Haven Bound

33. Austin

33

Austin

My hands are on Chelsea’s hips and pinning her against the wall as soon as the door closes behind us. She gave me the go-ahead with that little snarky comment of hers. I don’t plan on spending another minute without my hands all over her body, worshiping her the way that she deserves.

With one hand on her waist, I reach up with the other to grasp the side of her face. My fingers tangle in her long hair as I gaze down at her pouty pink mouth, watching her pull her bottom lip between her teeth. I lean down to brush my lips along hers, and her tongue swipes at the seam of them. I smile before kissing her, loving that she’s just as eager to have me as I am to have her. My hips grind forward into hers, letting her feel the effect she has on my body as I deepen the kiss and swallow the moan that escapes her lips.

Our panting breaths fill the quiet space when we break apart, chests heaving as we stand pressed together, eyes locked on one another.

Chelsea’s hands land on my chest. She pushes against me, encouraging me to step back and allow her to move away from the wall. I watch her kick off her shoes and step around me, shifting her hips as she saunters towards the bathroom. She glances over her shoulder at me before she disappears around the corner. I give myself a moment to catch my breath, silently telling my dick to calm the fuck down before this ends far too soon.

Following her, I round the corner to find her standing there barefoot, reaching into the shower to turn the water on. Her eyes flick nervously up to catch my gaze, her fingers tracing the hem of her shirt. I step toward her, grasping her hands in my own to stop her.

I’ve waited so long to see every inch of her perfect body exposed to me, and I want to be the one that strips her bare. “Let me,” I rasp, waiting a moment to give her a chance to change her mind. She bites at the inside corner of her lip and nods, raising her arms over her head as I slowly guide the black shirt off her supple curves.

My breath catches in my throat as I take in her perfect breasts. They’re confined in a teal lace bra. I’ve never been more jealous of a piece of fucking material before. The curves of her body are absolutely perfect.

I need to see more of her. All of her.

Chelsea holds my gaze as she reaches around her back, unclasping her bra and letting it fall from her shoulders. I don’t fight the groan that rips from my chest when her pale breasts and contrasting rosy peaked nipples are revealed. Freckles coat her shoulders, some scattered across her chest and down her soft belly, and I’m aching to trace their path with my tongue.

“Take your shirt off,” she murmurs, and I quickly oblige. Reaching behind my head, I grab the back of my shirt and tug it off over my head, tossing it to the floor. Chelsea’s gaze flits to the mirror behind me. I look over my shoulder to see reflected in the glass the large tattoo that spans across my upper back, shoulders, and down the length of my biceps .

She closes the remaining distance between us and splays her hands over my chest, her fingers running through the dusting of dark hair. I’ve always been confident with my body, but something about the way Chelsea’s gaze is traveling over my torso, her fingers tracing over each and every scar, leaves me feeling oddly vulnerable. Her fingertips follow the trail of dark hair that begins just beneath my navel and disappears under the waistband of my jeans, my cock swelling at her nearness.

We stand in silence as the bathroom fills with steam, our lips parted in slow deep breaths as we take each other in. Her hands grab at the button of my jeans. Popping it open, she holds my gaze and ever so slowly lowers the zipper, a groan ripping from my chest when her fingers brush over my hard length through the fabric of my boxer briefs. I take over and pull my jeans the rest of the way off, adding them to the growing pile of clothing on the tile floor.

As eager as I am to feel her soft naked body against mine right here and now, this feels like such a pivotal moment between us. I don’t want to miss a single thing by moving too fast.

My hands move to Chelsea’s thick hips, my fingers digging into her skin as I savor the feel of her beneath my fingertips. Trailing slowly to the button of her jeans, I mimic her actions and pop the button open, lowering the zipper and then pushing them over her hips and to the floor. She steps out, and I’m finally blessed with this nearly naked goddess of a woman standing before me. A pair of teal lace panties is the only thing keeping her body from being completely exposed to me.

With my hands resting on her hips, I curl my fingers beneath the lace and sink to my knees, ever so slowly guiding the delicate material down the shapely curves of her hips and thighs. Tossing the lace over my shoulder, my gaze is entirely locked on the thin patch of copper curls sitting just above where I so desperately want to be. I’ve never been the type of man that cares whether or not a woman shaves her pussy bare, but discovering that Chelsea doesn’t might just be my new favorite thing. Stealing a glance up at her, I notice her cheeks and chest are covered in a beautiful shade of red, her lips parted as she watches me.

I drag my hands over the dips and curves of her body as I stand, my cock throbbing and harder than it’s ever been. She doesn’t hesitate to slip her fingers beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs, tugging them down and pushing them to the floor. I step out of them and kick them to the side, reaching down to fist the base of my length.

Her eyes flit down to my straining cock, and she whimpers, her cheeks taking on an even darker shade of red as her tongue slides across her lower lip. Her gaze follows the movement of my fist as I stroke up to the crown. She turns her back to me, giving me an amazing view of her round ass as she steps into the shower and under the stream of hot water. I realize I’ve been staring—I’m trying to memorize every single dimple and stretch mark that paints her beautiful body—when my name falls from her lips. I lift my eyes to hers to find her standing soaking wet beneath the spray of water.

Stepping into the large shower to join her, I close the glass door behind me, and then I’m guiding her body back against the wall. My hands glide through her now wet hair as the hot water cascades down on us, rivulets trailing down over her mouth-watering curves. My lips crash into hers, and I lick at the seam of her lips. She opens for me, and we both groan as I massage my tongue against hers, holding on to her waist with one hand .

Her hand wraps around my shaft, and I break from the kiss, a gasp ripping from my chest. My forehead rests against hers as she strokes me in a slow corkscrew motion that has me cursing and groaning and pressing into her grip.

“Fuck, Sunflower, I don’t want to be inside of you for the first time in the shower, but I’m not going to be able to hold back if you keep touching me like that,” I growl, grasping one of her breasts in the palm of my hand and stroking my thumb over her rosy peaked nipple. “I can’t wait any longer, baby. I need to touch you.”

She moans as I slip my other hand between her thick thighs, my middle finger trailing through her wet slit and finding her clit swollen and waiting for my touch. I tease my finger around the swollen bud, causing her hips to buck forward against my hand, her grip on my cock tightening.

“Give me just one, baby. Then I’m going to get you cleaned up and take you to our bed so that I can worship this amazing body of yours,” I tell her, swirling my finger around her clit and sliding down farther to ease two fingers into her pussy.

She whimpers my name, her hips rolling against the palm of my hand as I curl my fingers inside of her, pressing my palm firmly against her clit. She pulls her hand away from my cock. I’m desperate to have her hands back on my body, but I’m thankful for the reprieve, my impending release fading with the loss of contact. I wasn’t going to last another minute with her touching me, and the only place I intend on coming tonight is either on her or inside of her.

“Austin, please. ”

Her moans and the sound of my name falling from her lips have pre-cum pooling at the tip of my cock. My fingers thrust in and out of her tight heat, curling when I press in all the way to my knuckles. Her pussy is clenching around my fingers, and I moan, imagining what it will feel like to have that slick pulsing heat wrapped around my cock.

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me,” I tell her, pressing my lips to the sensitive area of skin just beneath her ear, nipping and sucking as her body begins to tremble. She whimpers and begs for my touch as I pull my hand away, sliding my fingers from her tight entrance up to her clit, rubbing and flicking over it with two fingers. She steadies herself with her hands on my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my skin, scratching and clawing at me as her body shudders with release.

I welcome the bite of pain from her nails, nearly allowing my own release to take hold from the idea of her marks coating my skin. I hold her body against mine as she trembles from the aftershocks of her orgasm. I wait until she catches her breath and then guide her beneath the hot spray of water. Reaching for her bottle of shampoo, I squirt some into the palm of my hand and begin combing my fingers over her scalp and through the long strands of her hair. She moans softly, and my cock from the euphoric sound, silently begging me to say fuck it and bend her over right here and now.

As much as I love the idea of having Chelsea bent over for me, I want to take my time with her. When I finish rinsing her hair, I repeat the process with her conditioner, loving this simple act of intimacy that I’ve never shared with anyone else. While the conditioner sits in her hair, she turns her body to face mine and reaches for the shampoo. I quirk an eyebrow at her. She smiles, squeezing a small amount of shampoo into one palm.

She closes the slight distance between us and runs her hands through my hair, her fingernails scraping over my scalp as she works the soap into a lather. I close my eyes and revel in the fact that Chelsea isn’t much shorter than me, making it easy for her to wash my hair.

Fuck.

It feels incredible to be on the receiving end of this. It’s a luxury I never thought I’d have with her. I can feel her hands on my shoulders as she encourages me to spin around and step back into the spray of water, rinsing the soap out of my hair. Her arms wrap around my waist, her chest pressing against my back as her hands glide over my skin, settling over my heart as she hugs me. I place a hand over hers and take a moment to soak up the feeling of adoration. The feeling of her .

We rinse everything off, and once we’re both cleaned up, I step out of the shower first to grab one of the plush white towels, quickly patting down my skin before I grab a fresh towel for Chelsea, wrapping it around her body as she steps out of the shower. Needing to touch her in damn near any capacity, I take my time drying off her skin and squeezing the excess water from her hair.

Taking her hand in mine, I guide her through the bedroom to the bed that awaits us. As we reach the foot of it, I turn to face her, my eyes trailing over every stunning inch of her voluptuous body. With my fingers beneath her chin, I tilt her face to mine and ask, “Do you still want this?”