Page 79 of Your Biggest Downfall
He shrugged, a sad resignation in his eyes. “I know. Anyway, Emma came by, which is how I got the keys, so that was nice.”
He was clearly trying to change the subject.
“Yeah,” I responded softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. “That was nice.”
“You’re here,” he mumbled, as if the words were a lifeline he needed to cling to.
“I am here.”
The unspoken words hung between us—I would always be here. Nothing in this world could tear me away from Austin. I felt an overwhelming need to protect him because it seemed no one else would. Everything had changed.
Slowly, I turned to face him fully, bringing my arms around his neck. I pulled him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist, and pressed my lips to his.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered as I pulled away. “You don’t deserve to feel like you’re second string to anyone.”
“I don’t when I’m with you.”
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She kissed me like she owned me—like she was marking me as hers. I held her tightly to my body, our chests pressed together as she devoured me with her tongue. Everything else in my life might be unraveling, but she was the last string holding it all together. I might have only been twenty years old, but I knew I wanted to be with her... forever.
I wanted to make this right for her, take it at her pace, but I could feel her heat between her thighs, even through the water.
“It’s cold,” I murmured when she finally pulled away for air. “Let’s get out and get you warmed up.”
She nodded, and I lifted her to the edge of the tub. There was a little lip on the side, enough for her to sit, or rather, prop her butt up. And it gave me an idea.
“Legs up. Put your toes on the either side of the bathtub and spread wide so I can get in the middle.”
“Wha—?” She did as I said though, even though her mouth popped open.
I let her steady herself on my shoulders as I scooted her to the edge. Her pussy was dripping, and it wasn’t from the water in the tub.
Her breathing quickened, shallow and uneven, as I traced a path up her thigh toward her pussy, my lips brushing against the soft, sensitive skin, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. “Can I?”
Her eyes widened, but the slight thrust of her hips toward my mouth was all the answer I needed. “Now,” she whispered.
As I reached her core, the heat radiating from her was intoxicating. I slid my tongue over her clit slowly. She gasped, and her fingers grazed over my hair. Nova’s hips instinctively arched closer to my mouth, seeking more.
Her moans started as soft whimpers, but as I continued, they grew louder and more urgent. Her legs began to tremble, the muscles in her thighs tightening around me as she lost herself in the sensations. I increased the pressure, sucking gently on her clit before swirling my tongue in a way that made her cry out.
I slid my hands up her hips, holding her steady as she began to writhe against me, her back arching off the edge of the tub as the pleasure built inside her. I didn’t let up, my mouth moving faster, coaxing her toward the edge. Her breath hitched with every flick of my tongue, her moans turning into breathless gasps as she climbed higher and higher.
Her fingers dug into my scalp, pulling me closer, as if she couldn’t bear even the slightest distance between us. I could feel the tension coiling tighter within her, her entire body taut with anticipation, every muscle trembling as she teetered on the brink. I pressed my tongue harder against her clit, sucking gently, and that was all it took—she shattered around me, a raw, visceral cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm ripped through her.
I stayed with her, my mouth moving in sync with the waves of her release, not stopping until the last shudder of pleasure left her body. Even then, I didn’t pull away. I let my tongue tracegentle patterns over her sensitive skin, soothing her as she came down.
She slowly opened her eyes, still heavy-lidded with the afterglow, and the sight of her—sated, flushed, and utterly spent—filled me with satisfaction.
“I’m not done,” I murmured as I lifted her up and wrapped a towel around her.
“Good,” she moaned.
I carried her to the other room and gently dropped her onto the large, wooden-framed four-poster bed, making her squeal.
She turned her head to the side. “This isn’t Emma’s room, is it?”
