Page 42 of Broken Headboards

Chapter Sixteen

Austin

The steel doorsof the elevator slide open, too slowly, and I reach for her hand, tugging her behind me towards my door.

I’m too close to wait for this, for her—I want her now.

She quickens her pace to keep up with me, wrapping her hand around my forearm.

Fuck, I love the way she touches me. It does something to me that I’ve never felt before. Maybe, it’s because she knows how to beat and challenge me, unlike anyone I’ve ever met. Men included. Or, maybe, it’s because she’s so damn sexy that whenever her skin touches mine my body fucking sparks, electrifying every part of me. Including parts I never even knew I had.

Who the fuck knows, baby. But I’m not going to lie, I’m enjoying the hell out of it.

I do quick work unlocking my door, swinging it open, and pushing her inside.

Before I can think about giving her a tour—though that’s the last thing I plan on doing—she pushes me up against the door and kisses me hard. She winds her hands up my chest, neck and twist her fingers in my hair, releasing a feral growl from my lips.

“Fuck, baby.” I reach behind her, finding the zipper to her delicate dress and unzip it slowly. It falls to the floor, the material pooling at her feet.

I place my hands on her waist and straighten my elbows, pushing her away from me so I can witness this woman in all of her fucking glory.

Jesus Christ.

She’s wearing a black lace corset that displays her tits like a fucking diamond in a vault.

My hands trace down the side of her waist, fingering the lace of her thong between my fingers.

She squirms, her sensitive skin feeling the heat of my touch.

“You’re fucking divine,” I groan.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” her hands slide under my suit jacket and slide it off my shoulders. She tugs my tie off and rips open my shirt, purring as she racks my chest with her nails.

I hiss, reveling in the twinge of pain and pleasure.

I’ve had my fair share of women, baby, but fuck, Tess is a dream. She’s a temple I want to go and bow down in every damn day.

And so, I do. Why not begin to worship right the fuck now?

I fall to my knees and squeeze her ass, pushing her towards me. She stumbles forward and grabs my head for balance while I nuzzle my nose and lips into her pussy, coating the lace detail with my tongue. She tastes so fucking sweet, like the sweetness nectar I’ve only dreamt of tasting—a mixture of elderflower and honey.

Damn, its enticing.

I tease her, letting my tongue travel over the hem of her panties, up and down her inner thighs. And then, I graze my teeth over her sensitive, swollen clit.

“Fuck, Austin,” she bucks her hips into me, filling my mouth with her.

My lips slide over the delicate material and I lick her nub lightly as a loud moan emerges from her.

“You taste so fucking good,” I slur, lathering in her wetness.

I knead her clit with my tongue and she continues to grind against me. I hang one of her legs over my shoulder to open her up to me, positioning her pussy at a better angle.

I lick her lips, soaking my mouth with her juices, and slip a finger into her slit.

“Yes…oh my God,” she hisses.

My finger hooks into her, doing a come-hither motion. I hit her g-spot over again, making her knees buckle.