Page 74 of Broken Headboards
Chapter Thirty
Tess
It should beillegal to be this wet.
I couldn’t help it. By the time we got to Austin’s apartment, my thighs were so slick they’re slippery.
Seriously, is a woman’s body supposed to survive something like this? Can’t I die of dehydration or something? God, I hope that’s not how it goes for me. It’d be a shame if, after all the hard work I put into my business, this would be the one thing I’d become famous for.
“Tess,” he whispers against my lips, his body pressed against him. I lay my hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my fingertips, and I look straight into his eyes. There’s that hunger there, as always, but this time I see something more.
Maybe it’s passion.
Maybe it’s...love.
Whatever it is, it makes my pulse quicken, and my brain shuts down. I forget all about the competition, and the fact that we’re supposed to enemies is carried away by all the desire running through my veins.
Right now, we’re just...Tess and Austin.
“Make me yours,” I breathe out as I work my hands under his shirt, peeling it off his body. I let my fingers trace the contour of his hardened abs, and my insides clench in anticipation. Could he be any more perfect?
“I thought you already were,” comes his reply, his hands going up to my shoulders. Turning me around against the wall, he unzips my dress and starts pulling it down, my skin prickling as I feel the fabric going down my body, falling into a heap at my feet.
“I’ve never seen anything as perfect as you, Tess,” he tells me, his lips brushing against my ear. With his body on mine, his chest against my back, I feel him straining against his pants.
Turning around to meet his gaze, I press my forehead against his and look into his eyes. “You really know how to say all the right things, don’t you?” I tease him as I rest my fingertips on his chest, slowly allowing them to trail down to his waist. I unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and then flatten the palm of my hand against his boxer briefs, his hard cock throbbing against my curled fingers.
“And I also know how todoall the right things,” he replies, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his pants. We’re half-naked now, nothing but our underwear between us, and I feel that magnetic pull drawing me toward him.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I tease him, and he doesn’t waste a second. He picks me up into his arms, and carries me straight into his bedroom, pushing the door open with the tip of his foot.
There, he lays me gently on the bed, climbing after me. His fingers climb up my spine and he unclasps my bra, slowly pushing it off me. He leans in then, placing his lips right on my chest. His mouth hikes up the curve of my right breasts and, as he wraps his lips around my hard nipple, I left a soft moan out.
I close my eyes as he works his lips and tongue on my nipples, his long fingers gently squeezing my breasts, and then his mouth moves further down, the tip of his tongue trailing toward my stomach.
“I want to devour you,” he tells me, the sound of his voice coming at me from a distance. I can barely focus. “I want to take my time with you, and I want to taste every single inch of your body.”
Kneeling between my legs, he brushes his hands down my thighs and legs. Only then does he return his mouth to my body, his lips tenderly kissing my knee. I arch my back as I feel them trailing upward, going from my knee to my inner thigh. His kisses are gentle but hungry on my skin, softly heading toward that sweet spot between my legs, and I purr as I reach for him. I run my fingers through his hair, disheveling it, and try to guide his mouth to where I need it to be.
He fights against me, prolonging my suffering as he kisses my inner thighs, going from one to the other but always avoiding that maddening wetness in my pussy.
On one hand, I just want him to devour me, to ravage me as if he had no control over himself...but on the other, I just want this moment to last forever, even if that means I have to endure his endless teasing.
“Please, Austin,” I find myself saying, the need to feel his mouth on me overpowering everything else. I don’t know if it’s because I’m begging him to, or if he was already moving to attack, but he finally reaches for my clit with the tip of his tongue. He laps it gently, his tongue moving in steady circles around it, and then he finally presses his open mouth against my pussy.
“Oh, God,” I breathe out as he sucks my folds into his mouth. Holding my hips down, he keeps me in place as he gets to work, devouring me as if my pussy was the most delicious thing he had ever come across. And, sometimes, that’s the most important thing. It’s not about the technique—which Austin certainly has—but about tasting the desire in your man.
When someone looks at you with that fire in his eyes, and you know that his cock is rock hard just because of you...well, then the rest almost takes care of itself, doesn’t it? Sure, every once in a while what really matters is satisfying the craving of your body, but real sex nourishes the soul. Yeah, I know, I sound like a goddamn hippie right now. But screw it. I’m having the time of my life in here.
Now focused on my clit, both his lips and tongue working on it hungrily, he pushes one finger against my inner lips and pushes it in. He drives it straight home before sliding one more, and I arch my back again as flames of desire start dancing inside my mind.
I don’t even know how or when it happens, but when I come to my senses I’m gritting my teeth so hard I might shatter them. My muscles feel as heavy as concrete, a violent pressure building up inside of me, and when I finally come it feels as if even my soul has left my body.
I let out a scream, one loud enough to ruin my vocal cords, and then I prop myself up with my elbows. With my muscles still twitching from the orgasm, my whole body on fire from the inside out, I reach for Austin and pull him up toward me.
“I want you inside of me right now,” I tell him, my hands desperately pushing his boxer briefs down. I sneak a glance at his hard cock, anticipation raging inside me as I see the length of his hardness. Christ, I don’t want him inside of me—Ineedhim inside me.
Smiling, he presses his naked body on top of mine. Our mouths crash then, and I close my eyes as I flavor myself in his lips. And, God, it feels so damn erotic to do it with him. There’s no judgement, no limits, no nothing. There’s only desire, and the frantic need to act on it.
