She flicked at it with her tongue, sensation shooting through his body at her touch. He clutched her, his hands circling her nipped in waist, the feel of her satiny soft skin making his cock grow, harden.
Damn, she felt good. She teased his chest with her lips, licked at his nipples and he groaned, holding her tighter. He’d wanted to be in control, show her how he felt and she’d taken over, taken him under until all he wanted was to drown in the sensation of her. Touching him.
He didn’t want her to stop.
She didn’t know what was wrong with Austin tonight but she wasn’t about to complain. He was being downright complacent, no commanding, rough dominant sex god for her. He stood in front of her, still as a statue, letting her do whatever she wanted to him.
And instead of getting all wild and crazy, she simply enjoyed touching him, exploring. Licking at his tight nipples, kissing his warm, musky skin. Her fingers trailed over his flat stomach, the muscles rippling from her touch. She followed the trail of silky dark hair that trailed from his belly button downward until it disappeared beyond the waistband of his jeans.
So sexy. She loved his body, the lean strength, the smooth muscle. She loved how his skin quivered beneath her touch and she curled her fingers into the front of his jeans, the sound of his agonized groan making her smile.
It felt normal, average, what they were doing. But there was nothing average about this, she thought as she undid the snap of his jeans, drew the zipper down over the impressive bulge of his erection. What she felt for Austin, the excitement bubbling up inside her at what they were about to do was overwhelming.
This was more than just sex for both her and for him. She could feel it, sense it, from the heaviness in his voice, the seriousness in his gaze. It was shocking since she knew Austin didn’t do serious.
But he was doing serious for her.
Her hands slid to the back of his jeans, pushing the denim down, over his ass to his thighs. He stepped away from her and rid himself of them, though he left his black boxer briefs on. Austin’s cock strained against the front, dying to get out, and she wanted to help him as best she could.
When she reached for him, though, he stepped back, shook his head. “Get on the bed.”
A delicious thrill shivered up her spine, and she did as he asked. There went that dominant side of him again, the one that aroused her. She loved that he bossed her around, took control of their encounters, and she lay in the center of the bed, waiting for him to come to her.
He stood next to the bed, his eyes seeming to glow as he studied her, his hand going to the front of his boxers. She watched in fascination as he began to stroke, her pussy flooding with cream at the sight.
“Touch yourself,” she whispered but he shook his head again, his hand dropping fast, as if he hadn’t realized what he’d done.
“Let’s take off your panties.” He went for the tiny scrap of fabric, his big hands wrapping around her hips, tugging her panties down. It tickled her thighs, down over her knees, her calves, tangling around her ankles before he drew them all the way off. “Now take off your bra.”
She did, reaching behind to undo the clasp, pulling her arms out of the straps and tossing it onto the floor. She lay before him nude, wet and willing, her nipples so hard they ached. Spreading her legs, she gave him a view of what he was missing and the low growl he emitted made her widen her legs more.
Teasing this man was fun. Pushing him over the edge, delicious. And when he pushed her over the edge, she experienced the best orgasms of her life.
Austin joined her on the bed, his hands sliding all over her, across her nipples, her belly, tangling in the pubic hair just above her sex. She moved with him, her hands reaching but coming up empty, only finding his arms, his strong wrists, and she pouted.
“Let me enjoy you,” he whispered. “Let me touch you.”
Her body melted at his words, at the reverent way he touched her. His fingers skimmed along her collarbone, down to the slope of her breasts, into the valley between. Her skin tingled, goose bumps forming and slowly, so slow she wanted to scream, he circled first one turgid nipple, then the other with his index finger.
“Perfect,” he murmured just before he bent his head and licked first one, then the other nipple. He licked and sucked, nibbled and teased and when he bit particularly hard, she cried out, loving the pleasure/pain sensation that shot through her.
Her hands went to the back of his head, burrowing into his thick, soft hair, and she stroked him there, watching in breathless anticipation as he continued to suck her nipples. One hand kneaded her flesh, circling the neglected nipple while his mouth worked the other one.
Her clit pulsed. Her legs grew restless. No man had ever paid such attention to her breasts before, and she was going crazy from it. Wild. As if sensing her need he slid his hand down, cupping her pussy, a single finger sliding between her lower lips and testing her there.
“Always so wet for me, aren’t you, Michaela?” He sounded pleased, arrogant even and she couldn’t deny that it was all for him.
Always for him.
“Yes,” she moaned as he sunk his finger deeper, searching her folds before thrusting inside her.
“So tight, wet and ready.” He moved up, is face aligning with hers, his warm breath floating across her mouth. “I’m going to make love to you all night. I want to kiss every inch of your body.”
“Okay,” she giggled and she felt rather than saw his smile against her mouth.
“I love your laugh,” he whispered before he claimed her lips, his kiss passionate, his tongue thrusting, purposeful.
She returned the kiss with equal fervor, his words lingering in her brain, turning over and over again. The way he said make love, the intensity in his voice, the way he kissed her.