Page 73 of Broken Headboards
My thumb rubs her clit over the fabric, gently, and I trace the curve of her lips, teasing them ever-so-lightly. Her hips writhe against me, moving in the direction of my fingers. I push her dress up, wanting to expose to me and I dive in, pushing the lace aside. I suck her clit into my mouth, kneading it with my tongue and I slide a finger into her slit, slowly moving it in and out of her.
“Oh my God,” she moans.
“Feel me, baby.” I growl against her, licking her dry. “It’s just us.”
My finger hooks in her, pushing against her G-spot, and my tongue slides over her clit, massaging it with my lips. Her muscles begin to quiver, and her thighs lock my head in between her legs.
“Yes, baby. Cum for me,” I finger her harder and thumb her clit, kissing up and down her thighs ferociously.
“Yes, Austin. Oh my God, yes,” she screams, and her hips buck up on the brink of orgasm. I flick my tongue across her clit and she breaks.
“Yes,” she moans, her voice quivering.
I coax her through her orgasm, kissing and nibbling at her throbbing pussy. She sighs as her body melts around me.
Her body begins to relax and her breathing steadies. I rest my head on her stomach and she runs her fingers in my hair. It so…intimate.
Is it so bad to admit that I want this? Always? Even if it’s in the back of car, I want to feel this alive, this fucking elated every day of my damn life. I don’t know what this woman is doing to me.
But I also know I can’t think about it right now.
I pull her dress down and slide her into my lap, nuzzling my nose into her neck. I turn her head to kiss me and whisper into her mouth, “God, I fucking want this. Even if it’s just for tonight.”
She tugs at me hair, pulling me closer.
“Me too.”
