Page 35 of Always Yours

I stiffen my back and let my hands trail up Austin’s stomach, across his hard abs and up to his chest. I palm his pectoral muscles feeling his nipples pebble through his shirt under my hands. “I haven’t changed my mind. I want you, Austin.”

He groans and runs his hands down my back to my ass, pulling me up against him. “Well, that’s good to know because I’ve been hard ever since.”

I ignore the way the swell of belly presses into his hard stomach. I curl my hands around his neck, threading my fingers through his hair. “Are you sure about this? This body is—”

He cuts me off. “Perfect. Your body is perfect.”

I look at him doubtfully, and he is quick to reassure me. “Trust me, I’d know. I wake up hard next to you every morning. Why do you think that is?”

I shrug, but he doesn’t let me get away with it. He leans down and looks into my eyes. “I’m hard because I wake up with your body pressed to mine. You always have your leg laid over mine, lining your pussy right up against me.” I let out a slow whistle. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about sliding your panties to the side and pushing inside you, making you mine.”

I can’t help it. With awe in my voice, I ask him, “You really want me, don’t you?”

He chuckles. “Fuck, yeah, I do.”

He leans over, wrapping one arm behind my back and the other behind my knees. I stop him from picking me up. “Austin, I’m too heavy… I can—”

He cuts me off as he swings me up in his arms. “Again, you’re perfect. How many times do I need to tell you before you believe me?”

I lean my head against his chest. “Well, it’s not like I’ll get tired of hearing it.”

He climbs the stairs and doesn’t even get short of breath.

When we get to the bedroom, he lets me down until my feet softly land on the floor. He stands in front of me. “Can I undress you, Ally?”

I smile at him. “Those are four words I thought I’d never hear from you.”

“I want to fuck you.”

My eyes widen. “Or those.”

I could be shy. I could tell him I’m going to undress myself and hide under the covers, but I don’t want to. The way I feel when I’m with him makes me want to be uninhibited. I push him until the back of his knees hit the bed and he sits down.

I reach for the hem of my shirt and start to pull it up. I get halfway up my belly and stop. “Are you sure about this, Austin? We can turn off the lights, and you can still have your way with me.”

He’s staring at the bare skin of my midriff. “Oh no, I want to see it all.”

Reassured, I pull the shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor.

My chest is practically vibrating as I reach behind me and undo my bra, letting the straps fall off my shoulders and then to the floor.

Austin licks his lips and demands, “More.”

I undo the button of my pants and pull them down my hips. When they get below my knees and I can’t bend over any more, I kick them from my legs.

In nothing but my panties, I reach for Austin, but he’s shaking his head. “No, more.”

I stand in front of him. “You want them off, you take them off.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He puts his hands at my hips and pulls my panties down. He drops them to my feet, and I kick them away.

His gaze travels the length of my body, up and down.

His hands tighten on my waist, and he brings me forward until I’m straddling his legs with my knees on the bed.

His hands are everywhere, and when his mouth opens over my breast, my whole body comes alive.

I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me as I gyrate my hips back and forth. The feel of his rough jeans against my skin is good, but I know what would be better.

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