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I bit my lip, a rush of desire coursing through me. "Maybe," I replied with a playful smirk, "or maybe I just like watching you squirm."
His laugh was deep and throaty. "Is that so?" he replied, leaning back to look at me. "Then let's see who squirms first."
In a swift motion, he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him, effortlessly positioning us. The sensation of him entering me was both startling and electrifying. My breath caught in my throat, and my nails dug into his shoulders.
"Still think you have the upper hand?" he teased, a glint of mischief in his eyes. His words were meant to provoke, to challenge, but all I could focus on was the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled by him.
I tilted my head back, allowing the pleasure to wash over me. "It's not about winning, Austin," I panted out, trying to gather my thoughts amidst the waves of pleasure. "It's about enjoying the game."
His lips captured mine in a fierce, hungry kiss. His movements were deliberate, each thrust calculated to send me spiraling into ecstasy. The world around us ceased to exist, replaced by the symphony of our breath, our moans, and the rhythm of our bodies moving in sync.
"You're so tight, Paisley," he groaned, his voice filled with raw desire.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "And you fill me so perfectly," I whispered back, biting his earlobe playfully.
The pace quickened, the urgency evident in every touch, every kiss. Our movements became more frenzied, the need to reach that peak overpowering every other sensation. The pressure built until it was almost unbearable, and I felt myself teetering on the edge.
"Come for me, Paisley," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.
His words were all it took to send me over the edge. My body tensed, then shuddered, waves of pleasure crashing over me. He followed soon after, his grip on me tightening as he found his own release.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. We were entwined, our breaths mingling, our hearts racing. The world around us came back into focus, the sounds of the night filtering in through the open window.
He pulled out slowly, the sensation causing another shiver to run down my spine. Laying me down beside him, he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close.
As we lay there, wrapped in the tangled mess of sheets and limbs, I felt Austin’s steady heartbeat against my ear. There was a silence, not an awkward one, but the type filled with unspoken sentiments and shared experiences. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a golden hue on his chiseled features, making him appear even more handsome than usual.
After a moment, he adjusted himself to face me. His eyes, which I had grown to love, held an intensity I had rarely seen. It was as though he was wrestling with an internal storm, debating with himself about whether to speak. My fingers idly traced the veins of his forearm, waiting for him to share his thoughts.
Finally, he took a deep breath, "Paisley," he began, his voice soft and laden with emotion, "there's something I need to tell you."
I gently squeezed his hand, urging him on. "You can tell me anything."
He paused, letting out a shaky sigh. "In the past two decades," he whispered, the rawness evident in his voice, "I've been through so much. Ups, downs, moments when I thought I couldn't go on... And then you walked into my life."
I watched him closely, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes. It wasn’t often that he opened up, and the gravity of the moment wasn't lost on me. "Go on," I whispered, not wanting to break the fragile atmosphere.
His fingers intertwined with mine, the warmth of his touch a sharp contrast to the cool evening breeze wafting in from the window. "I never thought I'd feel this way again. You've brought a light into my life that I didn't think was possible. You've changed me, Paisley. And for the first time in a very long time, I feel alive."
A tear slid down my cheek, touched by his honesty. "Austin, I..."
He pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. "Just let me say this," he said, his voice firm. "You are, without a doubt, the best thing that's happened to me in the last twenty years. I never thought I'd get a second chance at happiness, at love. And yet, here you are."
The weight of his confession hung in the air between us. I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this man who had become such an integral part of my life in such a short span of time.
Pulling him into a tight embrace, I whispered against his ear, "You have no idea how much that means to me."
We stayed like that for a while, holding onto each other as if our lives depended on it. The outside world faded away as we found solace in our shared connection.
With my head nestled against his chest, I felt the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing. The steady beat of his heart lulled me into a deep sense of tranquility, and before I knew it, sleep began to take over.
The last thing I remembered was the comforting sensation of his arms wrapped around me, and the gentle sound of his heartbeat echoing in my ears.
14
AUSTIN
Waking up in Paisley’s bed still felt surreal. The room was bathed in a soft morning light that filtered through the lace curtains, casting intricate shadows on the wooden floorboards. It was quiet, save for the distant chirping of birds outside and the gentle rustle of Paisley moving around in her art studio.
