“Give me your mouth.”
Belly dipping I tilt my head back, catching his mouth with mine. His tongue thrust between my lips tangling with mine as his fingers slide under the waistband of my sleep pants then over my pubic bone, rolling one finger over my clit, pulling a mewl from the back of my throat.
“You’re soaked, Little Lamb,” he grunts, entering me with one finger, forcing a moan from me, and my hips to lift off the bed.
His mouth leaves mine and our eyes stay locked as he drags my wetness up, circling my clit. My breathing changes and my chest heaves as something builds below the surface of my skin.
Raising over me, his head dips, and his mouth latches onto one nipple, pulling deep as his fingers slide lower, entering me with one then two fingers. My body draws tight, every muscle tensing as his mouth leaves my nipple, only to blow a cool breath across the surface before traveling to my other breast licking along the way causing my core to clutch at his fingers. Rolling is thumb over my clit, my hands move from his arm, one going to his hair and one traveling down his chest into his boxers, wrapping around him, feeling silk over steel, pumping twice.
Leaving my breast his eyes lock with mine. I’m so close my eyes squeeze shut and a deep pull starts in my lower stomach that expands, sizzling throughout my body like a slow-moving fire.
“Look at me.” Opening my eyes our gaze locks and his eyes travel over my face, breasts, and stomach then back up to meet mine again. “You’re so beautiful,” he groans as my thumb slides over the head of his cock. “Even more beautiful now than you were fifteen years ago.”
“Austin,” I moan as his fingers move more quickly, turning that slow burning fire into a blazing inferno. My back arches off the bed and my core begins to convulse around his fingers. Covering my mouth with his a guttural moan climbs up the back of my throat. My fingers clutch at his hair and my hand stills on his cock as wave after wave of my orgasm takes over my body.
Coming back to myself, our mouths are still locked, my hand still wrapped around him, and his fingers still sliding in and out of me slowly. I’ve had plenty of orgasms, but I have never had an orgasm like the one that just rocked through me, one that woke up every single cell in my body.
Pulling my mouth from his I suck in a lungful of air then whimper as his fingers leave me and he places both of them in his mouth, licking them off, then licks across my mouth, letting me taste myself and him. My hand on him starts to pull up and down, running my thumb over the head of his cock. His hand wraps around mine, pulling it away, bringing it to his mouth and pressing a kiss to my fingers.
“I—” I begin to complain, but he cuts me off.
“The first time I come with you, I’m doing it deep inside you, not in your hand.”
“Oh,” I whisper, and a smile twitches his lips and he leans in, kissing me one more time before planting his elbow in the bed near my head.
“You okay?” My recent orgasm, his soft voice, and his fingers running down the side of my face relax me deeper into the bed.
“Yeah, are you?” I lift my hand, pushing his hair away from his forehead.
“Oh yeah.” He leans in and presses another kiss to my mouth before leaning back again. “You wanna spend the night at my house tonight?”
“On the boat?”
“No, bed’s getting delivered to the house today. The kitchen was just completed, so I want to spend the night there with you.”
“I don’t know,” I mutter, feeling conflicted, wondering if we should slow down a little. There is so much we still haven’t talked about, and I can feel it in the air between us like a coiled snake that, at any moment, will strike out, disrupting what we’re building.
“I want you with me tonight. I want to wake up with you in the morning. We don’t have to do anything, Lea. I just need to know you’re close,” he says, and my body melts under his stare.
“Okay,” I agree, leaning up and pressing my mouth to his in a quick kiss.
“You gonna be okay today, when I go out to do some work on the boat?”
“Yeah, I need to do some stuff here, and then I need to go talk to the bank about the loan for the office.”
“I’m glad you’re home, Little Lamb.”
Home. Even without my mom here, being with Austin does make this feel like home. I just hope I’ll be able to fight through the feelings building deep within me when the time comes.
Chapter 11
Lea
I pull up in front of Austin’s house and look up through my windshield, smiling at the deck, where I can see Austin standing, looking down at me, waiting.
Today had been a really good day. After Austin left, I started going through some of my mom’s stuff that she hadn’t had a chance to go through before she was too sick to do it herself. I hated watching her getting rid of stuff while she was alive, asking what I wanted to have and what she could give to Goodwill, but now that she’s gone, I know she did it for me, so I wasn’t left sifting through memories alone.
After I went through some boxes of pictures and paperwork, I went to the bank and set up the paperwork for my loan. When I walked into the bank, I was surprised to see Shelby. We were friends in high school, but like everyone else from my past, I had lost contact with her. Surprisingly, she wasn’t mad, and even seemed to understand why I left.
She too had just come back into town after being gone since before graduation. I knew that she left shortly after her and her high school boyfriend Zach, who is now the sheriff, gave their baby up for adoption. I didn’t know much about her story, though I could still see pain in her eyes when she spoke about moving back. Then she brought out pictures of her son, who had just turned seven, and her pain transformed into something completely different, something I knew only a parent could understand, like whatever she was feeling was worth it, because she had her child with her.
“You gonna sit out here all night, or are you gonna come inside?” Austin asks, scaring me as he opens my door. I was so caught up in thinking about today that I didn’t even realize he had come down the stairs.
“I’m coming inside.” He brushes his mouth over mine then presses the button for my seatbelt, unlocking it, then pulls me out with him, slamming the door.
“Do you have a bag in the trunk?”
I shake my head no and then show him my purse. “I have panties and a toothbrush. I figured I could wear one of your shirts to bed.”
“Or nothing.” He smirks, making my insides flutter, and a blush creep across my cheeks and down my neck.
Clearing my throat, I step away from him, open the back door, and lean inside, pulling out the bags I did bring.
“What’s this?” he asks.
“I figured you didn’t have anything here to cook, so I stopped off at the store and got some basics, and I also picked up stuff to make you dinner.”
“You’re gonna cook for me?”
“Well, I’m going to put a premade lasagna in the oven, open a bag of salad, and cut up some French bread.” I shrug.
“Smart ass.” He slaps my ass.
“I didn’t think you’d have any stuff to cook with here.”
“I have one pan and a coffeemaker.”
“I knew it.” I smile as he takes the bags from me and I follow behind him inside.
“Do you want a glass of wine?”
“Yes, please.” I slip off my coat, laying it on the end of the large island, and walk around, taking the stuff out of the bags he brought up for me. Once I have the lasagna unpacked, I turn on the stove and place it in the oven.
“I have something for you outside.”
“You have something for me?” I ask, but instead of explaining, he just takes my hand and leads me to the deck, where there is a large telescope set up with a red bow on it.
“This is the perfect place for you to use it.” His hand tugs mine, but my feet are frozen to the ground below. This is something I had dreamt of, a wish I shared with him, something I never, ever believed I would have,
and yet, here I am, in the house I fell in love with when I was a little girl, with the man who holds my heart, and he’s giving me a piece of a dream I never believed would come true.
“You got me a telescope?” I whisper, looking from the equipment to Austin.
“I did.”
“You remembered.” I close my eyes briefly, overwhelmed with emotion.
When I open them again, his eyes go soft and he takes a step toward me, touching my cheek. “I remember everything, Lea, every conversation, every touch, every kiss, every single thing about you, about us. I remember it all.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him what happened, why he didn’t come after me, why he let me go, but I can’t. I don’t want to ruin the moment, so instead, I step toward him and wrap my arms around his waist, laying my head on his chest and say a quiet, “Thank you.”
He grunts, making me smile, and I pull back, looking at the telescope then the sky, which is just turning dusky. “I wish it was really dark.”
“In a few months, you’ll have hours of darkness to sit outside under the stars,” he tells me.
“True, but I’m still going to use it tonight,” I say as I get up on my tiptoes and kiss him, and he smiles against my mouth.
“Mom and Dad are coming this weekend. They’re driving a bunch of furniture down from Anchorage for me,” Austin says as I snuggle in his lap on one of the deck loungers, where we came out to sit after we ate dinner standing in the kitchen.
“That’s nice.” I hug my sweater closer around while looking out at the ocean, watching as the sun sets on the horizon.
“How do you feel about having dinner with them and me?” he asks softly, almost like he’s concerned about my response, and my body, which had been relaxed, tenses up.
“I don’t know.” I lift my glass, taking another sip of wine so I can keep my mouth occupied. Austin’s mom wasn’t always the nicest person in the world when we were dating. Don’t get me wrong; she loves her son and is a great mother, but she did not like me at all and made it known regularly. His hand comes under my chin, tilting my head back, forcing me to look at him.
“Some of the people around town have already filled her in on the status of our relationship,” he informs me.
“Great,” I grumble, making a smile twitch his lips.
“Just dinner,” he says quietly.
“Sure,” I agree, but promise myself I will go stand out in the cold in nothing but a towel, with wet hair, so by the time she gets here, I will have pneumonia and will be unable to have dinner with her.
“It’ll be fine.”
“I know. You’ll be there with me, so I’m not worried about it.” I try to smile, but I’m pretty sure it comes off as a grimace.
Snuggling back down, resting my head under his chin he mutters. “She hasn’t liked anyone.”
“Pardon?” I ask, tilting my head back to meet his eyes again.
“There hasn’t been one woman I’ve dated or been with that she’s liked. Honestly, she would bring you up in front of them, telling them our story, making it sound like some kind of romantic tragedy.”
“She hated me,” I remind him shaking my head.
“She hated all of them more, baby.”
“I’m totally not taking that as a compliment,” I mutter, making him chuckle.
Shaking my head I relax back under his chin watching as the sunsets completely, leaving a pinkish hue in the sky.
“Are you tired?” he licks against my neck, causing goose bumps to break out across my skin and my nipples to harden.
“No.” I smile, pressing my neck closer to his mouth.
“Hmm.” I feel his smile then we’re up and moving into the house, going through the empty living room, up the stairs, and to the bedroom, where he lies me on the bed.
“I need to change,” I tell him, trying to sit up, but his hands on either side of me and his body over mine cage me in, preventing me from moving.
“All you brought were panties and a toothbrush,” he reminds me, while his hands slide under the edge of my shirt, running over the skin of my stomach.
“I know.”
“You have nothing to change into.”
“Oh,” I whisper as his mouth lowers to mine, pulling my bottom lip between his before traveling it down my neck and pulling open my sweater, pushing it off my shoulders, leaving me in my loose-fitting spaghetti-strap tank. Then his hands are on the buttons of my jeans, opening them up so the small V of my cream lace panties is showing.
“Austin,” I whimper as his mouth lowers over my lower belly and he nips the skin there, sending a zing of arousal to my core. Gripping my jeans he drags them down over my ass and hips, his warmth leaving me only long enough to toss the jeans behind him to the floor. When his body is covering mine again, I put my hands in his shirt and pull up, thankful when his hands go behind his head and he removes his black thermal, adding it to the pile on the ground.
Before I have a chance to mourn their loss, his hands are back on me, traveling up my sides, taking my top with them as they move up over my breasts discarding that piece of clothing behind him as well. Standing back his eyes devour me from head to toe, rumbling something under his breath he runs his fingers along the edge of my bra, between the creamy lace material and my skin.
I lie there, entranced by his expression. My body feeling warm everywhere his eyes touch. When his fingers trail from my breasts, over my stomach, around my belly button, then along the lace of my panties, my back arches toward him, offering myself up to his touch, like some kind of pagan sacrifice.
“You tell me if you want to stop,” he says, and my gaze trains on his. I nod once, knowing there is no way I will ever ask him to stop touching me. His body comes to rest over mine and his lips touch my mouth, my chin, and then his fingers pull down the straps of my bra at my shoulders, placing open-mouth kisses across my skin. I sit up slightly as he reaches behind me, unhooking the garment, and when his eyes take in my breasts, my nipples pucker in anticipation. His fingers skim over the hard peeks, making me whimper again.
The first touch of his mouth on my skin has my body coming off the bed and my legs wrapping around his hips, anchoring him to me. His large, rough hand cups my other breast, making my body writhe under him. Running my fingers through his hair his mouth moves back to my other breast, sucking deep causing my core to tighten.
My head presses back into the pillow, and my body lights up as his hand travels down between my legs. He grunts again as his fingers slide over the lace still covering my core. I’m so wet that I know the delicate material is soaked.
My head lifts off the pillow watching as he kisses down my body before kneeling on the floor between my spread legs. Covering me through the lace with his mouth my eyes widen in surprise.
“Austin,” His eyes meet mine. I know it’s ridiculous, because I’m a thirty-three-year-old woman, but I have never had anyone do this to me, and even though my body is primed, the situation feels awkward. I watch his eyes heat further as understanding fills his features. How he knows what I’m feeling and thinking, I have no idea, but he does.
“No ones ever ate your pussy baby?” He asks against my core.
“No,” I whisper.
“Not even one little taste?” he asks, turning his head to kiss the inside of my thigh.
“Never.” I shake my head franticly.
“So it’s all mine?” He pulls the lace to the side and bites the lips of my pussy.
“Yes.” I whimper.
“Your not gonna deny me this are you baby?” He asks as his tongue licks up my center.
Oh.
My.
God.
“No,”
I attempt to relax my body and watch as his nose runs over my core, and then his teeth nip, making my body fall back onto the bed. A loud riiiip sounds through the room, startling me as cool air bushes across my sex.
The wet skim of his tongue sliding up from my entrance to my clit makes my fingers
tangle in the sheets on the bed, and my hips lift and follow the feeling. Then he does it again and again, creating a weight in my belly that my whole being begins to reach for.
One finger enters me, tearing a loud moan from the back of my throat. My hips press closer to his mouth, and my hands rise above my head as my core begins to squeeze in sync with my heartbeat when he enters me again, but this time with two fingers. He rolls them over my g-spot while his mouth latches onto my clit. I come hard and loud, my body pressing deeper into the bed, my legs closing in around his ears, unable to take anymore stimulation as wave after wave of bliss floats through my body.
When I come back to myself, his body is over mine, his jeans gone, and I’m able to see all of him for the first time. His shoulders and chest are broad with tattoos of waves and a ship covering them; his waste is tapered, his muscles firm. One hand presses down on my thigh as I wrap my other around his hip and pull him closer to me. Locking his eyes between my legs his hand wraps around his cock, which is thick and long, the veins all pronounced and the head a deep purple. Sliding it through the wetness, tapping my clit twice, causing another moan to fall from my mouth.
“Tell me this is mine, Lea.” My eyes roam over him. His body is tense and his brows are drawn together; he looks like an ancient Viking warrior.
“I’ve always been yours,” I tell him honestly, and then he’s in me. His body stills, giving me a moment to catch my breath and adjust to his size. I feel completely full and stretched, it’s like nothing I ever felt before.
“Fuck,” he grunts then leans closer so his mouth is inches from mine and we’re sharing the same breath. “You’re so tight…so fucking tight and wet.” His body stills and his forehead lowers to my collarbone. “Condom, fuck.”
I pull my other leg up around his hip and place my hands on his face until his eyes are on mine. “I…I’m on birth control.” I lick my lips that have suddenly gone dry.