Page 50 of Loving Violet
“Will you let me kiss you?” Austin whispers back.
I nod, still in disbelief that I asked the question in the first place. To be fair, I’d let this man do anything he wanted to me.
Then he leans forward and gently touches my cheek. His eyes roam all over my face before finally focusing on my lips. I can’t help it—I lick them, and at the motion, Austin groans softly. Instead of going straight to my lips, he kisses my neck gently. Goosebumps erupt all over my body. Austin keeps kissing a trail along my jaw all the way to my… Oh my god, his lips are on mine.
The kiss starts tender, almost hesitant, as if he’s savoring the moment. I can feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, the gentle pressure of his lips on mine. My heart races, and I feel a shiver of excitement run through me. Austin’s hand slides to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as the kiss deepens. I respond eagerly, wrapping my arms around his neck and letting myself get lost in the sensation as my tongue tickles his.
When we finally pull back, both of us slightly breathless, I see a new intensity in his eyes.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he says, his voice husky.
I smile, feeling a mix of giddiness and relief. “I think I have an idea,” I say to him.
I know that he wants me. The way he is looking at me and the intensity of this kiss tells me everything that I need to know. I feel so beautiful, so powerful. It’s something I have never felt around a man before.
Austin goes back to kissing me, but this kiss is more intense. Tingles run up and down my entire body, and I feel like I am on fire. I feel like I am in heaven, and I don’t want to ever stop. Roaming my hands over his head, I notice how soft his hair is, and I have the sudden urge to pull it, so I do.
We are suddenly fighting for control…
Austin groans again, and then I feel him grab me by the waist and place me on his lap. There is nothing tender about the way we are kissing; in this new position, there isn’t a millimeter between us. The way he draws me to his chest, the way my legs fall apart as I settle into his lap.
I start to move my hips against his feeling how hard he is. I gasp at the contact before Austin pulls back. We are both breathing hard, and my hair is all messed up. But he doesn’t seem to care as he gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sends more shivers down my spine.
"You're incredible," he whispers.
I blush, looking down for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "You're not so bad yourself."
Austin chuckles, and we both take a moment to catch our breath. "I didn't mean to get carried away," he admits, his voice softer now.
"I'm not complaining," I reply, a playful smile tugging at my lips.
He grins back, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Good to know." Then he goes back to kissing me.
I start to move my hips again, and this time I am the one who groans against Austin’s lips. He places both of his hands on my hips and helps me move against his hardness. My body responds to the friction with a prickling of my skin. My nipples tighten and a rush of heat goes straight to my core. I try to squeeze my thighs, but I can’t because Austin’s strong legs are between them, holding me apart as he helps me chase the orgasm.
Austin starts to kiss down my neck, and I let my head fall back, breathing hard. I feel out of control, and I don’t know if this is okay or not, but at this moment, I don’t care. I could give zero fucks; I just want to come, like a schoolgirl dry humping for the first time, my body is tense, I’m so close. I look down at Austin, and his lips are swollen, his hair is a mess, and his eyes are hooded.
“What are you doing to me?” Austin asks, his voice strained.
“I don’t know. I just can’t stop,” I say, as I keep moving against him. Moving harder and harder.
“Do you want to cum, beautiful?” he asks me.
“Yes. It’s the only thing that I want.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you.”
“I’m sure, Austin. Please just make me cum.”
“Oh baby. I will make you feel so good. Can you feel how hard I am?”
I nod my head in acknowledgement because I can’t talk. Austin pulls my dress up and the only thing between us are his jeans and my lacy, very wet underwear.
He traces the curves of my waist before grabbing a handful of my ass, only letting it go to slap it once, hard. I moan, loudly, unable to contain the sound.
“Do you know how badly I want to fuck you?” Austin says while he helps me move on top of him.
His words bring fire to my core, and I answer, “How bad?” I look into his eyes and see the resistance breaking in his eyes.
