More Than I Wanted(40)

It won’t change the ache of being alone for a year, but in this moment we could grow together, building our intimacy to another level. I wanted to live with him, and be his wife one day.

His lips moved to the side of my neck, and I tilted my head to give him better access. He gently brushed my hair aside. Sweet, soft kisses, nuzzling, and passionate suckling of my skin sent a tingling sensation through my body. What was it about that simple little move that made me want to strip off all of my clothes and get naughty?

“I love you,” I sighed.

Austin pulled his mouth off, just far enough to blow gently on my skin, and then moved up to my ear. His lips teased the tiny bits of my lobe, but the warm breath near it sent me into a tizzy. I started to giggle, but it felt so good. He laughed at my reaction, but held me tighter. His mouth nibbled lightly on the edge of my ear, and then exhaling, his warm breath went through me again.

His tongue followed behind, and within seconds I was ready to tear off my panties and sit on him. I held back, wanting our time to last, but my body was on fire and ready to go.

My eyes were closed, and my mind foggy. I was lost in the sensations. My sighs turned into moans, letting him know he was doing everything right.

Sitting on the sofa with no urgency to head to the bedroom, Austin started to unbutton my blouse, watching my eyes as he undid one button after the other painfully slow. He was taking his time and letting me know it.

Slipping the silky material of my blouse over my shoulders, it caught near my elbows. I would have moved to take it off, but his mouth was back on my skin, and I was mesmerized, drawn in to the sexual surge I was feeling. His lips were soft and tender, his tongue teasing at every movement. My breathing got heavier as I sank into the incredible pleasures.

Austin slipped his hand over my breast, my bra still in place, and cupped me fully. Kneading my breast, he leaned in and kissed my nipple through the material. It was a different sensation than I was used to. Letting go, he quickly pushed my bra up over my breasts, and placed his lips on me.

His mouth connected to one of my breasts, licking, sucking, and I pressed into his mouth not wanting him to stop. I was on fire, damp between my legs, and desperate to feel him inside of me. I knew to be patient and draw out the foreplay, but I was horny and feeling crazed with all the teasing he was doing.

Finally, he reached around and unhooked my bra, helping me remove it. I shifted my arms out of my blouse and bra, and sat partially naked and exposed before my boyfriend on the sofa.

I drank in his cologne that had warmed on his skin. I loved how he smelled, and breathed in deeply. It was as if something clicked inside, and I couldn’t get enough of his essence.

In a small growl he said, “Mmm yeah, who’s your daddy, baby girl?”

I burst out in a fit of giggles hearing him say that. I know, I know! Talk about timing, but hearing the words I couldn’t stop myself. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love a little dirty talk, but it was too late. The damn had bust, and I was laughing full on. Tears were welling up in my eyes from the laughter.

“Yes,” he said, annoyed that I’d broken his stride. He was putting his best moves on me, and I’d totally blown the romance of the moment.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it just caught me off guard.” I kept apologizing, but I couldn’t stop laughing.

Rolling his eyes, he shook his head lightly and said, “Should I continue?”

My breathing was heavy, and I choked out, “With or without the dirty talk?” I was cracking myself up. My sides hurt; I was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down my face now.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just…” and the laughter continued. When I finally had it out of my system and calmed down, I knew that I’d totally changed the mood.

I swear that much laughter is like an orgasm! I was wiped out, exhausted from my self amusement, and asked for a moment to recoup. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” I said, trying to catch my breath. Finally, I exhaled deeply and seemed to have gotten it all out of me.

“Amused?” He arched his eyebrow and shook his head.

“A little,” I said holding my fingers up, in a show of how little. “I’m sorry, I know we were getting all romantic, but let’s face it, there was this tension in the room, and after that it’s all gone.”

He pretended to not be amused, but I think he found it funny too, he just hid it better than me.

“I’m sorry that I’m not up on the latest dirty talk. I thought I’d toss something in there, but obviously I made the wrong choice.” His voice went up an octave playfully, “Maybe I’ll try again later, maybe I won’t. Maybe you’ve scarred me for life, we’ll see.” I knew he was mocking me with that last statement.