Page 61 of Thinking It Over

I nodded. When would I not want his mouth on me?

The heat still in his eyes, he strode toward me, hand pushing mine out of the way as he used my cock like a joystick to direct me to sit. A laugh erupted at his maneuver. Intense sex was hot. But sex with laughter and playfulness was fucking incredible.

My ass on the couch wasn’t good enough, apparently, as he gripped my hips and pulled it closer to the edge,leaving me angling back and exposed as he kneeled before me.

“Better?” I asked, amusement lifting my words.

His grin was full and filled with affection. “Much.” He returned one of his hands to my waiting cock, and my breathing stuttered.

“We should totally sword fight one time.” My lips twitched as I spoke.

Austin’s brow quirked high. “Just because you’re longer doesn’t mean I won’t destroy you.” The raised brow turned into waggles.

“I think you already have,” I whispered, sobering a little.

At my words, he paused his caresses. Intent eyes slammed into mine. Slowly, he angled up and over me, drawing his mouth closer to my lips. “If we’ve destroyed each other, does that cancel each other out and make it a whole? Complete?”

I thought I’d been dead before, but his words slayed me.

I wanted it all with Austin. Everything.

And nothing, certainly not a job, was going to prevent that.

I didn’t speak. Didn’t react with a nod of agreement. Instead, I cupped his nape and pulled him to me. Lips connecting, mouths working, tongues sliding, without adoubt he’d destroyed me for anyone else. Gasping for breath, I pulled back.

“I’ve changed my mind.” Understanding and renewed heat permeated his gaze at my words.

With a nod, he tugged me up, so we changed positions. Once he was seated, I straddled him, our mouths reconnecting as the kiss turned fiery, reaching molten levels of need. With a jerk of my hip, I rubbed against him, feeling his heat and hardness.

Unable to resist, I took both of us in hand. We pulled out of the kiss, eyes connecting, panting heavily, before my gaze traveled to our joined cocks.

Austin reached blindly for the bottle while I thanked the heavens we’d both now forgone condoms and were still on PrEP.

Who thought the snapping of a lube cap could be sensual? But damn, the sound made me achy, desperate for him to fill me and pound into me so damn hard I would remember this moment forever.

The touch of his slick fingers drew out my content sigh. It had been a long time since he’d taken me. A whimper tore through when a finger penetrated. By the time he was knuckle deep and spreading me with his thumb and two fingers, I was driving back on his digits, already blurry-eyed and needing him so much deeper than fingers could manage.

The fresh whimper bursting free was as fierce as it was needy. “Austin—”

He cut me off with a kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth at the same time his fingers were going to town on my ass.

I pulled away, considering tearing away his hand to replace it with his dick. My patience was shot, my desire riding me hard.

A soft smile curved his lips, gentle and sweet, completely at odds with the raw need pulsing between us. This time, he removed his fingers and then encouraged me to ease up so he could position himself. I did so willingly. As our eyes connected, I smiled. It started off small and grew to a fully-fledged grin. He mirrored it immediately as I bore down on him. As I did so, he whispered, “I love you so damn much.”

Fully seated, my heart exploded, my pulse wild and beating to a rhythm orchestrated by Austin. “I love you, too,” I said on a gasp, pausing and adjusting to his girth.

“You okay?”

I bobbed my head and dragged my bottom lip between my teeth as I attempted to control myself.

Feeling steadier, I lifted, using my leg muscles to create a rhythm, Austin’s firm grip helping to keep us in sync. My grip on his shoulders, I focused on nothing butthis moment, wanting so many more that they were countless.

“You feel so perfect,” he said, angling up, inviting me for a kiss.

I fell into him, somehow keeping pace, allowing him to help my movement. Lips together, tongues touching, Austin tore a groan from me when he shifted just so, hitting the spot that had my cock sitting up and taking notice.

Throwing my head back, I groaned loudly, mildly aware of a scraping of wood and a whimper. I kept going, my breaths coming short and fast, and a thud caught my attention.

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