He sits up between my spread thighs, making quick work of covering his fingers in lube. So much. Too much, really. It’s dripping down his hand and onto my thigh and the bed. I can’t help but smile.
My smile dies off with a raspy groan when he presses a finger to my hole and works it slowly inside of me. It burns a bit, but it’s not painful, and I relax, focusing on him. On the shape of his lips, the concentration in his eyes, the furrow in his brows. Reminding myself that this isAustinand that he would never, ever hurt me.
Once his finger is moving easily in and out of me, he addsanother, grazing my prostate and making my cock pulse against my stomach. It pushes me perilously close to the edge, which is so embarrassing, but in my defense, he’s been biting and sucking and kissing my skin for the better part of an hour. I’m throbbing, my entire body just a ball of need and desperation.
“Fuck, I’m ready. Please, Austin.”
He shakes his head. “I won’t hurt you, baby. I already told you that.”
He did. He did already tell me that, but the reminder makes my heart swell. “Okay,” I breathe, relaxing against the pillows, trying to will my body into submission and just enjoy his touch.
He works a third finger into me, and I whimper, fire licking up my spine. “Feels so fucking good,” I groan, trying to keep it together.
The sound of him working his fingers in and out of me is obscene, frying my brain. When he finally feels like I’m ready, he pulls his fingers free, then notches his cock against my hole.
Something about it, about being so close, is making me lose my mind. In a good way. My head rocks back and forth against the pillow as I try—and fail—to get him to just put it in already. “Fuck, hurry,” I choke out, burning up from the inside out.
I wrap a leg around his waist, pushing my heel into his ass cheek. He laughs, still not putting his damn dick in me, then he leans down and drops a soft kiss on my lips. “How did I never know how needy my Luca was?”
When he finally pushes the head of his cock in, a high keening sound erupts from my throat. He freezes. “My God, you better not stop,” I say, sounding far more breathless than I really want to.
Austin keeps going, pressing into me in one smooth motion, pausing when he’s buried fully inside me, his hips resting against my ass cheeks. “Are you okay?” he asks, staring down at me with flushedcheeks and sparkling eyes.
I rock my hips, trying to get him to move. “Yeah. Can’t believe it’s been so long since we’ve done this.”
Austin adjusts, resting his body against mine. When he slams his mouth onto mine and starts moving his hips, it’s all I can do to kiss him back. Before now, I thought I’d never be able to actually enjoy sex like this again, but… nothing compares to how this feels. Not a single thing on Earth.
Clutching at his back, I rake my nails over his skin, leaving marks of my own.
Austin moans against my lips, his hips stuttering. “God, baby,” he gasps. “You feel so fucking good.” He punctuates each word with a deep thrust.
A whimper flies from my throat. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” All I can do is chant the words over and over as each roll of his hips sends me higher and higher.
He braces above me, lips hovering over mine as he makes me his. I know sex doesn’t make us belong to each other. I know that, but I’ve never felt anything this…holybefore. Me and him, our bodies as close as our souls, his warm brown eyes so full of love and desire as he stares into mine.
All my fears seem silly like this. All my doubts and hesitance go up in flames, much like my body. “I’m gonna come,” I manage to gasp out, not breaking eye contact for even a second. My eyes are burning from trying to keep them open to stare at him. But I don’t want to look anywhere else.
I don’t want to look away from the man who took my ugly and turned it into something beautiful.
Austin reaches between us, wrapping a hand around my cock. I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as a shudder wracks mybody. He strokes me in time with his thrusts, brushing his thumb over the leaking head of my dick. I arch and whine, trying to get him closer.
Close, close, close.
With one final stroke, my body tenses, and I come over his fist, shooting rope after rope of cum onto my stomach and chest. Warm lips press to my forehead in a soft kiss. “That’s it, baby,” Austin whispers against my sweat-slicked forehead.
He fucks me through it, slowing his thrusts as my body tightens around him with each wave of my orgasm. Tears burn my eyes, the moment too perfect and beautiful to hold back. I’ve healed so much since coming home. Since being with Austin. But this? God, there’s nothing like this.
When my body goes slack against the bed, Austin pulls out. I’m not sure that he even strokes his cock before he’s shooting on my stomach, gasping and moaning low in his throat.
He collapses against me, his chest heaving, and I run my fingers through his damp hair, holding him tightly to me as he drags his lips up and down my throat.
I’m loose and hazy and warm all over when he tries to get up. “Wait,” I mumble, holding him tighter.
“Okay, baby,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to my throat.
We lie in silence, breathing in sync with one another. It’s only when my curiosity about Austin’s marks on my body gets to be too much that I sigh. “I want to go look.”
“Look?” Austin asks, voice muffled, like he’s trying to stay awake.
