Page 36 of Cinnamon Cider Whiskey
He chuckled. “Yeah. It is. But I’m trying to be a nice guy.”
“You can do that by seeing if we can make that happen again.” She reached down, slipping her hands into his boxers and pulling them over his ass. “But first I have to see if you’re ready.”
His brows shot up. “Trust me. I’m more than ready.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” She pushed him to his back and his boxers to his ankles. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed sex. She ran her hands up his legs, cupping him, stroking him, enjoying how he tensed and relaxed.
“You don’t need to do this.”
“I want to.” She smiled before taking the tip into her mouth.
He groaned, taking her hair and piling it up on top of her head. “You’ve got two minutes. That’s all I can handle.”
“Sucks to be a man and not have the ability to have multiples.”
“I’m a giver, not a taker.”
She stared into his soulful eyes as she licked his shaft.
“Now you only have a minute,” he said behind a tight jaw.
Wanting to put that time to good use, she took as much of him into her mouth as she could. Austin had been the first man she’d ever touched. He taught her about his body and showedher things about herself she had no idea about. They had learned to love together. The thrill of being back in his arms filled her heart. There was no other man for her.
Only Austin.
He tugged at her hair. “That’s enough.”
“I thought you said I was in control.”
“You are, except for that.” He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her hard. It was filled with passion and made her come alive.
She felt desirable for the first time in years.
Straddling him, she eased his length inside, taking him glorious inch at a time. He filled her like no one else.
He gripped her hips. A groan escaped his mouth.
She rocked back and forth, letting the pressure build. Her muscles twitched and tightened as her climax approached. She curled her toes, hoping to ward it off, but the pleasure exploded like a volcano.
“Austin. Yes.” She pressed her hands on his chest, arching her back, grinding against him with fury. Every nerve ending tingled. Her orgasm rolled into a second as he thrust himself deep inside her, releasing his own.
“Sweet Cinnamon,” he whispered, pulling her to his chest and kissing her neck. He ran his hands up and down her back, massaging gently.
It took a good five minutes for either of them to catch their breath.
She rolled off him and snuggled into his side. Tickling her fingers through the few strands of chest hair he had, she sighed. “You’re so wonderful.”
“So are you.” He pressed his lips against her temple. “I love you so much.”
She lifted her head. “I love you too. Thank you.”
He chuckled. “You never have to thank me for loving you.”
“It’s not that.” She rested her chin on her hands. “You’re always so patient and kind.” A tear burned her cheek.
“Don’t cry, babe.”
“These are happy tears.” She smiled. “I was so lost when I came here and now I have direction. I truly feel like the world is at my fingertips and everything will be all right.”
