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He didn't need any further encouragement. In a swift motion, he flipped us, taking control once again. The weight of him pressing down on me, the heat of his gaze, had my head spinning. "You have me," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. "All of me. Always."
His body was a labyrinth of desires, and I was on a quest to explore every inch, every corner, every hidden recess. The sensation of his skin under my fingers, the taste of him on my lips, was intoxicating. But the most seductive part was the power I felt, the knowledge that I could bring this strong, confident man to his knees with just my mouth.
I shifted, allowing my lips to caress his inner thigh, my breath warm against his skin. A shiver ran through him, and I couldn't help but smirk at the response. "Enjoying yourself?" I teased, my eyes meeting his.
His face was flushed, his eyes clouded with desire. "Fuck," he groaned. "You're going to be the death of me."
It thrilled me – the sheer rawness in his voice, the vulnerability in his eyes. With every stroke of my tongue, every little bite, I reveled in the sounds he made, each one a symphony to my ears. The deeper I went, the more desperate his noises became. Whispers of my name, strangled moans, ragged breaths – they became my guide, urging me to explore further, push harder.
His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tightly. But it wasn't a bid for control. No, it was a lifeline, a desperate anchor to reality as I took him to the edge and back again. I felt powerful, in command. With every motion of my lips, every swirl of my tongue, I could feel him unraveling.
But more than the physical pleasure, it was the emotional connection that had me enthralled. This wasn't just about lust or desire. This was about intimacy, about two souls connecting on the most profound level. Every moan, every shiver was a testament to our bond, to the trust we had in one another. And as I looked up, catching his gaze, I saw the depth of his feelings, the rawness of his emotions.
It was overwhelming, the sheer magnitude of what we shared. A connection so deep, so raw, it felt like our souls were intertwined. And as I felt him tensing, the pressure building, I realized I didn't want it to end. Not yet. I wanted to savor every moment, relish in the sensation of him, the taste, the feel.
Pulling back, I met his gaze, my fingers caressing his jaw. "I want this to last," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.
He pulled me up, our lips meeting in a desperate, searing kiss. "I need you, Paisley," he murmured against my lips. "Now."
And I wasn’t about to deprive him.
22
AUSTIN
The weight of the world seemed to disappear as I pulled her lips up to mine, tasting the intoxicating mix of her and me. The blend of flavors was overwhelming in the best possible way, sending a shiver down my spine. "You know," I whispered, teasing her earlobe with my teeth, "you taste the best when you taste like me."
Paisley chuckled, a low, husky sound that went straight to my core. "Is that so?" she murmured, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Absolutely," I replied, allowing my fingers to trace the curve of her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. With a swift motion, I bit gently on her collarbone, making her gasp, her body arching into mine.
She looked so breathtaking, flushed and disheveled, that I couldn't resist any longer. Shifting us so my back was against the headboard, I pulled her toward me, positioning her just right. The sensation of her enveloping me was nothing short of divine – warm, tight, perfect. It was a feeling that never got old, one that left me reeling every single time.
A guttural groan escaped my lips as I started to move. "Fuck," I whispered, burying my face in her neck. "You always feel so damn good."
She responded with a moan, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she moved in rhythm with me. Every touch, every caress was magnified, sending waves of pleasure crashing over us both.
With every thrust, every touch, I could feel the connection between us deepening. It was more than just physical; it was emotional, spiritual even. The realization hit me hard, leaving me breathless.
Could this be it? Could this be what forever felt like? The thought of waking up next to Paisley every morning, of holding her close every night, was intoxicating. And for the first time, the idea of her being my wife, of building a life together, didn't seem so far-fetched.
Her fingers found their way to my hair, tugging gently. "Austin," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Look at me."
I opened my eyes, meeting her gaze. What I saw there took my breath away. Her eyes were filled with love, with passion, with a promise of forever. And in that moment, everything clicked into place.
I needed her. Not just for a night, or a month, or even a year. I needed her for a lifetime.
"Paisley," I murmured, pulling her closer. "I want this forever. I want you forever."
She smiled, her lips brushing against mine. "You've got me," she replied, her voice filled with conviction. "For as long as you want me."
The thought of her being mine, of us building a life together, was heady. I could imagine it all – the late nights, the early mornings, the lazy Sundays. A life filled with love, with passion, with the promise of forever.
As the intensity built, as we moved together in perfect harmony, I realized I had found my home. With Paisley, with our love, with our future.
The atmosphere in the room was laden with raw emotion and vulnerability. The weight of our earlier confessions bore down on us both, making each movement, each touch, all the more poignant.
Pushing into Paisley slowly, the feeling was indescribable. The tightness, the warmth. I watched her face closely, her eyes shining with a mix of pleasure and a little pain. I never wanted to hurt her, but there was a certain pleasure in those soft whimpers she emitted – not of pain, but of overwhelming sensation.
