Austin reached for his jeans, but I gripped his forearm. Our eyes locked.
“I want to feel you ... bare.” A blush heated my cheeks.
Desire stormed in his green eyes. His jaw ticced as his body coiled. “I’m clean. I trust you. You can trust me.”
I nodded, my body humming with anticipation. “Same.”
We hurried to strip off our remaining clothes. Austin sat back on his heels, my legs spread open before him. He fingered me, spreading my desire and coating me in wetness. My eyes flashed to his when he sucked his own fingers, tasting me before positioning his cock at my entrance. My hips jerked upward, silently begging him to fill me.
When he finally sank into me, it was so slow it felt like my whole body was being remapped. Bracing himself above meAustin rocked into me with purpose—teasing, relentless, just the right pressure as his hand slid down to where we were joined.
“Austin,” I gasped, already spiraling again.
“I know, baby.” His voice was thick with want. “I got you.”
He kissed the side of my throat as he fucked me through the edge of another climax, and this time when I came, it hit harder. My legs shook. My body clenched around him, and he growled—one hand bracing against the headboard as he thrust deeper, faster. The other rolled my nipple through his fingers, intensifying my pleasure.
Then his fingers brushed lower. Just a brush of his fingertip across my ass, tentative, asking.
My eyes flew open.
He stilled. “Too much?”
I shook my head, the word already on my lips. “No. Don’t stop. I want more.”
The pressure returned, slow and sinful. Austin guided his cock while his fingers teased me––circling, pressing, retreating—until my whole body trembled with need. My breath hitched at the unfamiliar sensation. It was a new, forbidden feeling. Intimate in a way I hadn’t expected.
“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered, voice gritty. “I only want you to feel good.”
And I did.Fuck, I did. Every cell in my body felt lit from within. My head dropped back as my body coiled, begging for more, wrung out of me by his name.
As his fingers caressed my delicate skin, my body relaxed, opening to him. “I’ve ...” My voice was hoarse. “I’ve never done this.”
He was steady and sure. “We’ll only go as far as you’re comfortable. I promise.”
My bones were liquid. “More,” I begged.
Then Austin slowed, his mouth brushing against my shoulder. “Do you have ... ?” he asked, the unspoken part trailing between us like smoke. His voice was low. Careful. Not shy, just respectful.
Heat bloomed in my cheeks, but I didn’t look away. I nodded toward the nightstand beside the bed. “Top drawer.”
His eyes held mine as he reached for it, the quiet click of wood and metal sounding louder than it should have in the hush between us. He opened the drawer and found the small bottle of lube without comment, flipping the cap with one hand. I watched as he coated his fingers—slow, unhurried—the slick sound impossibly erotic.
His gaze never left mine.
“You still good?” he asked, voice low, thick with restraint.
I nodded, my lips parted, breath shallow. “Yes. Just ... go slow.”
“Always,” he said like a vow.
He shifted as I spread my legs in front of him, one hand on my hip, the other trailing lower again. This time, the touch was slick, warm. He massaged gently, coaxing, not forcing—circling until my breath hitched and my spine arched of its own accord.
My nerves fluttered, but the ache between my legs was worse. He hadn’t even filled me yet, and already I was clenching around nothing.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing the back of my shoulder. “You’re doing so well for me.”
I let out a shaky breath. “Austin ...”
