“Look at you. Look at what you do to me,” he groaned and took a step back.
I glanced down at his cock, which was straining his sweatpants.
Sitting up straighter to balance myself, I pushed my breasts together, giving them a little jiggle, and Austin ran his hands through his hair.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Spread your legs. Let me see how wet you are.”
I lifted my leg and set the heel of my foot on the cool granite beneath me. Only the thin, loose satin fabric of my shorts separated us.
“Can I touch you, Char?”
I nodded, my breath catching.
“Use your words,” he murmured, leaning in until his face was level with my dripping heat, his hands gripping the edge of the counter tightly as he waited, eyes locked on me.
“Fuck,” I cried, keeping my hands on my tits, rubbing my sensitive nipples.
“That’s it. Use those pretty words and tell me what you want.”
“I want you, Austin. You,” I cried, desperate for someone or something to touch me.
Austin slipped his fingers beneath the thin fabric of my shorts. His thumb found my clit, circling in teasing motions, and my body arched toward him again.
A deep, guttural moan escaped me as his fingers moved with exquisite precision, each stroke against my clit radiating waves of pleasure throughout my body. I pressed closer to him, unable to hold back as his lips brushed tantalizingly near my core, his eyes fixed on me.
“I’m going to have a taste now, alright?”
“Please,” I begged.
“Stay perfectly still. If you move, I’ll stop.”
His wet, hot mouth latched onto my clit, and it took every ounce of willpower not to cry, scream, and shove myself into his face. He’d slid my shorts to the side, baring me just enough for his tongue to work me over. I didn’t need him slow—I wanted to come.
His tongue teased over my clit. He took his time, tracing circles, then pressing against me before sucking gently, the pressure building and driving me wild. The sounds he made, soft groans and messy, wet slurps, filled the air, and each one sent a rush of heat straight through me, making it impossible to stay still.
Without warning, he slipped a finger inside me, curling it expertly, drawing a sharp, breathless cry from my lips. He added a second, his movements deliberate, stroking that perfect spot deep within, his mouth never leaving my clit.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure, his lips brushing my skin as he spoke.
He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his gaze heavy and intense before he dove back in, his tongue hot and relentless.
I arched into him, trying to keep myself steady, every nerve in my body alive under his touch. His fingers slowed, draggingout the pleasure as he kissed his way along my thigh, only to return to my clit, licking and sucking with that same messy hunger.
“I’ve got you.”
I could feel myself climbing higher, the tension coiling, ready to snap, but he must have sensed it, because he paused, his fingers still deep inside me.
“Beg for it,” he demanded.
“Please,” I cried. “Please. Austin. I need . . .”
He brought me right to the edge again, his hands firm on me, holding me in place as his mouth continued its slow, maddening rhythm. Every kiss, every stroke of his fingers pushed me closer, until I was helplessly at his mercy, waiting, trembling, and savoring every second.
“I need to come,” I cried out, on the very brink.
I reached out and grabbed his hair, pulling him into me. I fell back onto the counter, the cool granite defusing some of the bubbling heat emanating between us.
“One more finger, Char. You can do it.” Austin’s blue eyes locked with mine, and I rolled my head as he added a third finger into my soaking wet pussy.
