Haven Bound

35. Chelsea

35

Chelsea

Austin’s ocean blue eyes fall shut, his breath shuddering from his chest as my fingers trail over his stubble-covered jaw, and I stroke across his bottom lip. “Please, Austin. I need you,” I whisper, worried that words are going to fail me if I try to speak any louder. His lips brush against mine. Not quite a kiss, but the movement has me picking my head up to press my lips gently to his.

He nods and kisses my lips one more time before he pulls back, steadying his body over mine as he reaches down and grasps his cock at the base of his shaft, giving the hard length a few slow strokes. “I need to grab a condom,” he says softly, his voice thick with restraint. The only man I’ve ever been with was Jason, and we never went without one but every fiber of my being is aching to feel every single hard inch of Austin with nothing between us.

I shake my head, sliding my hand from his jaw to the back of his head, pulling his lips close to mine as I murmur, “No, I want to feel you. Just you.”

“You’re sure?” he asks, his body shuddering as though cold air was blown over his skin .

“I don’t want anything between us,” I tell him, trying to keep my voice sure and steady. I don’t want him to mistake any hint of a quiver in my voice as hesitation.

“Fuck, Chelsea. I don’t know if I’ll be able to last, baby.”

He seems just as nervous as I am, and it makes me feel that much more connected to him. “I need to feel you, Austin. I want this with you, the way it should have always been.”

The way it should have always been.

Because I had always hoped that he would be the one I shared my body with for the first time. It was supposed to be him. It should have been him, but dwelling on what we didn’t get to share isn’t important. What is important is that we’re finally here, finally about to take this step together.

I slide a hand down his chest and through the smattering of dark hair beneath his navel, wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft. He watches as I shift his hand out of the way, guiding him to exactly where I want him to be. A deep guttural groan emanates from his chest when the head of his cock notches at my wet entrance. Pulling my hand away, I trail my fingers up his back, his gaze holding mine. He lays a hand beside my head, holding his body above mine as he uses the other hand to guide himself into me.

The feeling of my body stretching around his cock has me gasping, his other hand slamming down onto the bed beside my head, his arms bracketing me as he slowly slides in inch by inch. My hands fly to his back, holding onto him and letting his body anchor mine. It’s too much… Finally having him inside of me, the emotions swirling around in my chest.

“Eyes on me, Sunflower,” he rasps, and I open my eyes to find a storm of arousal within his gaze. I can’t believe this is finally happening. I’ve kept myself from imagining that we could ever have this chance, and now that we do, I don’t ever want it to end.

I want to live in this moment with him forever.

Slowly, I take in a deep breath as he rocks his hips, my entire body relaxing around him. Once he’s completely inside of me, he slips a hand down between us, his fingers finding my clit and circling it as he pulls his hips back so that just the tip of his crown is still inside of me. I whimper at the empty feeling, but it doesn’t last. Austin thrusts his hips forward, his fingers continuing to roll around my clit, the sensation almost too much to handle.

“I need more,” I plead, feeling my cheeks heat in embarrassment. There’s no doubt in my mind that if we had shared this moment all those years ago, Austin would have taken his time to make me feel cherished and make sure I was alright. But we aren’t the same people we were back then, and I don’t want him to take his time. I lean up and bring my lips alongside his ear, fighting back a whimper as he rolls his hips. “You’ve already shown me how you worship my body. Now show me how you can ruin it,” I murmur.

The movement of his hips stops as he pulls back to look at my face, his eyes searching mine. His jaw clenches as he sits back on his heels, his hands on my thighs as his knees shift beneath my ass, lifting my body. The angle causes him to press in even farther. “Fuck, Sunflower, you have no idea what you’re asking for.” His deep blue eyes trail down to where our bodies are connected, and I follow his gaze. Both of us watch the way his cock slides in and out of me with the rolling of his hips .

“I can take it,” I say, and his control snaps.

Austin slides his fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck and clenches it in his fist, tugging as he pulls my head back, his body pressing down into mine until I’m practically bent in half. Our lips crash together in a fierce claim, his tongue slipping in and dominating my mouth before he nips at my lower lip and pulls away. He grabs my legs and guides them over his shoulders, his hands sliding down to my inner thighs and pressing them towards my chest as he braces himself. The new position allows him to push in further and a moan escapes me when I feel the slickness increase between my legs.

“Touch yourself for me, baby. Let me see how you make yourself come,” he says, the words rumbling from his chest in a deep groan as a bead of sweat rolls down his temple from his hairline. I reach a hand down between us, finding my clit and rolling it between two fingers as he continues his punishing thrusts, hitting that spot deep inside of me that has me teetering on the edge of release.

Fighting against the sounds threatening to fall from my lips feels impossible, and a loud moan escapes my lips as his pace quickens. “Get there for me, baby,” he growls. Moving my fingers faster against my clit, I tilt my head back and close my eyes, focusing on the feeling of him inside of me and the intense pleasure coursing through my body.

“Austin,” I whimper in between moans. “I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck,” Austin groans, his movements faltering as he suddenly pulls his hips back, dropping one of my legs from his shoulder as he slides two fingers into me, curling them to press against my g-spot. I writhe beneath him as euphoric bliss overtakes my body. The obscene sound of his fingers pumping in and out of my pussy fills the room as he drops my other leg and wraps a tight fist around his cock. Stroking himself from base to tip, he growls a low drawn-out “Fuuucckkkk!” as he explodes, ropes of cum coating my lower stomach.

Austin remains sitting back on his heels, his blue eyes locked on my body. A small smirk plays at the corner of his lips at seeing the way he has painted me with his cum. Chest heaving, I sit up on my elbows and follow his gaze, smiling at the way he’s marked my body.

After a few moments of our heavy breaths being the only sounds to fill the space, I ask, “Why did you pull out?” The question feels ridiculous on my tongue. I’ve never wanted someone the way that I want him. I’ve never wanted to be claimed or filled before, but I want that from him.

Finally pulling his focus away from the remnants of his release on my skin, his eyes meet mine. “I wasn’t sure how you felt about it. We didn’t talk about birth control before…” he says, his voice shaking and unsure. He climbs from the bed and disappears into the bathroom suite; the sound of the sink running hits my ears, and then he returns with a warm wet washcloth to clean his cum from my skin.

I sit up as he walks away to discard the soiled cloth in the bathroom, swinging my legs over the side of the mattress. He comes back to the room in his boxer briefs, holding my clothes in his hands. He kneels to the ground in front of me and takes his time sliding my teal lace panties up my legs, stopping when they reach my knees. He taps my thigh and softly tells me to stand up, my hands finding his shoulders for balance as he guides the lace up to sit snugly on my curves. I’ve never had someone help me get dressed like this before. Even if it’s just my panties, the gesture was oddly sweet and romantic.

“You didn’t have to. I’ve been on the pill for years,” I say, nervously biting at the inside of my bottom lip, watching him rise from his knees.

His hands fall to my waist, fingers digging into my skin as he tugs my body against his. “Are you saying that next time I can fill that sweet pussy of yours?” His words have my cheeks heating as I nod, tilting my head back slightly to meet his gaze.

“If you want there to be a next time,” I mutter. I don’t think my heart could handle the rejection if it turns out that this was a one-time thing for him.

“Chelsea,” he says softly, raising a hand to grasp my chin between his fingers, his thumb stroking across my bottom lip. “You don’t get it, do you? You’re it for me, baby.” He leans in and kisses me gently, sealing something between us in this moment.

Austin Anders is the only man I’ve ever loved, the only man I’ve ever imagined a future with. I finally have a chance, a real chance with him, and I will do anything to prove to him I’ll always belong right by his side.