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His lips traced a burning path down my body, each kiss setting my skin on fire. I gasped, feeling a surge of warmth spreading from my core. Austin's movements were both deliberate and teasing, a dangerous combination that had my heart racing.
“Is this helping?” he mused, his voice husky, filled with desire.
A small laugh escaped my lips. “Maybe...” I teased, my fingers finding their way into his hair, tugging him closer.
As Austin continued his sweet assault, every concern, every past memory faded. The present, with Austin's touch and our shared desire, consumed everything. The past may have been complicated, but here, in this moment, with Austin, everything felt right.
The city's distant hum felt worlds away as his lips descended down my body, leaving a fiery trail in their wake. The sensation was intoxicating, my every nerve ending alight with anticipation and desire. I found myself biting my lip, my breath coming out in shallow pants.
He paused momentarily when he reached the waistband of my underwear. Looking up, those deep eyes of his locked onto mine, searching, questioning. Without waiting for verbal confirmation, he pulled the fabric aside, his fingers just grazing my sensitive skin. The cool air of the room contrasted sharply against the heat that had built up between us.
And then, without warning, he pressed his face into the very center of my growing wetness. A sharp gasp tore from my lips, my fingers instinctively winding themselves into his hair, urging him on, pulling him closer.
He paused, lips mere inches away, and looked up. "You like that?" he asked, his voice rough with restrained passion.
Unable to form a coherent response, all I managed was a weak nod. The sensation was overwhelming, a maelstrom of pleasure that threatened to drown me. "Yes," I finally managed to whisper.
His lips curled into a half-smile, all the encouragement he needed. "Good," he murmured before diving back in, this time with unrestrained fervor. Each touch, each flick of his tongue seemed calculated to drive me closer to the edge. The world seemed to narrow down to just the two of us, every other thought and concern melting away.
Austin seemed attuned to every shift in my breathing, every whimper, every shiver. It felt as though he was playing my body like a finely-tuned instrument, each movement eliciting a different response. His hands held my hips firmly, keeping me grounded even as my body threatened to float away on the waves of pleasure he was sending through me.
Every stroke, every touch was magnified tenfold. My heart raced, my breathing grew ragged. The room seemed to spin, the ornate details of the hotel room blurring as my focus remained solely on the man between my legs and the sensations he was coaxing from my body.
It was intense, raw, and unfiltered – a connection that went beyond the physical. A vulnerability in sharing such an intimate moment, an unspoken trust between us. And through it all, Austin was there, guiding me, cherishing me, making me feel wanted in a way I'd never felt before.
But he wasn’t done, not by a long shot. He shifted, his fingers dancing teasingly over my sensitive skin, his gaze never leaving mine. Every movement was deliberate, slow, ensuring I felt every touch.
Then, with a swift move that left me gasping, he plunged his fingers deep within me. It was unexpected, intense, and reignited the fire within me almost instantly. His fingers moved with precision, finding the spots that sent me spiraling, making my head spin.
"Oh, Austin!" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with surprise and pleasure.
His eyes were dark with desire, watching me intently, drinking in every reaction. "You're so damn beautiful," he whispered hoarsely. "I just want you to feel good."
His words, combined with his actions, made the room seem hotter, the atmosphere thicker with need. "I... I can't take much more," I managed to gasp out, my fingers gripping the bedsheet with force.
"You can, and you will," he murmured, his tone authoritative but filled with affection. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"
"Yes," I moaned, lost in the sensation. "Yes, I am."
And with that affirmation, he redoubled his efforts, sending me over the edge once, twice, each climax more intense than the last. My entire world narrowed down to the sensations Austin was drawing from me, the deep connection we shared in that moment.
The city outside was forgotten, the past was forgotten. All that mattered was the now, the present. Us. The world could be falling apart outside, and I wouldn't have noticed. The intensity of what we shared was all-consuming.
By the time he finally stopped, I was breathless, my body quivering from the aftershocks of pleasure. I felt open, vulnerable, and yet completely safe in Austin's arms. It was a paradox, a mixture of emotions that left me dazed.
Pulling me close, he held me against him, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against my ear. I could feel the heat of his skin, the rise and fall of his chest. There was comfort in that closeness, a sense of safety that had been missing from my life for so long.
We lay there in silence for a while, both lost in our thoughts. The intensity of the moment, the emotions it stirred, left words feeling inadequate. Sometimes, silence said more than words ever could.
Eventually, Austin shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me. His gaze was soft, filled with warmth and affection. "How do you feel?" he asked, his voice gentle.
"Overwhelmed," I admitted with a soft chuckle. "In the best possible way."
He smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Good. That's all I ever wanted – to make you feel good."
I smiled back, reaching up to caress his cheek. "You've more than succeeded," I murmured, pulling him down for a deep, passionate kiss. The world outside might have continued its relentless pace, but for us, time seemed to stand still. The future was uncertain, but for now, we had each other. And that was enough.
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