I’m gasping, swirling, falling, and I feel like I might explode.
But I’m alive. More alive than I’ve felt in a very, very long time.
I pull him back to my mouth, whimpering as I kiss him fiercely, like he’s my lifeline back to feeling this - to feeling in control and feeling alive. I’m moaning into him, and knowing this is wrong, but it can’t be helped.
There’s no saying no to this, and there’s certainly no putting this genie back in the bottle. Not with those hands, and these lips.
His hand slides to the hem of my top, pulling it out from the waist of my skirt and pushing it up to expose my skin. I slip it over my head, already feeling his fingers at my back slipping the clasp of my bra.
That goes too, followed quickly by my hands on his shirt, pulling it up over the coiled muscles of his torso and watching with a hungry look of my own as he kneels to pull it from his body and throw it across the room.
His powerful arms snatch me, pulling me up into his lap as my legs go around his waist. I gasp as he stands, lifting me like I’m weightless before striding across the room and sinking us both into the couch.
And then we’re moaning into each other’s mouths, skin-to-skin. I feel his chest against mine, my nipples sending shivers of electric tingles through my body as they drag across his warm chest. His mouth moves to my neck again, his hands sliding down to pull at the hem of my new skirt. I’m soaking wet, wanting him so badly, and feeling my pulse roar inside as his hands slide between my legs to trail over the seam of my panties.
“Wait.”
The word comes tearing out of me, fueled by the last shreds of my self-control.
Austin pauses, his mouth moving away from my neck as his eyes dart across mine questioningly.
“I-” I shake my head. “Look, just no…” I roll my eyes at myself, feeling my cheeks blush red. “No sex, okay?”
His brow cocks and a grin teases the corners of his lips as he looks at me questioningly.
“Just, no sex.”
He frowns. “No sex like…”
“Like I’m not fucking you.” I frown and quickly shake my head, realizing how crass it sounds. “I mean not-”
Not while you’re paying me money because it makes me feel like a hooker, or like Vince’s secretary?
I bite my lip, feeling the voice inside screaming at me to shut the hell up and let this insanely gorgeous man with his lips on my neck and his hand on my thigh making me wetter and hotter by the second do whatever he wants to me.
“I just can’t,” I say quietly.
He nods, and his fingers slowly slide up across the edge of my panties, making my eyes flutter shut as I moan quietly. “But this…”
“Fingers are okay,” I nod quickly, panting as his finger trails across the front of my panties, teasing me.
He pauses, and I open my eyes to see him grinning at me wickedly. “Oh are they?”
“Uh-huh.” I nod again, swallowing the thick lump in my throat as his eyes burn in to mine.
“I think I like this loophole,” he growls, his eyes dropping down to my breasts.
“Like this?” He pushes my wet panties to the side, his thick fingers brushing over my slit and making me whimper.
God yes.
He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear before he gently nips the lobe between his teeth, making me gasp. His fingers slip between my lips, rubbing me slowly before he slides one thick finger easily inside as I moan loudly.
“Seems fingers are very okay,” he growls into my ear as I whimper and arch my hips towards him.
His fingers curl, and he starts to stroke that magic place just inside. His lips move down to the hollow of my neck, teeth grazing the skin as his thumb begins to roll over my aching clit.
I’m moaning, clutching at rippling biceps and letting my head fall back on the couch as he slowly starts to tease me higher and higher with his fingers.
“No sex, huh?” he growls into my ear, rocking his hips against me and making me gasp as I feel the huge thickness pulsing against my thigh through his shorts and making me sorely second guess my own convictions. “Well that’s fine, princess, cause I already know I can make you come harder with these fingers than you’ve ever come in your life.”
“Big words,” I mumble out, gasping and moaning loudly as he sinks his fingers deep and curls them up.
His hand starts to move faster as he moves his mouth lower, sucking and nipping at the skin of my neck. I can feel my pulse roaring through my veins, my body starting to tense up higher and higher as his lips trail over my heaving breasts until they find the hard buds of my nipples.
I’m burning up inside, the fire only growing hotter and hotter as Austin stokes it with his fingers, and that wicked tongue teasing across my nipples. My hands slide into his hair, clutching at him as I feel the world start to spin around us. I’m gasping, feeling my body go cascading towards that sweet drop and release as his fingers work magic across my sex, his thumb rolling my clit in a steady, demanding rhythm.