Page 80 of Your Biggest Downfall
I chuckled. “No. This is the guest room.”
“Oh, phew,” she sighed.
Last time I had her, it was hard and fast. This time I wanted to take my time with her, take in all of her and imprint it to memory.
She shifted to the center of the bed, propping herself up on the pillows, and peeled off the towel with slow movements, holding my gaze. Both of us were naked, and I noticed her eyes flick down to my painfully hard cock. She parted her knees, giving me a full view of her glistening pussy.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I murmured.
Laughing softly, she playfully closed her legs, catching my gaze. “Me or my pussy?”
I chuckled. “Both.”
Leaning in, I kissed the inside of her thighs again, spreading her open for me. I trailed kisses upward, from her stomach to her chest, tasting every inch of her skin as I moved.
I closed my lips around her nipples, rolling them between my teeth.
“Oh, Austin,” she moaned.
Her head arched with her back, and I kissed and nipped along her throat as I lined my cock up with her entrance.
“Nova?” My voice was gruff, and I was desperately trying to hold myself back from impaling her.
“Yeah?” she panted.
“Let me make love to you,” I begged, arching my hips forward, pressing against her tightness.
I would give anything to feel her again—the pressure of pushing inside her, the softness of her walls, the wet warmth as I worked my cock in. I didn’t remember much of that night, but I would always remember what her wet heat was like.
“Please,” she murmured. “I need you, Austin.”
Hearing my name as a whisper on her lips, I pushed in. She closed her eyes and cried out in pleasure. I was completely lost in her as I thrust in and out.
I moved slowly, relishing in the sensation of her warmth enveloping me, inch by inch. Our bodies moved in sync as though we were made for each other. Her moans filled the small room, and she pulled me deeper into her, both physically and emotionally. I took my time, making every movement deliberate.
She arched beneath me, gripping the comforter beneath us. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, capturing her moans in my mouth as we moved together in a rhythm that was both sensual and intense.
Her skin was soft and warm, and I couldn’t get enough of the way she felt, the way her body welcomed me, wrapped around me like we were made for this. I ran my hands along her sides, feeling every curve and tremble of her muscles.
I slowed my pace even further, drawing out the pleasure, wanting this moment to last as long as possible. Her eyes met mine, and everything else disappeared. I could feel her nearing the edge, her body tightening around me as I continued to move, pushing her closer to that sweet release.
Finally, with one last deep thrust, she cried out, her entire body tensing as she came, the pleasure radiating through her in waves. I followed soon after, lost in the intensity of the moment, in the overwhelming sensation of being inside her, of making love to her in a way that felt both tender and consuming.
As we came down from the high, I stayed inside her for a moment longer, not wanting to break the connection yet. I leaned down to kiss her softly.
“Thank you,” I murmured against her mouth as I pulled away. “Thank you.”
I collapsed beside her, grabbed her discarded towel, and wiped us down before pulling a blanket from the chaise in the corner and wrapping us in it.
Her eyes were wide as she rolled over. “We didn’t use a condom.”
I shook my head. We hadn’t used one in the bathroom either. It was a stupid fucking decision. “I don’t have anything. I get tested for the team, and then when I went to rehab, they did it too.”
“Me neither. I had to get tested for my mom recently to make sure I wasn’t susceptible to the type of cancer she has.”
“Do you?”
“No. I don’t have it,” she sighed. “But I’m not on birth control. I was never having sex...”
