Haven Bound

34. Austin

34

Austin

“I want you.”

Three small words whimpered from her lips are all it takes for my restraint to crumble, pulling her mouth to mine. I’ll never get tired of kissing Chelsea, of the sounds she makes when I massage my tongue against hers or when I bite her bottom lip.

With my hands on her hips, I guide her backward until her legs brush against the mattress. Holding my gaze, she sits on the edge of the bed and slowly scoots her body to the center, her thighs pressing together to hide what I’m dying to see. I’ve only had Chelsea spread out beneath me once, and I’ve been craving another taste of her every moment since. Especially now that her walls have started to come down and I’m finally blessed with every inch of her body bared to me.

“Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see you,” I rasp, my voice coming out deeper than I had intended. Propped up on her elbows, she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, that beautiful blush coating her cheeks and chest as I watch her legs fall apart. I take my time trailing my eyes from her mouth, over her breasts, down her soft belly, through the thin patch of copper curls, and finally to her perfect pussy, glistening with her arousal .

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say softly, crawling onto the bed. I slowly begin kissing her ankles, up her calves, and along her inner thighs before lowering my face between her legs. Chelsea lifts her hips toward me, and I groan at how eager she is to have my mouth on her. Spreading her open with my fingers, I lean in and finally get another taste of what I’ve been craving.

I spent years wondering what Chelsea would look like, feel like, taste like… but none of the ways that I imagined even come close to how exquisite she truly is. Every single thing about her has my cock straining against the bed, the pressure doing absolutely nothing to relieve the desperate ache.

The first swipe of my tongue along her slit has her taste erupting on my tongue, smooth and tangy and so deliciously mine. She gasps, and suddenly, her hands are in my hair, gripping it as best as she can and guiding me exactly where she wants me, where she needs me.

The scrape of her fingernails against my scalp pulls another groan from my chest. I swirl my tongue around her swollen clit, flicking and teasing it as she presses her pussy to my mouth. “Please, Austin…” she whimpers.

I pull my mouth away and lick my lips, circling her clit with two fingers as I lift my gaze to hers. “Please what, baby?” I need her to use her words, to tell me exactly what it is that she needs from me.

She groans, removing one of her hands from my hair and grasping the sheet as she whispers, “I need you.” A soft blush creeps up her chest and paints her cheeks as she meets my gaze .

I lean in and give her clit a gentle flick with my tongue before I say, “You’re going to get me, baby. But you’re going to come on my tongue first.”

Returning to my mission of sending her into bliss, I take her clit into my mouth and suck, sliding my hand down to her pussy to trail two fingers along her wet slit, I tease at her entrance before gently sliding them into her.

Eager to have her cunt pulsing around my fingers, I alternate between sucking, nipping, and flicking her clit with my tongue while thrusting my fingers in and out of her slick heat. Pushing all the way in to the knuckle, I curl my fingers in a "come hither" motion, massaging that sweet spot that has her legs trembling as she moans and writhes beneath me.

I feel like a damn teenager that’s about to explode from his first taste of pussy with the way she’s thrashing beneath me. I have to slide my free hand under my body to grip the head of my cock, squeezing in an attempt to hold off my own release. At this rate, I’m going to fucking come the second I get inside of her.

“Come for me, Chelsea,” I groan. Her orgasm hits with my words, my name falling from her lips on a long drawn-out moan as her body spasms, hips grinding against my mouth as her heady flavor explodes on my tongue. I continue to lap at her clit as she comes, pulling my fingers gently from her cunt.

Her chest is heaving in quick breaths when I crawl over her, positioning myself between her thighs. I’m desperate to feel her lips on mine after the way her body erupted for me. Using my forearms to keep my body suspended above hers, I lean down and lick her bottom lip before crashing my mouth to hers. Her tongue swipes out against mine, tasting herself on me.

“You taste so fucking good, Sunflower. I could live happily between these thick thighs of yours, but I’m desperate to feel you, baby.” I brush her hair away from her face and hold my body over her, my cock pulsing against her wet pussy.

“Make love to me,” she whispers, and my heart swells at her request. I fell in love with Chelsea Gilmore when I was twenty years old. Now, after seven years, I’m finally going to claim her as mine.