Her muscles turned to liquid as if by his command, her entire body growing warm, limp. She felt an almost popping sensation and then his thumb was inside her, his entire fingernail embedded.
“That’s it. Ah God, Michaela.” He sounded as if he was in a sort of sexual agony and she squirmed against him, wanting more. Wanting to please him. He withdrew his thumb, his index finger replacing it and then he was in, all the way in to his knuckle. Filling both of her holes with his finger and his cock.
Low sounds of pleasure rumbled from his chest, his cock thrusting deeper though he kept his finger still. She panted, unused to such fullness, ecstasy swirling through her blood, spiraling to her clit, her pussy at the intense pressure.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered as he began to move his finger in time with his cock. His free hand smoothed over her butt, her back, making her skin tingle at his tender touch. She was so close to coming she could taste it, feel it. The tremble in her belly, the throbbing of her clit and she reached for it, strained toward it. He increased his pace, indicating he too was close.
“Come for me, baby. Come on my cock,” he urged, thrusting deep, so deep she cried out, her orgasm slamming into her she swore because of his words, his commanding tone. Stars burst behind her lids, like some sort of orgasmic fireworks show was going on inside her head, and her entire body was consumed, shaking, exhausted.
He murmured her name, the sound quiet, vibrating along her nerve endings and then he stilled, spilling himself into the condom. His body shuddered, his groans low, his finger rimming her ass and then he slumped over her, his chest heaving with exertion, his breathing ragged.
She collapsed on the bed, her body spent, her ass still tingling from the new invasion. He withdrew from her, lay beside her for a moment and she heard him get up, most likely disposing of the condom. She rolled over on her side, too worn out to say a word, let alone open her eyes.
“Move over so we can get under the covers,” he urged and she squirmed up onto the pillows, blindly helping him tug back the comforter and sheet until they both could crawl beneath them.
He joined her in the bed, hauled her close. Snuggling against his hot, hard body, she pressed her lips against his chest, her hand resting possessively on his lower stomach, just above his cock.
Mine, she thought drowsily, her mind drifting. This beautiful man was all hers. A gift and how she deserved him, she had no clue.
She couldn’t question it, didn’t want to. Only wanted to savor it, savor him.
For who knew when it all might end.
Chapter Thirteen
Michaela woke up to Austin hovering above her, his mouth on her neck, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin just below her ear. She smiled, wrapped her arms around him and held him close, glancing at the clock on the nightstand to see it was only two in the morning.
“Can’t resist me?” she teased, her hands sliding up his back, down to rest against his tight ass.
“I can never resist you.” He lifted his head, took her mouth in a hungry kiss. His lips insistent, his tongue tangling with hers, and she returned his kiss, her own hunger blooming in her belly, in her entire body.
His cock nudged against her, hard and heavy and damp, leaving a streak of pre-come across her stomach. She reached between them, grasping her fingers around his thick length, and he groaned, thrust into her hand when she stroked him.
“I want you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, quivering even. “All the damn time.”
Her brows furrowed. He sounded…concerned. As if he couldn’t quite believe he wanted her that much.
She understood, she could relate. Whatever was happening between them was mind boggling, almost too much and it was reassuring to know she wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
“I want you, too,” she whispered, not knowing what else to say.
He withdrew from her touch, his hand grasping hers. He took both of her hands, hauled them above her head, pinning her there, and her eyes flew open to find him staring down at her, his hair hanging over his forehead, his expression wondrous and so, so beautiful.
She loved the way he looked at her, baffled and aroused and intent. The way he restrained her, his fingers curled around hers in a tender clasp. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, her nipples rubbing against the crisp curling hairs there, and she brushed against him, the sensation making her sigh with pleasure.
“You’re mine,” he whispered. His cock nudged against her entry, persistent in its quest. “All mine.”
“Yes,” she agreed, shuddering when he stroked the inside of her wrists with his thumbs.
And then he entered her, flesh upon flesh, heat upon heat. She stilled, as did he, their gazes holding for a heartbeat, then two, then five.
“Condom,” she whispered.
“Fuck.” He sunk deeper, the pure pleasure on his face arousing her even more. “You feel good, just like this.”
“Austin.” She squeezed his fingers with hers. “A condom. Please.”
“I’ve always used a condom. With every single person I’ve been with, I swear.” He withdrew nearly all the way before plunging deep inside her once more. She groaned. He did feel damn good. “I’m safe. I’ve been tested recently.”