I push up onto my knees so I’m hovering over him. Our gazes are still locked as I shift a little, lowering myself down so the broad head is at my entrance.
“Ready?” I ask.
“I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.”
I don’t think he’s serious, so I don’t respond. Only slowly lower onto him. He enters me, fills me. Stretches me. I grip his shoulders for balance as I raise and lower myself, taking him an inch at a time until I’m completely full.
He sets his feet on the bed and bends his knees so I sit in the cradle of his body.
He gently pushes between my breasts so I lean back against his thighs.
“Oh!” I cry, the rest of him sinking into me with this adjusted angle.
“Fuck, baby. Stop that or this will be over before we start.”
I’m clenching down around him. He’s thick and it’s just shy of painful the way he fills me.
“I can’t help it,” I whisper, and then I start to move.
He settles his hands on my hips, helping me lift and lower.
It feels so good. Amazing because he got me all primed with that first orgasm. I’m sensitive and swollen and three-quarters toward coming again. It’s nothing like…
“Hey.” He cups my breasts.
I didn’t realize my eyes fell closed but I meet his dark gaze.
“Look at me. Keep those green eyes open. It’s you and me. Just us.”
I nod and chase my orgasm as our gazes hold. I circle my hips as I lower, my clit rubbing against him. I move faster, and then faster still.
Sweat slicks our skin.
“I’m close,” I tell him, but somehow it’s just out of reach.
He licks his thumb and settles it between us so it hits my clit every time I shift.
“Oh,” I moan. Yes, that little bit of extra pressure is what I was missing.
I fuck myself down onto him, hard and steady, and then I’m there.
I scream and hope Miles was right and that he and Chance can’t hear me. Because there’s no way I can keep these sounds in. It’s amazing, the feel of Austin.
Him inside me.
Us.
He thrusts up to meet me, hard. His breathing is ragged and his motions become wild, no rhythm. He’s chasing his own satisfaction and in one, two deep thrusts, he holds himself deep. And he comes.
“Oh my God,” I breathe, falling onto his chest.
He wraps his arms around me, holding me close. He’s still deep inside me and I smile.
This. Right here.
Everything.
I’m not sure how long we lie there together, entwined. I only know that I feel safe and happy.
Austin hasn’t moved either.
And I feel complete.
I feel right.
And I never want to move.