Was he falling for her as she already had for him? Or was it too good to be true?
She couldn’t think about it, overanalyze it. It would do her no good. She needed to live in the moment and enjoy Austin while she had him.
Her hands went to his ass, pushing his underwear down so she could touch bare skin. His skin was smooth and deliciously firm. He had a sexy ass, one that looked good in jeans, in anything, and she kneaded him there, enjoying the way his hips thrust against her, his cock urgent and thick.
“Don’t,” he muttered after he tore his lips from hers. “Not yet, babe. If you keep touching me like that I’ll shoot off like a rocket.”
And didn’t that sound fabulous? Reluctantly she removed her hands from his butt and clung to his hips, her breath catching in her throat when he kissed her again, more gently this time.
Oh, she didn’t want to wait for him to kiss her all over her body. She wanted him inside her now. Needed him. Her pussy felt empty, her body greedy for his invasion, and she broke their kiss, trailed her lips along his jaw, down his throat, the faint stubble growing there rough against her lips.
“Austin.” She clawed at him, her hands pushing at his underw
ear once again, wanting them off. “I need you.”
He got rid of them, reached for a condom from the box he kept in his bedside table. “Hold on, babe.”
“I want you inside me.” She felt as if her skin, her insides were on fire and she was burning up, consumed. She clawed at him, didn’t want to stop touching him as he drew up on his knees and tore into the condom wrapper, sheathing himself quickly.
“Like this?” He grabbed her hips and hauled her to him so her legs wrapped on either side of him. His cock was huge and thrusting from between his legs and Austin took aim. She lifted her knees, pressed her feet into the mattress.
“Yes, like this. Now, please.” She sounded desperate, lost and she felt that way too. All she wanted was him inside her, filling her, completing her.
Gripping the base of his cock, he eased the tip of it inside her, teasing her. His other hand rested atop her knee, slid down her thigh, and she arched against him, the groan leaving her so primal she shocked herself.
This is what he did to her, turned her into a needy, squirming thing that burned for him. He withdrew from her body, making her cry out and then he returned, slid deeper where he paused for a beat before withdrawing again.
She watched, the sight of his cock glistening with her juices making her bite her lower lip. His gaze lingered there too, rapt on the rhythmic plunder and retreat until he finally looked up and caught her stare.
“My little watcher,” he whispered. His velvety voice was a mixture of pleasure and sin, everything decadent and delicious and bad for you. “I should make you get on your hands and knees. Fuck you from behind so you can only feel.”
A fresh gush of cream escaped her at his words, and he laughed before withdrawing from her completely. She whimpered at the loss, her hands reaching, and he actually batted them away.
“Roll over, baby. I’m going to give you what you want. Just be patient.”
She did as he asked and got into position on her hands and knees. Rarely did she let a man take her this way, had always found it a little uncomfortable. But with Austin, she was willing to do anything he wanted.
Anything.
The mattress dipped and he approached her from behind on his knees, disappearing from her view. She closed her eyes, waited in breathless anticipation for his touch, his next move and he didn’t disappoint.
One thick finger slid inside her, going deep before doing a slow drag from her clasping pussy. She gasped, let out a ragged breath when he did it again, this time with two fingers. Then he brushed them against the rosette of her ass.
She stiffened beneath his touch. In all of their recent adventurous pursuits, he’d never touched her there. She’d always been curious, wondering what it would feel like and if she would like it. She wiggled her ass, teasing him, and he smoothed his free hand over one cheek, gathering more of her cream before slathering it all over the tiny hole.
Oh God. Was he going to actually fuck her there? She didn’t know if she was ready for that, funny enough. They’d done so many crazy things yet this one act made her incredibly nervous.
“So pretty back here,” he murmured and she could tell his sole intent was on her pussy, her ass. He stroked her swollen pussy lips, rimmed her entrance with the trace of a fingertip and then played with her ass once more. “Do you want me to fuck your ass? Has that ever been a part of your fantasy?”
“I don’t know,” she answered truthfully, her eyes closing when he nudged the very tip of his finger against the sensitive puckered skin.
“Well, I’m going to fuck you here.” He slowly slid his cock inside her pussy, filling her to the hilt, and she moaned at his possession. “Can you feel me, Michaela?”
“Yes,” she hissed, hanging her head low. He moved within her, in and out, again and again. He held her in place, his big hands sprawled across her back, her hips, and his right thumb slipped down, played with the tiny hole of her ass. Rubbing with every thrust, it pressed a little deeper, went a little farther.
She moaned from the pressure of his thumb, the fullness of his cock. Never had she experienced anything like it, the sensitive nerves of her sphincter tingling from his touch. His cock felt incredibly full and long, taking her this way. She bounced back against him, her butt bumping against his hips, his balls brushing her pussy.
“Take me, Michaela. Open up, baby.” His thumb pressed hard, harder still. “Relax. Let me inside.”