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ROSI

Taking my time,I was determined to examine and explore every one of Austin’s perfectly sculpted ridges. I traced the muscles of his shoulders down over his pectorals and back and forth over the dips in his abdominals. I followed with my mouth, doing whatever pleased me the most, including tugging on his nipple with my teeth. His sharp intake of breath let me know I made a good choice.

When I reached his cock, I took it in my hand, feeling the weight and girth of it as the muscles in my core tightened with hunger. I slid my grip over him and back again, watching as he shut his eyes and caught his lower lip with his teeth.

Lowering my head, I licked the bit of precum off the tip.

“Fuck, Rosi. I hope I last.”

“You will because I’m still in charge and there’s no coming until I do again.” This whole dominatrix thing felt good.

I straddled him, sliding my slickness against him before taking him inside me all the way. Rocking back and forth, I slid my palms up his chest. His hands reached into the air on either side of me and stayed there, like it took all his control not to grab me.

“Okay.” I panted. “Do what you want.” Because I was pretty sure doing what he wanted was going to feel really damn good again.

He grasped my hips and began thrusting upward into me, holding me down to take the full impact of each push.

I screamed his name as he filled me over and over again.

“I can’t hold it much longer,” he barked.

“Me first,” I said, knowing I was so close.

He slid a hand down between us and pressed a thumb against my clit, rubbing it in fast, sloppy circles as he continued to thrust.

The sounds I made no longer resembled names or words as the tension inside me exploded into a cascade of spasms of release. Austin grabbed my hips again and thrust up off the ground, knees bent as the orgasm ripped through him. He throbbed inside me as he called my name.

I collapsed onto him and rolled to the side where he held me close. The only sound for a long time was our breathing. Then, propping himself up on one elbow, Austin gazed down at me, drinking in my body in a way that made me flush and squirm.

“You are so beautiful, Rosi,” he said, eyes returning to my lips.

“You’re not half bad yourself, lover boy,” I quipped, but it came out in a whisper.

He dipped his mouth to mine. This time our kiss was slow and languid, making the heat build inside me all over again until I felt starved for his body, starved for release.

Without disconnecting his exploration of my mouth, Austin positioned himself over me, and slid inside. His thrusts were slower this time, agonizingly so, but the passion he put into his every movement drove me closer and closer to the edge of bliss.

My hands were everywhere—his chest, his neck, his biceps which bulged as he held himself above me, and finally his ass as I tried to make him move faster. But instead, he went deep, angling his hips upward and driving into me completely.

I moaned, head tipping back away from his mouth. So he found my neck as he thrust again, building in momentum until he lifted me from the ground with each dive inside.

“Faster,” I begged.

He complied, burying himself in me again and again until we both fell apart all over again.

“Your stamina is worthy of an award,” I said. A sheen of sweat covered my body.

I could feel it when he said, “I’m not done with you yet.”

* * *

When I opened my eyes, I was nestled against him, his arm over my hip, his hand on my ass. He was beautiful when he slept, like all the weight of the world was released from his shoulders. His scruff had grown, and he had a rough, golden beard that framed his square jaw. My hand slid over his heart, feeling the reassuring thump until his eyes fluttered open. He grinned, focusing on me, and it looked like sunlight pouring in an open window.

“Good morning,” he said, voice husky with sleep.

“Morning,” I said, giving him a soft peck on the lips. “It appears we made it through the night without being eaten alive.”