Page 21 of Forever & Always You
He doesn’t need to ask me a third time. Pulling back from him, I whip off my top in one swift maneuver and discard it on the floor.
Austin kisses a path from my jaw down my neck to my collarbone, then down to my breasts.
His mouth closes around my firm nipple, sucking gently, and I bury my face in his hair because it’s too pleasurable to bear.
Austin stands from the bed, his hands beneath my ass as he lifts me with him. He twists us around and lowers me onto the bed, his body following above me. He runs his fingers over the elastic waistband of my PJ shorts. “And these?”
I look him straight in the eye when I say, “Take them off.”
Austin hooks his fingers over the waistband and slides my shorts down my legs.
He pauses for a moment to study my body under the glow of the bedside light, sucking in a breath.
For as much as I want to cross my arms over my chest or shield my body behind a pillow, I fight off the natural instinct to hide and allow myself to be this exposed.
If Austin has wanted this since he was sixteen, then I want the eight-year wait to be worth it.
“Gabby .?.?. You’re so—”
I reach up and hook my hand around the nape of his neck, tugging him back to me so I can kiss him again. Every inch of my body is begging for him to touch me, to feel him. One hand of his sinks into my hair, his other drops between my thighs.
I flinch at how sensitive I am when Austin rubs a finger over my clit.
His touch is light at first, then builds in intensity as he gauges how much pressure I can handle, and it turns out, not that fucking much.
My legs start to tremble and a gasp escapes my lips when he dips a finger into me. One, then two, stretching me.
“That feel good?” he asks, pumping his fingers inside of me at a rhythm that is so in sync with what my body needs. When I catch his eye, his gaze is wild and his smirk seductive because he knows he’s making me feel good. “What makes you come is the one thing I still need to learn about you.”
“I need you too,” I puff out, biting my lip hard to keep me from moaning too much.
“What do you need, Gabrielle?” Austin presses. “Tell me.”
I’m in a sensual daze when I answer, “Your cock.”
Austin pulls away from me, climbing off the bed and stepping out of his boxers.
“Oh,” I blurt.
Concern flashes on Austin’s flushed cheeks. “Do you want to stop?”
I stare at his cock, hard and intimidating and a challenge, and I crave him even more than I did three seconds ago. “I definitely don’t want to stop.”
Austin moves back onto the bed, trailing his hand down my breastbone, raising goosebumps over every inch of my skin. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes, but I’d prefer we went double Dutch. Do you have condoms?”
“Of course. Anything you want, Gabby,” he says, kissing my temple before he reaches over to the bedside drawer to grab a condom. He tears open the foil packet and slides the condom over himself. “You’re sure? This isn’t the concussion talking?”
I grab one of his pillows and slide it under the small of my back. “Just don’t throw me around too much. I’m not flexible at the best of times, and my bones tend to weirdly crack, and sometimes I —”
“Shh,” Austin interrupts, gently pressing his hand over my mouth to smother my nervous rambling. “You’re not very good at talking dirty, are you?”
We bubble over into laughter, and I don’t know how it’s possible such a new and unfamiliar situation can feel this comfortable and natural.
It’s just how Austin and I work—our personalities blend perfectly together, making us the best of friends.
Except right now, this isn’t exactly what best friends do. Well, maybe sometimes.
Austin positions his body over mine, hooking his arms under my shoulders and losing his hands in my hair.
As he guides himself inside of me, I gasp at the pressure.
It takes a few strokes for my body to adjust enough to let him in all the way, and Austin’s breaths are hot against my skin as he presses his face into my neck.
“Oh, Gabby,” he murmurs, lips crashing into mine.
My arms loop around his neck for support as Austin picks up the pace, kissing me hungrily, and the fullness inside of me is so pleasurable I never want it to end. My nails tear across the skin of his back, fighting for a grip on reality.
“Turn around,” Austin orders, pulling out. He runs his hand back through his damp hair and catches his breath as I flip over onto my stomach. He grabs my hips and drags them upward, forcing my spine to arch. “Don’t you dare move. This is now my favorite view of all time.”
He plunges back deep inside of me and I bite into the pillow to smother my groan. I try to push myself up onto my hands, but Austin is fucking me so hard from behind that I immediately collapse facedown back into the pillow.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” he hisses. “You taking all of me.”
“Austin,” I gasp, my moans escaping through clenched teeth as he hits deep inside my core. It feels so good. He feels so good.
“It’s okay, Gabby. You can handle it,” he says, then stretches one hand around me to reach for my clit. “Both?”
I nod into the pillow, my entire body twitching with an overload of pleasure as he maintains a steady speed with both his cock and his hand. It’s exactly what I need to come, and I fight through the sensitivity and the overwhelming urge to push his hand away, until suddenly the stars are aligning.
“Almost,” I mumble, closing my eyes in concentration.
If he moves his hand a single millimeter out of place in this exact moment, I will fucking murder him.
My body is hurling forward up this mountain at full speed, climbing, climbing, climbing .
.?. I nearly scream. Release bursts through my core and my entire body almost crumbles into pieces.
My hips collapse in defeat, but Austin grabs hold again and pulls me back into position.
“You’re so cute when you come, Gabby,” he says, pounding harder. “Now I’m right there with you.”
I’m utterly breathless, my heart throbbing so hard I feel it in my ears. Austin gradually slows and his groans are heavenly as he rides out his own high, his cock pulsating inside of me. The sound of our heavy panting settles over the room and an orgasmic daze ensues.
Austin slides out of me and I roll over to face him, pushing my hair out of my eyes. There’s something incredibly spellbinding about the sight of a man who’s just fucked you; hair damp with sweat, cheeks flushed with color, eyes glazed over.
I’m about to become infatuated with Austin Pierce, and this is not what I had planned when I set out to find him.
“Stay right there,” he says, holding out an arm to prevent me from sitting up. “You relax. I’ll grab you a towel.”
He disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes while I lie in bed, my head a buzz of thoughts and my pulses slowing to a rate that’s not at risk of throwing me into cardiac arrest, and then he returns with a towel over his shoulder and two glasses of water in hand. He’s wearing boxers again, sadly.
“Do you need anything else?” he asks, handing me both the towel and a glass, but I shake my head.
He finds my discarded PJs on the floor and lays them next to me as he collapses back onto the bed by my side, staring up at the ceiling alongside me.
“You feel incredible, Gabby. Better than I could have ever imagined.”
“I’m not sure I want your friendship anymore,” I say.
“I’m not sure I want your friendship either.”
I turn my head to look at him and he turns his to look at me. Our grins stretch until we both break out into laughter.
“There’s no way you’re going back to the guest room,” he says, flicking off the bedside light. He rolls onto his side facing me and plants a quick row of kisses along my bare shoulder. “Goodnight, Gabby.”
I brush my fingers through his hair and say through the darkness, “Goodnight, Austin.”