The ride back to Austin’s apartment was as smooth as smooth can be. Now that the cloud of impending doom that hung over our heads had been lifted, we all felt as if we were walking on cloud nine.
Once we got home, the first thing Strokes and I wanted to do was have a shower. She took the main bathroom, and I took the one in Austin’s bedroom. I’m here now, standing under the running water and letting all memories of Lester be wiped off from both my body and my mind.
Happiness, that’s what I feel right now. Soon enough, Lester and his threats will be thing from the past, and the path will be cleared for Austin and I. And, soon enough, our family is going to grow, I think with a smile, slowly caressing my belly. It’s still flat and tight, but soon it’s going to start growing and growing. I never thought I’d be happy about growing fat, but that’s how the good things happen: they sneak up on you and take you by surprise. That was exactly how I fell in love with Austin.
I step out of the shower with a wide smile on my face and, wrapping myself in a large cotton towel, I head to the wardrobe. I reach for my clothes, but then my arm stops mid-air. No, I don’t need clothes right now. What I need is… something else.
I walk out of the room and head toward the living room with sure steps. Austin is leaning by the counter of his mini-bar, cradling a glass of whisky in his hands as he looks up to meet my gaze.
“Hello, there,” he says, placing the glass down on the counter and walking toward me. He lays his hand on my waist and pulls me into him, crushing his mouth against mine. I close my eyes and, savoring how it feels to have my body pressed on his, I push my tongue past his lips. Our tongues dance around one another in a slow teasing dance, and then we finally pull back and look at each other.
“I promised everything would work out,” he whispers, softly running one hand through my hair.
“You did. And you kept your promise,” I tell him, looking into his eyes as my heart beats a song of… love. God, I’m going to love this man until my dying days. Whatever happens, I know that nothing will ever pull us apart. As stupid as it may sound, we were made for each other and, now that we’ve found that out, nothing will ever come between us. I won’t allow it, and he won’t allow it either.
“I always keep my promises, babe,” he whispers, his eyes shining with tenderness.
“Then promise me something right now,” I tell him, wickedness dancing at the corner of my lips. “Promise you’ll fuck me so hard I won’t even remember where I am once we’re done,” I whisper, grabbing at my towel in the place where I tucked it and pulling on it. I let it fall down to the floor and stand here, completely naked right in front of Austin.
“I promise,” he whispers, a look of that same wickedness on his face, and then he grabs me by the ass and pulls me into him. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his long fingers on my bare ass cheeks and, when our lips collide once more, I shut the whole world out. There’s no more blackmail, no more fear, no more Lester. All that exists in my mind is Austin’s body pressed tight against mine.
“I love you,” I whisper, pulling back from his kiss.
“I love you too,” he tells me right back without hesitating, “never doubt that. Not for a second.”
“Then… Prove it,” I tease him, sliding one hand down his shirt and going over his belt. I open my hand, stretching my fingers wide, and feel his thick shape straining against his pants. His cock is already hard, pushing back against my fingers, just the way I like it.
“Oh, I’ll prove it,” he starts, squeezing my ass with those big hands of his. “I’ll fucking prove it,” he repeats, pushing me back until the back of my knees meet the edge of his couch. He gives me a gentle push and I fall down on the couch, smiling as I go down. Never taking his eyes off of me, he starts to unbutton his own shirt with slow and steady movements, and my heart skips a beat as his ripped chest comes into view. I swear, I don’t get tired of looking at his body. How could I, when he’s perfection incarnate? And he’s mine!
When he’s done with the buttons on his shirt, he pushes it down his arms and simply lets it fall to the floor. Then, he climbs on the couch and on top of me, pressing his bare chest against my naked tits, a shiver going up my spine as I feel my hard nipples brushing over his skin.
We kiss again, our tongues dancing around each other as I place my hands on his back, feeling his muscles move under my fingers like the perfect piece of sexual engineering that they are. I slide my hands down to his lower back and, when I meet the fabric of his pants, I push my fingers under it. My skin prickles as I feel his ass under the palm of my hands, and then I pull back from his skin and bury my teeth into his shoulders. I’m doing it on instinct, biting on him and making him crazy.
The moment I bite him harder than I should, he yanks on my hair and forces my head back. His eyes are burning with desire and he wastes no time; slightly pulling back his body from mine, he opens a space between us and then moves fast, placing the open palm of his hand against my pussy and pressing down on it.
“Oh,” I sigh heavily, thrusting against his hand and swaying my hips from side to side. Using just one finger, he starts running it up and down the length of my pussy, turning my sighs and into moans.
“Today’s a special day,” he whispers into my ear, still moving his finger up and down. “Today marks the first day of our new life,” he continues, and then his finger stops moving. “And we’re going to fucking celebrate,” he tells me, sliding his finger past my folds and, hooking it upward, pushing it right against my G-spot. A throaty moan escapes my lips and I lean back against the couch, surrendering to the electric feeling that laces my whole body like barbed wire.
A wicked desperation guiding me, I flatten my hand against his crotch, massaging his thick shaft in hurried circles. Growling like a wild animal, I unbuckle his belt and pull it out from its loops. I open the top button of his pants and then, still moving as if have no time to lose, I pull his zipper down. His cock pushes back against the fabric of his fingers, pressing down on my knuckles, and I almost go crazy. God, I can’t believe that I’ve fallen in love with the most handsome man on Earth, and that he loves me back. Swear to God, we’re going to fuck every single day for the rest of my life.
I’m about to pull his boxer briefs down when my body suddenly tenses up; Austin presses his finger against my G-spot in such a way that my muscles become as solid as concrete, a sharp needle of ecstasy stabbing my brain. I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. I breathe out as pleasure chokes me, a raging orgasm taking form inside my pussy, clawing at my insides and threatening to explode, which it does.
“FUCK!” I hiss between my gritted teeth, my muscles twitch as I claw at Austin’s back, my fingernails like knives on his hard muscles. My teeth are pressed together so tightly that they might shatter at any time, and it even seems that my bones are rattling.
“This is just the start, babe,” he whispers, turning his hand around and placing his thumb over my clit. Without giving me any time to catch my breath, he starts massaging my clit while, at the same time, he pushes one more finger inside of me. Flicking his wrist, he fingers me with fast strokes, his thumb circling my clit in such a way that I can’t help but keep on hissing, pleasure turning into sound on my lips. “You want me to fuck you hard, don’t you?” he asks, a teasing tone in his voice.
“Y-yes…” I manage to say, commanding my mouth to move. Speaking is almost impossible when every single inch of your body is receiving a lashing from pleasure.
“Then I want you warmed up for it,” he continues to speak, moving his finger in and out of me at a urgent pace. It feels like my mind is slowly fading, every single thought inside my head being replaced with the echo of lust and ecstasy. Then, I feel the crackle of electricity inside of me and --
“OH GOD!” I shout, throwing my head back again and burying my fingernails in his back. By now I bet that he looks as if he has spent the night fighting a leopard. A very sexy leopard, mind you. “Your cock…” I find myself saying, hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs and pulling them down with such a violence that he groans. “I want your cock. Right now.” I curl my fingers around his shaft and, losing no time, I start moving my hand up and down his long inches, stroking him as he slowly slides his two fingers out of my pussy.
With a groan, he rolls to the side and sits down by my side, his cock slipping out of my fingers as he sits. Moving like a wild cat, I slip down from the couch and go down to my
knees in front of him, reaching with both my hands for his mast. Grabbing it, I start to stroke him again, my hands moving so fast that they become a blur.
Completely hypnotized by his cock, I start leaning in. I part my lips and --