“Yes.” She drew the word out into a hiss when he pushed inside her pussy, the tip of his finger sinking just to the base of his fingernail, and she bore down on him.
“Not so fast.” He withdrew his finger, grabbing hold of Michaela and flipping her onto her back, the sheet falling away from him. Her eyes flew open, lips parted in surprise, and he reached behind her, propped the pillows up so she was more comfortable. “Take off your top.”
She did, her gaze never leaving his except when she pulled the s
hirt over her head. She let the tank top fall from her fingers onto the floor, exposing her body completely to him.
Austin sucked in a harsh breath, drinking her in. She was perfectly shaped, with slight curves and small breasts, berry colored nipples that were rock hard, beckoning him. Her arms rose over her head, clutching the pillows above her, and the pose was provocative, though she nibbled on her lower lip as if she might be nervous.
For someone so short she had endless legs, legs she was waving back and forth, her knees bent and spreading ever so slightly until finally, they fell open, revealing everything she had.
Damn. She was pure temptation. He’d wanted this woman for so long and finally he had her, spread out on his bed like some sort of feast, and he couldn’t wait to consume her. His cock twitched, arced up toward his stomach, and he automatically reached for it, wrapping his fingers around his erection.
Her gaze dropped, watching him with unabashed interest as he continued to stroke himself. Pre-come dribbled from the slit of his cock, and he used it to lube himself. He had to admit he was putting on a show, her admiring glance fueling his actions and the flare of heat in her eyes telling him she liked what she saw.
“You were naked under that sheet.” She pointed out the obvious.
“I was.” He slowed his strokes, not wanting to get ahead of himself. He already felt ready to explode, having Michaela naked in front of him, the musky scent of her arousal filling the room, filling his head.
“Why are you touching yourself when you could be touching me? When I could be touching you?” She arched a delicate brow, her legs moving restlessly against the sheets.
“You have a valid point.” He repositioned himself, kneeling in front of her so he was eye level with her pussy. She was definitely a natural blonde, the scant trimmed amount of pubic hair covering her mound told him. Plump, glistening pink flesh, her clit was a hard, protruding nub at the top of her slit. He hadn’t been face to pussy in so long he wondered if he’d remember what to do.
He decided to give it a try and see if it would come back to him.
Michaela clutched the pillows above her head tight, her breath lodged in her throat as she watched Austin study her between her legs. No man had ever checked her out so…thoroughly down there before, and she almost wanted to clamp her legs shut and push him away.
Almost. There was something about Austin, the way he watched her, goading her on without saying a word that gave her courage. Made her want to be more forward, flaunt herself in front of him, speak her mind, tell him what she wanted.
She believed that if she did, he wouldn’t judge her. It seemed that he wanted nothing more than to encourage her, unlike any of the past lovers she’d had before.
His body was amazing, all long, lean muscle, a smattering of dark hair on his chest, defined abdomen and an impressive cock thrusting upward between his strong thighs. When he started stroking himself her mouth had gone dry, awed by the sight.
Aroused by it too.
He drew a finger down the inside of her thigh and she quivered, her legs already weak because of the position she’d been in. Propped on one elbow, he glanced up at her, his searing blue gaze meeting hers. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”
She did immediately, his commanding tone turning her on. He sprawled out before her, her legs wrapped around his head, her pussy right in his face. Leaning in, his tongue dabbed at her slit, parting her pussy lips to search her folds.
Michaela moaned at the sensation of his long tongue searching her thoroughly and his hands slid up around her waist, holding her to him. She let go of the pillows, her hands falling limply at her sides, and he reached for her. His right hand clutched hers, his thumb stroking across the back of her hand, and she thrilled at the connection, at the tender way he touched her while his tongue so thoroughly licked her pussy.
He licked and sucked, thrust his tongue just inside her entrance, his thumb continuing to stroke her hand, all of it driving her wild. She moaned, she writhed beneath him, her breath coming faster, her eyes sliding shut, taking in the sensation of Austin between her legs.
“Oh God,” she moaned and he drew her hand down, rested her fingers just over her clit and pressed.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered and she did, didn’t even hesitate, began stroking her clit just as she liked.
He groaned against her pussy, encouraging her, his tongue thrusting in and out of her greedy little hole, and she moved faster, one finger, then two rubbing her clit. Surging upward, he licked at the pulsing little bundle of nerves, and she shifted, her legs drawing up, feet resting on his broad shoulders.
God, she was close, so close. She’d always wanted to masturbate in front of her past lovers but none of them had ever suggested it, and she’d never been brave enough to do it.
Slowly she opened her eyes to find Austin watching her, his face buried against her cunt, his tongue concentrated right on her clit, licking over her fingers. It was intense, too much for her to take, and she slumped against the pillows, turned her head away from his gaze.
Her moaning increased, grew louder as the orgasm bore down on her, and she tried to catch her breath. Her legs trembled, her toes curling into his shoulders, she rubbed her clit faster, his tongue mimicking her movements until she fell apart. Her free hand moving to clench at his hair, tugging on the ends hard.
The orgasm rippled and flowed through her, her entire body shuddering, her pussy clenching rhythmically. She tried to push him away, her flesh too sensitive, too agitated by the intensity of her climax.
Austin wouldn’t let her escape from his grip. His mouth gentled, as did his tongue, and he helped bring her down, his big hand stroking the back of her thigh slowly. His tongue lapped at her and the low rumbling sounds of pleasure coming from him made her sigh, relaxed her limbs until she felt like she was melting.