Austin didn’t make me wait as he knelt between my legs and pushed my knees open. Guiding one of my legs over his shoulder, he covered my core with his mouth and sucked my clit, and then blew gently.
I mewed and arched into his mouth as he continued his delicious assault. I vaguely registered the sound of tearing foil and then his girth filled me and I cried out in delight. His thumb had replaced his mouth on my clit, and then he rolled onto his back, carrying me with him so I was straddling him. I anchored my hands on his chest and lowered myself so I could draw him deeper inside of me.
“Babe,” he whispered, grabbing my bottom with one hand, while he continued to stroke me with the other.
I raised up and then lowered myself again, the sensation of him filling me while I had all the power incredibly exciting. I raised up again and smiled down at him. “Like this? Am I doing it right, Mr. Carver?” I used my very best, dumb blonde voice, and for whatever reason, his eyes widened and his breathing came in short bursts.
I lowered again and quickly found myself on my back and Austin driving into me so fast and hard, I came before he was done. I cried out and gripped his arms, wrapping my legs around him as he surged forward again and again, building something inside of me I wasn’t expecting. I burst into tears as another orgasm hit and he fell on top of me, breathing hard, and his hand going for my neck. “Baby, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, unable to stop my sobbing.
“Hey.” Austin leaned up and stroked my cheek. “Dani, you’re scaring me. Talk to me.”
“I can’t.” My sobs wracked my body and I knew... justknew... it was the ugly cry. Like when snot flies out of your nose at the same time as gushing saltwater seeps from your eyeballs and mixes with all manner of bodily fluids to give your face a sheen that no one really wants to see.
I covered my face with my hands and Austin pulled me into the safety of his body and held me, stroking my back until I was able to calm down. The tears dried up, but the hiccupping was on full tilt.
He cupped the back of my head and gently guided my face forward, kissing my forehead. “You okay?”
I nodded, taking a deep breath and then another. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?”
“Because I’m all snotty and gross.”
Austin chuckled. “You’re fuckin’ adorable, Dani, do you know that?”
“Phlegm turns you on, huh?”
“Only yours, baby.”
I shoved my face into his neck. “I was not expecting that.”
“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”
“Positive.” I met his eyes. “I just couldn’t stop coming and I was so overwhelmed by you. I felt beautiful and loved, and wholly cherished, and it was so much to take in.”
“You are all of those things,” he said. “I thought I might have scared you. I had a flashback and it made me a little crazy.”
“What kind of flashback?”
“The kind that when I dropped you off at your place that first night, I envisioned you in thigh-high stockings, a pearl necklace and those glasses of yours, riding me while I sucked your tits.”
I gasped. “You did?”
“Yeah. Spent a few nights alone with my hand while calling up that fantasy.”
I shook my head. “You’re insane.”
“Yep. You make me crazy.”
“Ditto.” I giggled and leaned forward to kiss his heavily tattooed chest. I was looking forward to exploring every inch of them. “I love your tattoos.”
“You do?”
I nodded. “I’ve never been a big tattoo person, although, they all work on you.”
Austin smiled and kissed my forehead. “How’s your head?”
