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"You okay?" he whispered against my ear, his breath hot and tantalizing. The concern in his voice was evident, despite the clear lust that clouded his eyes.
I nodded, my voice shaky. "More than okay," I replied. The intensity of our connection was undeniable, and the anticipation of what was to come had me teetering on the edge.
He cupped my face, his thumb brushing over my lips. "I want you, Paisley. Every inch of you. But only if you're sure," he murmured, his voice low and dark.
My answer was to pull him closer, my fingers tangling in his hair as I captured his lips in another searing kiss.
28
AUSTIN
The taste of her was intoxicating. As I wrapped my lips around the rosy peak of her nipple, the soft moan that escaped her lips was almost my undoing. I drew it into my mouth, savoring the feel of it hardening further. Her fingers threaded through my hair, tugging and guiding me, making my arousal spike further.
Every time our bodies made contact, it felt like we were setting off fireworks. I pressed against her, the unmistakable hardness of my desire grinding against her, and I could feel the echo of that desperate need in her movements. The way she clung to me, her fingers digging into my back, only added to the heady mixture of need and lust between us.
It felt like being back in high school, grinding against a girl during a slow dance, desperate and awkward. Except, this was a million times more intense. The connection we shared was deep, and it felt like we were becoming one, our bodies molding perfectly together.
Her breath came in soft pants, her chest heaving beneath mine. I moved my mouth from one nipple to the other, giving it the same teasing treatment. "Austin," she gasped, her voice tinged with desperation. The sound of her saying my name, the way she said it, it had my self-control hanging by a thread.
But I was determined. Tonight wasn’t about me. It was about Paisley. I wanted to cherish her, to make her feel the depth of my emotions, the depth of my regret. Even if she didn't fully realize it yet, this was my way of apologizing, of trying to make up for the hurt I'd caused.
I trailed my lips down her stomach, planting soft, open-mouthed kisses along the way. My fingers glided along her skin, tracing patterns, sending shivers through her body. I could feel her anticipation growing, her muscles tensing beneath my touch.
"Paisley," I whispered, looking up at her, our eyes locking. Her pupils were dilated with desire, her cheeks flushed. "Tell me what you want," I urged her, needing to hear her voice, needing to know I was doing right by her.
Her eyes darted around for a moment, as if searching for the right words. Then, with a shaky breath, she whispered, "Just...don't stop."
It was all the encouragement I needed. My hands continued their exploration, making her gasp and squirm beneath me. The feeling of her, so warm and responsive, drove me wild.
Amid the passion, a thought niggled at the back of my mind. I couldn't believe she was letting me back into her life, her heart, so easily. After everything, the lies, the deceit... I didn’t deserve it. And I planned to tell her that, to make sure she knew how sorry I was. But for now, in this moment, I wanted to lose myself in her, to show her how much she meant to me.
Her scent was all around me, intoxicating in its allure. The softness of her skin under my lips and hands left me in a perpetual state of wanting. I left lingering kisses on her neck, feeling her pulse quicken with every touch. Her neck, so vulnerable, was a canvas of emotions. The sounds that emanated from her, each gasp and sigh, were music to my ears.
"Paisley," I whispered against her skin, my voice hoarse with need. My mouth returned to her breasts, lavishing attention on her nipples which seemed to call out for more. I took my time, teasing them, flicking them with my tongue, drawing them into my mouth, one at a time, savoring her reactions. Her fingers gripped my hair, pulling me closer, encouraging me to continue.
She arched her back, offering herself to me, a silent plea for more. With every kiss, I tried to convey all the regret, the longing, the passion I felt. Our earlier confrontation had left emotions raw and wounds open, but in this moment, there was only us, two souls coming together.
I continued my descent, trailing kisses down the valley between her breasts, over her stomach, drawing tiny circles around her navel. She twitched beneath me, her breath coming out in short bursts. I could feel the heat emanating from her, drawing me closer, compelling me onward.
"You're so beautiful," I murmured, my lips grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. I was stalling, wanting to prolong the moment, to heighten the anticipation. My fingers brushed over her wetness, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Austin, please," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper.
I looked up at her, locking eyes. "I want you to remember this moment," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "Remember how much I want you, how much I need you."
Her eyes glazed with desire and a hint of vulnerability. "Then show me," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Without further ado, I pressed my mouth to her, tasting her, relishing the feel of her against my lips. The sounds she made, the way her body writhed under my touch, it was all so overwhelming, so intense.
And as I pleasured her, I was acutely aware of every sensation, every sound, every moment. The weight of our shared past, the depth of our connection, it all added to the intensity of the experience.
Time seemed to stretch and distort, the world narrowing down to just the two of us. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, the rustle of sheets, the soft gasps and moans that escaped our lips.
The weight of her hands in my hair, guiding me, was a sensation that fueled my desires further. Paisley's every move, every sound, and every touch heightened the senses, making everything feel so raw and so real. Her soft moans filled the room, sending shivers down my spine. The warmth of her body and the way she pressed me closer to her made me intoxicated with need.
"Fuck, Paisley," I managed to mutter, momentarily lifting my head, my face slick with her wetness, eyes dark with desire. "You taste so good."
Her breathless chuckle was followed by a tug on my hair. "Then don’t stop."
