“Taste me?” Deena gasped as soon as he lifted her gown up and discarded it. Her entire body was exposed to him, and she felt alive and seen. Austin backed away to admire her before he made his return.
“Every little sound you make… It’s driving me mad.”
Deena’s cheeks flamed. “I—I can’t help it.”
“I don’t want you to.” His thumb circled the peak of her breast; his touch made her rasp. “I want every sound. Every shiver. Every gasp. I want to hear what I do to you.”
She bit her lip, trying to stifle another moan as he repeated the motion, firmer this time.
“Don’t hide from me,” he whispered, bending to press an open-mouthed kiss to the corner of her jaw. “Let me hear what you want.”
“I want you,” she whispered.
His lips trailed lower again, along the line of her throat, and the faint scrape of stubble made her shiver. He found a sensitive spot just on her inner thigh, and Deena cried out when he sucked gently, then harder, until she whimpered, fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Austin…”
He growled against her skin. “Say it again.”
“Austin,” she breathed, half plea, half surrender.
His hand slid down her side, fingers grabbing her cheeks as he spread her apart and dived into her sweet spot. Deena never felt a sensation so strongly before. As he licked and nipped at her core, her mind exploded. Cool air kissed her skin, but his touch continued to warm her. Austin placed his thumb gently on her core and moved in a circular motion until she almost screamed. He blocked her mouth, stopping the sound.
“Does it feel good, Dee?” he asked her gently as his fingers worked.
“Y…yes!” she gasped.
“You’re being so good so far.” She felt a buildup in the pit of her stomach as he praised her. His smooth palms settled on the bare skin of her thigh. Deena lifted her knees and spread herself more for him.
“Austin,” she breathed his name.
“Yes, Dee?”
“I want you,” she pleaded, not fully understanding what she was asking for.
“Not tonight…not like this, Dee.”
Her breath stuttered; she needed more of him.
Austin paused and bent towards her core until she felt his breath on her wetness. “Still with me?”
She nodded frantically. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” he murmured. The words sent fresh heat rushing through her.
His hand slid higher, fingertips tracing the sensitive crease where thigh met hip, teasing her with light touches and sweet kisses on her core until she almost fell off the edge of her mind. Deena’s hips lifted instinctively, seeking more.
Austin groaned, low and raw. “You’re killing me.”
“Stop teasing me,” she whispered, voice trembling.
He lifted his head, eyes dark with hunger. “Patience, love. We have time.”
“We don’t,” she said, the truth slipping out before she could stop it.
His expression flickered into fierce determination.
“Then just enjoy the time we do have together,” he said, and kissed her sweet folds deeply, desperately.
