Austin exhaled and bent his head. His lips pressed to the nape of her neck, soft at first, then firmer. He nipped at her skin, and she moaned his name. Deena’s body arched, wanting more even though she was not sure what more meant. Austin’s fingers wandered in her folds, and she felt as though she was going mad with pleasure.
Deena’s head tipped back against his shoulder. “More…I want more!”
He chuckled and kissed the side of her throat slowly. She felt his arousal against her lower back, and she pressed against him. Austin hissed but did not give her more, causing her frustration to build.
“Austin, please!” she begged him.
His fingers travelled further down her soft mound pressing gently. “You want more?”
She nodded, breathless. “Yes, please.”
Deena yelped when he bent her over suddenly. She placed her palms against the mirror to balance herself. Her hot breath clouded the glass while Austin towered behind her and admired her exposed bottom.
“Spread your legs, Deena.” He commanded her, and she willingly obeyed.
She felt exposed and a little afraid in the position he placed her in. But her fear quickly faded when desire overtook her. Austin grabbed a handful of hair and gently lifted her head.
“Look how beautiful you are, Dee. Even during the throes of passion.”
His free hand cupped her bottom, and he slowly spread her cheeks before his hand slid back to her apex.
“Oh!” Deena groaned when Austin slid his finger inside of her.
“Does that feel good?” he growled, his fist tightened in her hair, pulling it deliciously so all she could see was herself and his hard, heated body behind her.
“It feels so good, Austin!”
He grunted satisfactorily and slowly pulled back his finger. Deena shivered, feeling the loss of him inside of her. She tried to push herself back onto him, but he held her still.
“There’s no need to rush, Dee,” he said calmly while his finger slipped back inside of her.
Deena wanted to cry out. She bit her lip to stop herself as Austin teased her relentlessly. The sensations were too powerful. Her mind spiraled when his pace quickened, and his grip on her hair tightened. Deena could see her body move like a wave in theocean every time his thick, strong fingers entered her and his palm slapped against her skin.
Austin suddenly removed his grasp from her hair and grabbed her waist. Deena held herself up. Her back was arched, and her palms slid lower, but she gripped onto the edges of the mirror.
“Deena, I’m going to help you let go.” He promised her, but she was not ready to let go.
She whimpered when he continued his torture with just his fingers. He was entering her harder this time, controlling her movements with his hand on her waist. She felt the sudden build-up in the pit of her stomach.
“Austin—it’s…it’s…”
“Let it come, Dee. Let it take over you.” His movements quickened.
Deena’s back arched more, and a broken moan escaped her. Austin groaned as she shuddered against him. She felt heat and wetness all over her as the world shattered around them. Pleasure coiled tighter until it snapped, and she cried out, thighs trembling, fingers struggling to hold on to the mirror, which shook violently with their movements as wave after wave crashed through her.
Austin did not stop until she was gasping and shaking violently at the knees. Before Deena could lose her balance, he pulled herupright, scooped her gently into his arms, and carried her to the bed. Austin lay beside her as she struggled to catch her breath.
I must return the favor.
With a new resolve, Deena reached for the buttons of his trousers.
“Dee, what are you?—”
“Is it not my job to pleasure you, too?” She cocked her head at him as she continued to take deep, shallow breaths.
Austin laughed and caught her wrist. “Not tonight, wife.”
“But—”
