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"Oh, Austin..." she gasped, her voice trembling with desire. "You feel so good."
My fingers found their way to her hips, guiding her movements and matching her pace. The tight confines of the tub meant that each motion was deliberate, intimate, leaving no room for anything but the pure sensation of being joined.
"I want to make you feel good," I murmured, nipping at her collarbone. "Always."
The seductive combination of her nails digging into my shoulders and the breathy moans escaping her lips had me teetering on the edge. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, the sensation so potent it was almost painful. But I wanted—no, needed—to keep this slow, to savor every single moment.
Her lips found mine again, the kiss passionate, hungry, a testament to our growing need. Our tongues tangled in a feverish dance, each touch and taste heightening the already intense pleasure coursing through us.
With every movement, we drew closer to that precipice, the pleasure building, tightening, until it was almost unbearable. Her breaths came faster, her body trembling with anticipation, and I knew we were both close.
"I've got you," I whispered, holding her close, feeling the tension coil even tighter within her.
And then, as if a dam had burst, the pleasure washed over us both. It was all-consuming, a tidal wave of sensation that left us both breathless and spent. We clung to each other, riding out the aftershocks, the world outside forgotten.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke, the weight of the moment pressing down on us. Then, Paisley leaned back, her gaze locking onto mine, a look of pure contentment on her face.
33
PAISLEY
The rush of our intimacy seemed to drain away as quickly as the water from the tub, leaving a lingering warmth and a weariness that settled over my limbs. Austin's hands slid beneath my thighs, effortlessly lifting me from the water. I could feel his strength enveloping me, an unspoken promise that he'd always be there to catch me.
With my head resting against his solid chest, he wrapped us both in a plush towel, the soft fabric soaking up the moisture from our skin. I reveled in the feeling of being enveloped by him, the steady thud of his heart a soothing rhythm against my ear.
He carried me across the cool, marble floor of the bathroom and into the bedroom, his movements sure and steady. The vast bed loomed before us, its inviting sheets rumpled and beckoning. I'd never been so grateful for a bed in my life.
He gently laid me down, and I felt the softness of the sheets against my back. He rummaged through our bags, tossing me a soft, oversized nightshirt. I caught it mid-air, the cotton material warming instantly in my grasp.
Pulling the nightshirt over my head, its comforting weight settled around me. It smelled faintly of Austin, a scent that was quickly becoming one of my favorites. I tugged it down, the hem grazing the tops of my thighs, providing just enough coverage. The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow, casting shadows that played on the walls, adding to the room's overall sense of intimacy.
"You look so good in that," Austin said, his voice rough with residual desire. He was watching me, his gaze so intent that I felt my skin flush beneath its weight.
I couldn't suppress a tired chuckle. "You have a weird definition of 'good,' considering I'm practically drowning in this thing."
He smiled, that familiar twinkle in his eye making an appearance. "It's what's underneath that counts."
I rolled my eyes, though the warmth in my cheeks betrayed me. "Flatterer."
He approached the bed, leaning over me and planting a gentle kiss on my forehead. "It's not flattery if it's the truth," he murmured against my skin, his lips tracing a path down my cheek.
I sighed, a contented sound. "You always know what to say, don't you?"
He hummed in agreement, his hands finding my waist, pulling me closer. "It's a gift."
I laughed, the sound soft and husky. "A gift, huh?"
"Among other things," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I swatted him playfully, pushing him away.
"Enough, you big flirt," I teased, my fingers pushing against his chest. Though, the truth was, I loved the way he teased and flirted with me. Every jest and jesting touch made me feel cherished, special.
Austin chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Point taken. I'll give you a break... for now." He waggled his eyebrows, drawing another light-hearted roll of my eyes.
I yawned, stretching my arms out. "Gosh, I'm suddenly so tired." I blinked slowly, my eyes feeling heavy.
Austin brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch tender. "It's been a long day, love. Between the travel and... well, everything else," he said, his voice low, a hint of mischief lacing his words.
I giggled, the sound muffled by another yawn. "Yeah, 'everything else' really took it out of me."
