“I understand,” I mutter.
“I’m going to carefully remove your shirt now, so don’t move.” He does exactly as he says, except as my shirt is being tugged upward, the tip of his tongue is following in its path and my back arches instinctively in response.
He removes my shirt, carefully slipping it over my cast. I’m kind of happy I decided to wear my black lace bra and matching panties today.
His hands smoothly run over my breasts, causing my nipples to pebble beneath his palms. The impact he must sense forces him to speed up a little as he effortlessly unclasps my bra with one flick of his fingers. Once more, he’s careful with my wrist while removing the next layer of clothing, and I’m thankful the rest is simple.
His eyes are full of lust as he stares me down like an animal willing its prey to come closer. I want to reach up and grab him again, but before I can move, his mouth falls heavily onto my breast. My God. The cool air mixed with the wetness of his tongue teases me with sensations from opposing extremes.
I reach for his belt, but he moves again, still limiting my participation. “Austin, you aren’t being fair,” I tell him.
“When has anything been fair between us?” His words are mumbled as his mouth continues to play. Then, his teeth reach the waist of my jeans, and I’m intrigued to see how he’ll manage this. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a person unhitch a pants button with their teeth, but he confidently works at it for a minute as I focus on the scruff of his chin scratching my sensitive skin.
“Austin, let me—” My pants are loose and he’s pulling them down my legs with his teeth. On his way back, he removes his jeans and boxer briefs. I don’t know how much slower he’s going to take this, but I may not last as long as he’d like.
His mouth reconnects with mine and his hands are scaling the sides of my body, down to my panties, which are slowly pulled down to my ankles over the course of what feels like a long two minutes. All of him is on all of me, and I’m completely ignited. “Do you have—”
“I’m a nurse. Of course I have protection,” he says.
“That’s not what I was going to ask,” I inform him.
“Well, you should have asked,” he rebuts.
I lift myself up on my elbows, bringing my face inches from his. “I was going to offer to teach you how to take a blowjob the right way. You seemed a little uneducated.”
His head falls into the center of my breasts. “You’re killing me,” he groans.
“I don’t think you’ll be saying that in about thirty seconds.” I push him off me, and he falls onto his back, giving me the space I need to move down the bed.
“Is the no-hand thing a rule in bed too?” he asks.
“It’s your bed. Your rules,” I tell him. He throws his head back into the pillow without answering me, and I dip my head down ready to slowly give him a taste of what he was doing to me. When the tip of his cock touches my lips, I stretch the span of time it takes to move down, sliding my tongue along the grooves as I go. I haven’t ever moved this slowly, so I’m not sure what it’s doing to him, but he’s inhaling shorter breaths and gripping the sheets around his head almost as if they might save him from falling. I place my good hand on his inner thigh and squeeze gently while bringing my mouth back up to the top. “How’s that?”
“Don’t stop,” he begs.
“What was that?” I ask, leaning forward, letting my breasts feather along his chest.
“Scarlett, for fuck’s sake … ”
“Oh, you want me to keep going?” He’s smiling but gritting his teeth together. “Why didn’t you just say so?”
I take my time moving back down his legs, but before my mouth makes contact with his cock again, he flips me over onto my back.
“That’s it. No more control for you.” He tears open his top drawer and pulls out a condom. For someone who has been moving painfully slow throughout the last half hour, he’s moving pretty damn fast right now. I’m not sure I’ve seen anyone slip a condom on so fast, as a matter of fact. “I was going to be gentle.”
“Don’t,” I tell him.
Darkness pools in his eyes as he plunges into forcefully. The sensation is overwhelming, but I keep my head up, needing to watch what he’s doing to me. He grinds into me, and I watch the muscles of his arms constricting and releasing with each movement. After the amount of foreplay we’ve enjoyed, I’m moving toward the end of my stamina, so I reach my hand up and sweep it against the side of his face. He complies by burying his lips into my neck. His breaths are loud and hard, and that alone is a turn on. His movement is like a rhythmic pattern of amplifying pleasure, and my body is warning me that release is imminent. I can’t help crying out as I grab the back of his headboard with my hand, holding on as he thrusts deeper and harder until I shout, “Oh my fucking—” I stop myself from finishing my thought, but I arch upward, giving into the pulsing sensations.
He spends another minute aggressively bucking into me before I feel a protected warmth inside of me. His sweat-covered body falls onto mine, and his lips peacefully press against my cheek, then my lips. “I win,” he says.
“I—” I try to catch my breath before fighting back. “You win? What do you mean by that? I think I came first.”
“But, I lasted longer,” he says with a wink.
