Deena’s head tossed back and forth. She wanted to scream, but held her mouth shut with her free hand as Austin devoured her.
His fingertips brushed the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. She jolted at the contact, a broken moan escaping her.
Austin pulled back just enough, and Deena looked up at him as his fingers explored her slowly and gently. He traced her folds, slick and swollen, and groaned. Deena felt as if she left her body and was experiencing his touch outside of herself.
“Dee,” he breathed. “You’re soaking for me.”
Deena’s face flamed. “Austin—I need you.”
“Shh.” He kissed her softly, tenderly, and she tasted herself on his lips. His fingers continued to circle the small, aching bud at the top relentlessly. “Let me take care of you.”
She whimpered as he stroked her. Slow circles, gentle pressure, then firmer. His touch built the pleasure until her hips rocked helplessly against his hand.
“That’s it,” he whispered against her mouth. “Let go for me.”
Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “I—I can’t?—”
“You can.” His voice was rough and authoritative. “I’ve got you.”
Austin hissed as he sank one finger inside of her wet folds, slowly, and carefully. Deena let out a soft moan. She felt a small sting until her body loosened around him. Austin stretched her gently while his thumb continued to circle the sensitive peak. She arched her back and let out a soft cry.
Austin kissed her through it, matching the rhythm of his fingers, slow and deep, coaxing her higher. Until the tension snapped and a wave crashed through her entire body.
“Oh, Austin!” she moaned as a thrilling feeling rocked through her from the pit of her stomach.
Pleasure crashed over her in waves, making her tremble and gasp against his mouth. He swallowed every sound, every shudder, and drop of her. He held her through it until she went limp beneath him, boneless and dazed.
Deena sighed when he kissed her temple, her cheek, and the corner of her mouth. When she finally opened her eyes, he was watching her with an expression she could not name.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
Deena’s heart squeezed.
She lifted a trembling hand to his face, fingertips tracing the line of his jaw.
“Austin…” It was the only word she could utter as pleasure pulsed through her.
He turned his head, pressing a kiss on her palm.
“We’re not done,” he said softly. “Not even close.”
She stared up at him, lips parted, body still humming with aftershocks.
And she knew, with terrifying clarity, that she did not want him to stop.
Not tonight.
Not ever.
What have I done?
Austin held Deena tightly against him in the moonlit chamber. He felt the steady rise and fall of her chest against his. Her breathing had finally slowed, though little aftershocks still shivered through her every few seconds. Her cheek rested over his heart, and the soft warmth of her skin against his made him want to explore her more.
I need to end this.
But every part of his body protested.
“Deena?” Austin whispered softly in her ear. She stirred in response but did not awaken.
