Page 18 of Autumn be His Wife
I love the way she looks. Wouldn’t change a single damn thing about it. The only thing that could make this better would be to see her wrapped up in my clothes instead of her own.
When she reaches the last button, I’m the one pushing the shirt open. The moment I get an eyeful of her breasts, I’m dizzy.
My breath catches. They’re perfect. Both breasts are pale and full. They lift gently with her ragged breaths, topped with nipples flushed pink. More than a handful, I know it before I even move, the kind I can really wrap my fingers around.
I cup one, and the weight of it is a perfect, heavy warmth against my palm. Her breath hitches. My thumb strokes overthat tight, rosy peak, and a shudder runs through her. I can’t wait any longer.
Leaning down, I close my mouth over the other, and feeling her fingers tugging and pulling my hair is my reward.
My tongue flicks and circles the hardening nub, tasting her skin, feeling it pebble into a desperate point against me. I suckle gently, and her hips buck against my hand, a silent plea for more.
I give it to her, driving my fingers deeper inside her as I worship her with my mouth, lost in the taste of her.
Am I an evil man for wanting to lick her all over to figure out when all this sweetness ends?
“I’m the first man to taste you like this, aren’t I, Piper?” Can’t recognize my voice as the question rolls off my tongue. “How many firsts are you going to let me take?”
There’s one first in particular I want to take, and it’s hard to ignore the thought when my cock is leaking and my head is swimming.
“I want you to have me. All of me.”
My head is swimming with her, with the taste of her, a sweetness I’m certain has no end. The confession she just breathed into the space between us echoes.
The words land like a physical blow, and I go utterly still, my mouth pausing. My blood, already roaring in my veins, seems to stutter to a halt. I lift my head, my lips glistening from her, and search her face. This can’t be right.
“Piper,” I rasp, the name raw in my throat. “Are you sure? Did I hear you right?”
Her eyes, more serious than I’ve ever seen them, hold mine. There’s no hesitation, no flicker of doubt. She nods, a single, definitive motion that sends a bolt of pure, undiluted want straight to my groin.
Before I can form another thought, her hand finds my wrist. Her fingers are small, but her grip is firm, pulling my hand away from her pussy.
“I’m sure,” she whispers, and the sound is a plea and a demand all at once. “I want you to show me.”
A groan tears from me, a sound of pure agony. I wrench my wrist from her grasp. My chest is heaving, my heart a wild, frantic drum against my ribs. Every instinct is screaming at me to protect her, to go slow, to be careful with this fragile, precious gift she’s offering.
But the look on her face… the trust there… it undoes me completely.
My hands, trembling slightly, go to the waistband of my pajama pants. I shove them down, just enough to free myself. My cock springs free, thick and aching, the tip already slick with my own need. I grit my teeth so hard I fear they might crack.
The control it takes not to just sink into her is a physical pain. I can’t tell myself no. Not this time.
I move over her, bracing my weight on one arm. With my other hand, I guide myself to her, the broad head of my cock nudging against her sensitive, swollen clit.
She gasps, a sharp, delicious intake of air, and her whole body shudders beneath me.
The feel of her there, so hot and wet and ready, is almost enough to make me lose it right there.
“I don’t—” I grind out, the words strained, “—want to hurt you.”
With wide eyes, she lifts her hand so she can graze my cheek. “I trust you. Even if it does cause a little pain, I can take it. I’m strong.”
There’s something in the tone of her voice that makes me want to believe her. From the way she carries herself, like she’salready had the world on her shoulders, I know I’m thinking too much into this.
Nodding my head, my brows furrow together as I concentrate on guiding my tip toward her entrance.
I move then, a cautious retreat before sinking back in, a fraction deeper this time. The resistance is less, and her body softens, accepting.
A sharp, quiet gasp escapes her lips, but her eyes never leave mine. They’re wide, a little dazed, but clear. There’s no panic there, only an amazed look in her eyes as she experiences something for the first time.
