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Austen gets so loud when she comes. I love the raw and wild way she groans. Austen can seem too self-composed at times. I think people find her cold. When she speaks or smiles, Austen radiates endless warmth. Yet, when she’s stuck in her head, she gives off a chilly vibe.
However, deep inside her is a wild woman waiting to break free. I saw it when she was riding. Not at first. Like tonight in my room, she seemed overly aware of her every movement.
Once she relaxed, Austen dropped all her fears and took charge in a way I didn’t think she had in her.
Her orgasm leaves her wobbly. I hold her up as she catches her breath. Suddenly, she wiggles free of my grip and turns to look at me.
I feel like Austen’s seeing me with new eyes. I’m not sure how I stack up right now. The room’s too dim to break down her expression.
“I want to make you feel good,” she says and glances down at my dick. “I should have done research on oral sex or watched porn. But I didn’t, so I don’t know what to do.”
“I want to be in charge.”
“No.” Austen smiles as she steps back and glances at my bed. “I worry you’ll only make me feel good if you’re in charge.”
“Once my dick claims your pussy, we’re both going to feel great.”
Austen licks her lips and glances at my bed again. “I want to be better.”
I erase the space between us and draw her gaze to me. “Don’t think. You get in your own way when you plot. Just let me be in charge for tonight.”
Staring up at me, Austen smiles in a gorgeous yet intimidating way. This woman trusts me completely. I could take everything from her right now. Just tug up her nightgown and fuck her every which way until we were both exhausted.
Except I’m very aware of how easily Austen’s moods can shift. She wants to be wild like when riding the horse. Of course, a horse didn’t attack her. That was a man. Austen might think I’m perfect right now. Despite how much I’ve pushed her over the last week, she has endless patience with how I demand more and more. However, Austen has a breaking point.
“I can’t think straight,” I say as we stand next to my king-sized bed. My fingers explore her face before sinking into her thick hair. “I need to get off.”
“I can give you a blowjob,” she says, reaching for my dick as her confidence promises too much.
“We’re building a relationship,” I reply and brush her hair from her shoulders. “We need to be equals.”
“Huh?” she mumbles while her gaze remains locked on my cock peeking out from my boxers.
I lift her chin, so she’ll focus on me. Once she sees my face, her expression goes soft and loving. I know this woman will give me anything I want. Her love will provide what I’ve been missing all my life.
That’s why I veto the blowjob idea.
“I used my hands to get you off. You can do the same for me. It’ll be that way with oral, too. The first time we fuck, I’ll be on top and in control. The second time, you can ride me like I’m one of your horses.”
Though Austen smiles at my words, I feel her craving more than just sex. She wants to connect with me. Her longing mixes with mine until I can’t think straight.
Shoving down my boxers, I wrap her soft fingers around my erect dick. Austen’s lips pop open with surprise, yet she doesn’t let go. Her hands hold my dick with a tenderness I appreciate but won’t get the job done.
I cover her lips with mine while guiding her hand against my cock. I’m already ready to pop. The soft curve of her palm stroking me feels incredible.
Austen seems startled when I come. She really doesn’t get sex. I’m going love teaching her how to make us feel good.
AUSTEN
My senses are overloaded as we move to the bed. I’m intoxicated by the room’s rich scents of patchouli and sandalwood. Everything about Walla Walla radiates masculine power, something I normally fear. However, this man rips away my hangups and leaves me a moaning mess under his body.
I’m quickly on my back. Walla Walla nuzzles my breasts through my nightgown. As his lips pluck at my nipples, he buries his fingers inside me. First one and then another, whipping up a wet heat for his impressive cock.
I feel crazed and unleashed. Yet, beneath my lust, I hear a little voice warning me to stay covered up. That part of me sounds so scared. Before I can become distracted and try to comfort the fearful voice, I focus on Walla Walla and claim what I need.
I recall how the same little voice was also terrified when I went riding today. A part of me will always be afraid and never heal.
Tonight, I refuse to allow the voice to steal my dream. When Walla Walla lifts my nightgown and leaves wet kisses across my belly, I stroke his head and let myself feel him. The world falls away until my body hums with pleasure.
