You okay?”

An exhale slipped past his lips, and he bobbed his head. “Yeah,” he said breathily. “I’m good.” His words were followed by a heated look as he angled off the bed slightly. The action made me grunt.

It appeared he was impatient and more than ready. I took that as my cue and moved gently against him.

He was tight and almost scorching. The expression painting his features urged me on. Pleasure and desire drifted between us, constant before steadily building until I couldn’t hold back. I reached out for him, steadied myself so I could take him in a firm grip. His reaction was immediate as he pushed against me, almost frenzied in his movements. I adjusted my position, needing desperately to push us both over the edge.

Tingles shot up my spine, sped down to my toes, causing them to curl tightly as I jerked him. The first spill of liquid on my palm pushed me over. I slammed my eyes shut, reveling in the rush of feeling, the blast of pleasure sending me so high I could barely feel anything beyond Austin clamping around me. Springing my eyesopen, wanting to see him come down, I glanced first at my hand that pumped a gentle rhythm, then his face.

Glazed eyes peered up at me.

This right here was my favorite look on him.

His defenses were down, his leadership hat was securely hidden away, and he was simply Austin, the man who’d managed to catch my attention like no other and had the ability to make me come so hard I saw stars.

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