“Yours,” he confirmed. “Take me out.”
“He’s big,” I whispered as I pulled him out completely.
“He’ll fit,” he reassured me.
“You sound pretty confident.”
“You were made for me, Elizabeth, and I was made for you.” The confidence he felt was contagious. His hands moved behind me, and I knew what he was doing. Before I knew it, he’d managed to work the tiny zipper at the side and pulled my dress completely off.
“Fuck, you’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, precious angel.”
“Austin,” I moaned before our lips found their way to one another. There was something incredibly hot about being completely naked on his lap with nothing but a ripped and ruined pair of panties hanging low off my waist while he was basically fully dressed. “Austin, please!” I wasn’t above begging.
“I got you, baby.” He shifted us, holding my hips, and then he was there. The thick, broad head of his dick poked at my entrance. I glided back and forth on him and watched as his gaze hooded. “You teasing your man, Lizzy baby?”
“You like it,” I sassed with a smirk.
“I love it. Love you.” My heart felt so full. “But my girl said she felt empty, and her man needs to fill her up.”
With a smile on my face, I nodded and rose slightly to line myself up against him. Slowly, with patience I didn’t know I had, I took him inch by inch. Slowly letting his thick girthiness stretch me. Fill me. I pulled back when it became a little too much, only to drop back down on him, each time taking just a little bit more.
“Austin,” I gasped when he was fully rooted inside of me.
“Look at my girl taking me. Completely.” His voice sounded rough in my ears. “You feel so fucking good. Ride me, baby.” And I did just that. Kissing his neck and face, loving how close we both seemed to need to be close.
“Up,” I whined. “Need you deeper.”
“Greedy Lizzy.” He chuckled but gave me what I needed. “I’ll always give you what you need, angel.” His hips rolled upwards, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Time and space stopped.
Nothing mattered but the two of us chasing the highest of highs as our bodies slapped against one another. Wet squelches sounded and mingled with the sound of our moans. His hands gripped my hips tightly enough I knew I would bear fingerprinted bruises I’d happily wear.
“Love, love, love,” I panted. “You.” My head was thrown back when my orgasm hit me like a Mack truck. Without warning, it crashed into me, making my pussy spasm and convulse around his length.
“Fuck!” he roared into the crook of my neck as he grew thicker, longer inside of me with every thrust until warmth bloomed and he poured himself into me. Sweaty and breathless, I dropped onto his body, and his heavy arms wrapped around me, holding me to his chest.
“Fuck,” he cursed, his head on the headrest.
“Yeah.” I smiled, only enough energy to lift my head to look up at him. “That was…” I didn’t have words, but the way his blue eyes were shining, I knew I didn’t need them. He got it. He felt it.
“Yeah.” He grinned, brushing the hair out of my face. I pulled away, lifting my body up slightly against his almost fully-clothed one.
“I like my marks on you,” I whispered as I took in the sight of him.
At his neck.
His face.
My red lipstick looked like I’d stamped kisses all over him—neck, face, the little bit of his chest that was exposed from the couple of buttons that had gotten undone in the heat of the moment. His eyes went a little wild, and his nose flared.
“You’re not done marking me,” he growled.
“I’m not?” My eyes widened when I felt him. He was still hard.
“Not even close. That was just to take the edge off.” He grinned, and before I knew it, he stood, taking me with him, somehow never slipping out of my body while he walked us straight to my bedroom, where he showed me just how not done he was with me.
But not before he made me re-apply my lipstick.
