Page 56 of Alive and Wells

“I told you last night, I’ve been taking this slow. I need to be certain you trust me. I don’t want this to be a one-time quick fuck for you to get over your ex, and I don’t want to do anything that could hurt you.”

Good Lord, now is not the time to make me think about KJ.Not unless he wants me to become drier than the Sahara.

“Austin, if you don’t shut the hell up about him.” I firmly cup his chin between my fingers. “I trust you. I want you.”

My free hand drags down his chest to the bulge in his pants, and he lets out a shuddering breath as my touch traces his cock through his jeans. I make quick work of undoing his belt, my kisses becoming feral. Neither of us breathing, I boldly slip my hand into his pants—underneath his boxers. His pickup truck’s definitely not compensating for anything. His moan tangles in my mouth as my thumb circles the head, slipping through the beaded arousal on his tip and spreading it down his shaft.

“Are you going to say anything else stupid?” I smile against his lips.

He shakes his head no and kisses his way down my body again.Smart man.He drops to his knees at the edge of the bed and, gripping my hips, pulls me to meet him. His eyes pin me to the mattress while his palms skate up my thighs. They tremble under his touch and he firmly parts them, taking in my open, waiting, desperate body. Slowly slipping a finger through the wetness between my legs, his shoulders relax, like he’s perfectly content with doing nothing more than touching me. Meanwhile, the way I need him is painful. His face is so close to the spot that’s begging for him, my body instinctively rocks toward it. Desperate for pressure, relief, anything. He parts me with his fingers, letting his warm breath blow across my sensitive skin. The hum of electrical currents compels my hips to buck under him as his tongue makes light contact with my clit.

Holy fucking hell.

I realize I must’ve said it out loud when his laugh vibrates on my pussy. His eyes burn up at me between delicately placed licks and kisses, teasing me. Each slight touch has me growing more restless and hungry and wanton for him. His fingers glide through the wetness, and my back arches sharply in response.

“You’re so fucking wet and beautiful.” His voice is deeper and needier than usual. Wonder and desire threaded in his words. “Just like I knew you would be.”

Austin’s tongue plunges into me, and I let out a whimper, which seems to make primal instinct take over in him. His eyes darken, pupils fully dilated, and his gaze roams my body. Two fingers inch inside me, crooking immediately to glide against the spot that turns the sparks into a wildfire. At the same time, his tongue drags quick circles over my clit. My fingers are knotted in his dark hair—pulling and gripping to keep from squirming off the bed. Losing the ability to think about anything, besides the decadent sensation deep in my core.

Just as I’m about to reach my peak, he slows. Going back to sweet kisses and a feather-soft touch. I grab his head, pulling him back to me.

“Please,” I whine. “I’m so close.”

“I promise the build-up will be worth it. I won’t leave you wanting. You’re going to come on my fingers and tongue, and then again on my cock.”

His firm hands roughly grab my hips. He devours me again, and my exhilarated sigh is met with his thundering groan. The sound alone nearly sends me over the edge. Knowing he’s enjoying this as much as I am makes it all so much sweeter. Over and over, he brings me there and then stops just shy of what I can imagine will be an earth-shattering orgasm. Repenting with quiet, apologetic kisses all over my skin before starting up again.

I let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re about to make me do it myself.”

“So impatient. I’m happy to spend every minute I can here. What’s the rush?” His fingers press against my inner wall and drag their way down, forcing my hips up off the bed in a plea. My moan fills the room as I grip the sheets, clinging to anything that’ll keep me grounded.

With a cocky smile, Austin withdraws his fingers and slips them into his mouth. A look of desire washes over his darkened eyes. My clit, swollen and hypersensitive, throbs in anticipation. I don’twanthim to touch me. I need it.

“You taste fucking perfect. The sweetest thing I’ve ever eaten.” A tremor rushes through my body as his fingers swipe across my entrance, and he licks the shimmering wetness from them once again. “Are you ready for me to quit being gentle?”

“Thatwas you being gentle?” My eyes feel like they’re going to pop out of my head. Whatever he has planned, I’m afraid, intrigued, and excited as hell.

Austin’s beard scratches against my sensitive inner thighs, and I close them around his head. I know what I want. This time, I’m not letting him go until I have it.

His forearms pry my knees apart, and he looks up at me. “Keep these legs open like a good girl. You need to be able to watch when I make you soak my face with your cum. Drown me, darlin’.”

Nobody’s ever talked to me this way, but it adds to the wet heat between my shaky thighs. All I can do is whimper out a soft, “Okay.”

The soft bedding caresses my body, and I sink deeper with every tender touch. It’s everything I never thought I’d experience with a man—I’ve never felt so taken care of.Loved.His eyes flit up to mine, looking through his dark lashes, gauging me to make sure I’m comfortable.

My body shudders immediately upon feeling his tongue crash into my clit again, and his fingers draw against my insides in a way only my favourite vibrator ever has. I thrash against the bed, and his nails dig into my thighs to hold me down, drawing out my orgasm with everything he has. All the muscles in my body contract and, even as I’m coming back down, he doesn’t stop. His tongue continues to flit across my tender clit, while aftershocks have my legs shaking violently under his grasp.

“Austin,” I cry out. I’ve never been the type to moan a guy’s name in bed, but I’ve also never had one make me come this hard.

“Mhmm.” The rumble of his voice against me sends a new wave of desire coursing through my veins.

“Fuck,” I whine. “I don’t think I can take any more.”

Pulling back to look me in the eye, he says, “One more. Give me just one more, darlin’. I know you can.God.The number of times I’ve jerked off thinking about this—your taste and your body writhing under me as I make you come. Now that I have you, I never want this to end.”

His fingers plunge into me once more, and I find myself fiercely wishing it was his cock. I’m not sure I can give him one more, but it doesn’t seem as though I have a choice. His thumb strums my clit, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. As he has me chasing my high again, all I want is to be filled by him. To feel like we’re one. To have the same effect on his body he’s having on mine right now. A second orgasm hits hard and fast, as he aggressively licks, working in a steady rhythm alongside his hand. My nails rake across his shoulders, my feet cramp, and hot liquid rushes through me as I convulse with a final swipe of his tongue.

“Atta girl,” he murmurs between my legs. “What I would give to have you come in my mouth all day long.”

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