She does.
"Yes!" she gasps around my dick, her whole body shuddering. Her thighs tremble around my head.
"You fucking love this," I grunt against her skin, holding her open as I tongue her, first her pussy, then her ass, until she's frantic to come.
She tries to breathe, but she's too busy choking on my cock. I love the sound of it. Love the way her throat convulses around the head, massaging it. Her taste is everything. I want to drown in it, in her, for the rest of my life.
I buck up, fucking her mouth slow.
She whimpers, slamming down against my face, riding my tongue like it's her own personal pleasure device.
I fucking love her like this, wild and desperate and so goddamn honest.
"Don't stop," she begs, her voice muffled by my cock.
I don't. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just so, and then flatten my tongue to her rim, tracing it until she screams.
She comes in a rush so hard it leaves me soaked, her legs clamped tight around my ears.
I don't even let her catch her breath before I haul her off, flipping her over and pinning her face-first to the bed.
"Hope you didn't plan on walking tonight, princess," I growl. "Because you won't be able to move when I'm finished with you."
Her grunt of surprise turns into a giggle, then a gasp, then a ragged moan as I drive into her in one brutal thrust.
She's soaked, wrecked, and so fucking open for me. God, she's perfect like this.
I brace myself over her, fisting her hair in one hand, the other wrapped around her throat, and fuck her like I'm trying to fuse us together and make it so she'll never be able to shake me loose.
She babbles in ecstasy—words, curses, my name—but I can barely hear her over the sound of my own heartbeat thundering in my ears. I don't want to be gentle. I want to brand her, mark her, make her understand she's never getting away from me. I want her to know that her body, her heart, and her perfect, filthy mouth are mine.
I've known it for weeks. Every damn day with her, I just grow more certain. She's it for me.
She comes again, sobbing, her muscles clamping down on my cock so hard it hurts.
I don't stop. I keep pounding into her until my vision goes black.
"Serena!" I roar, spilling inside her in wave after wave of white-hot pleasure.
When I finally collapse, I drag her with me so she's tucked tight to my chest. We're both shaking with aftershocks.
I bury my face in her hair, breathing her in until she's the only thing that exists.
"You're my world," I whisper, my lips at her ear.
"Austin," she whimpers, reaching for my fingers and clinging tight.
I know she's in love with me, even if she is terrified to admit it. She said it in her sleep last night.
It's making me crazy.
I want to hear it when she's awake so fucking badly, but I know if I push, I may very well push her away. Every day, it gets a little harder to choke it back and swallow the truth, to wait until she's ready to hear it.
So I do this shit instead. I tell her that she's my world, and that I can't live without her. I remind her that she's mine. I fuck her until she can't move and kiss her in front of every camera that turns in our direction.
I claim her in a thousand different ways, and I wait. I try to be patient, to teach her that shehas a soft place to land and that we don't have to repeat history, that we can forge our own path.
But I am not a patient man. I want what I want, and what I want is my ring on her finger. Yesterday.
