The onslaught of sensations pushed my thighs in, but he held them in place. “I’ve been hungry for you.”
His skillful tongue was like a magical whisk that churned me through and through. My entire body softened as need pushed and pulled, thrashing me from side to side. I shivered when liquid heat leaked out of me.
“That’s it, love.” He crooned as he licked me again and again. “You taste so good.”
Pressure increased between my thighs. When he shoved two fingers into me and sucked my bud, I climaxed.
“Austin!” Bliss burst through me, sending a surge of energy shooting to the top of my head.
“God, I love seeing you come undone.” He rose and positioned himself between my legs.
I was still gasping for breath when he slid into me.
“So tight,” he moaned and met my eyes. “You okay?”
“Never been better.”
With that statement, he pummeled into me, hard and fast. Our moans and blissful cries filled his bedroom. He kept going until his body tensed. I watched his face as the orgasm erupted within him. Heat filled me as his body shook from the massive quake.
“So good,” he said and thrust into me once more.
Then he dropped onto my body, bracing a hand on the side so he wouldn’t crush me. With his cock still inside me, he dropped a kiss onto my forehead. “Sorry, I forgot the condom. I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
“Really?”
He nodded, and his cock twitched inside me. “Only you can turn me on.”
I smiled as he rolled off me and ran to the bathroom. I glanced around his spacious bedroom. It had a nightstand and a large bureau on the other side of the wall. A tall lamp stood in the corner. Brown curtains covered the window. The ambiance of the bedroom could improve with a chair, another lamp, some artwork, maybe a candle, and plants.
He returned with a towel to clean me. He’d always done this, and I loved watching him care for me.
“What are you thinking?” He dropped the towel to the floor and slid back into bed with me.
I curled up against him. “Admiring and decorating your bedroom in my head.”
“I was hoping you would.” He pulled me closer. “I haven’t done much to it.”
His phone rang, and he reached for his jeans, pulling out his phone.
“Hey, Jeremy. What’s up?” Austin listened, nodded, and said, “I’m putting you on speaker so Ava can hear too.”
“Hi Ava,” said Officer Jensen. After I returned his greeting, he said, “I’ve got an update for you.”
“Did you catch his accomplices?”
“Will soon. Juan is going to help us.” Officer Jensen sighed. “He doesn’t have a record. I spoke to his boss at a cleaning company. He’s hardworking and doesn’t createconflicts. Apparently, Juan’s twelve-year-old daughter has a brain tumor, and insurance isn’t paying a lot. These men promised to give him a portion of the sales of the stolen goods. So far, he has received none. He felt bad about stealing but didn’t know how else to help his daughter.”
A brain tumor.
“What’s going to happen to him?” I asked.
“If we catch the other suspects and recover all the stolen items, it’ll help his case.”
I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing, but my heart told me to help Juan.
“He didn’t steal out of greed or malice. He stole out of a need for his daughter. I don’t want him to go to jail for that.” I tried to imagine the fear and worry that probably gripped him. “Maybe he can do community service or something? His family needs him around.”
To me, it wasn’t justice to send Juan to prison because he wanted to save his family.
