Fighting to Breathe (Shooting Stars 1)

Before I have a chance to mourn their loss, his hands are back on me, traveling up my sides, taking my top with them as they move up over my breasts discarding that piece of clothing behind him as well. Standing back his eyes devour me from head to toe, rumbling something under his breath he runs his fingers along the edge of my bra, between the creamy lace material and my skin.

I lie there, entranced by his expression. My body feeling warm everywhere his eyes touch. When his fingers trail from my breasts, over my stomach, around my belly button, then along the lace of my panties, my back arches toward him, offering myself up to his touch, like some kind of pagan sacrifice.

“You tell me if you want to stop,” he says, and my gaze trains on his. I nod once, knowing there is no way I will ever ask him to stop touching me. His body comes to rest over mine and his lips touch my mouth, my chin, and then his fingers pull down the straps of my bra at my shoulders, placing open-mouth kisses across my skin. I sit up slightly as he reaches behind me, unhooking the garment, and when his eyes take in my breasts, my nipples pucker in anticipation. His fingers skim over the hard peeks, making me whimper again.

The first touch of his mouth on my skin has my body coming off the bed and my legs wrapping around his hips, anchoring him to me. His large, rough hand cups my other breast, making my body writhe under him. Running my fingers through his hair his mouth moves back to my other breast, sucking deep causing my core to tighten.

My head presses back into the pillow, and my body lights up as his hand travels down between my legs. He grunts again as his fingers slide over the lace still covering my core. I’m so wet that I know the delicate material is soaked.

My head lifts off the pillow watching as he kisses down my body before kneeling on the floor between my spread legs. Covering me through the lace with his mouth my eyes widen in surprise.

“Austin,” His eyes meet mine. I know it’s ridiculous, because I’m a thirty-three-year-old woman, but I have never had anyone do this to me, and even though my body is primed, the situation feels awkward. I watch his eyes heat further as understanding fills his features. How he knows what I’m feeling and thinking, I have no idea, but he does.

“No ones ever ate your pussy baby?” He asks against my core.

“No,” I whisper.

“Not even one little taste?” he asks, turning his head to kiss the inside of my thigh.

“Never.” I shake my head franticly.

“So it’s all mine?” He pulls the lace to the side and bites the lips of my pussy.

“Yes.” I whimper.

“Your not gonna deny me this are you baby?” He asks as his tongue licks up my center.

Oh.

My.

God.

“No,”

I attempt to relax my body and watch as his nose runs over my core, and then his teeth nip, making my body fall back onto the bed. A loud riiiip sounds through the room, startling me as cool air bushes across my sex.

The wet skim of his tongue sliding up from my entrance to my clit makes my fingers

tangle in the sheets on the bed, and my hips lift and follow the feeling. Then he does it again and again, creating a weight in my belly that my whole being begins to reach for.

One finger enters me, tearing a loud moan from the back of my throat. My hips press closer to his mouth, and my hands rise above my head as my core begins to squeeze in sync with my heartbeat when he enters me again, but this time with two fingers. He rolls them over my g-spot while his mouth latches onto my clit. I come hard and loud, my body pressing deeper into the bed, my legs closing in around his ears, unable to take anymore stimulation as wave after wave of bliss floats through my body.

When I come back to myself, his body is over mine, his jeans gone, and I’m able to see all of him for the first time. His shoulders and chest are broad with tattoos of waves and a ship covering them; his waste is tapered, his muscles firm. One hand presses down on my thigh as I wrap my other around his hip and pull him closer to me. Locking his eyes between my legs his hand wraps around his cock, which is thick and long, the veins all pronounced and the head a deep purple. Sliding it through the wetness, tapping my clit twice, causing another moan to fall from my mouth.

“Tell me this is mine, Lea.” My eyes roam over him. His body is tense and his brows are drawn together; he looks like an ancient Viking warrior.

“I’ve always been yours,” I tell him honestly, and then he’s in me. His body stills, giving me a moment to catch my breath and adjust to his size. I feel completely full and stretched, it’s like nothing I ever felt before.

“Fuck,” he grunts then leans closer so his mouth is inches from mine and we’re sharing the same breath. “You’re so tight…so fucking tight and wet.” His body stills and his forehead lowers to my collarbone. “Condom, fuck.”

I pull my other leg up around his hip and place my hands on his face until his eyes are on mine. “I…I’m on birth control.” I lick my lips that have suddenly gone dry.