Teach Me To Live (Teach Me - Book One) (16 page)

His gaze on my face was intense and heated. It stirred something inside of my body that I hadn’t even been aware existed until he’d come into my life. A desire so pure and demanding, it was more than I could fight. I wasn’t entirely sure how far I wanted this night to go, but I did know that I wanted to feel him. I wanted to explore his kiss and feel his body, all of it, against my own.

“Madison,” he croaked. His voice was filled with so much desire, my own recognized it, and accepted it. “Just making out—we won’t,”

I halted his words by covering his mouth with my own. My hands on his shoulders pulled him down to me, right where I needed him. We were chest to chest. I could feel the heat from his naked chest seeping through the thin fabric of my tank top into my own skin. My body reacted instantly. I felt a wetness pooling between my legs as my breasts tightened, growing heavy, and my nipples growing hard.

Austin explored my mouth with his tongue, kissing me softly before resuming with the same fierceness that made me feel claimed. Our lips crashed and danced. Our breaths fused as our every kiss grew deeper and deeper until I felt as though we’d become one, by simply kissing.

I felt his knee shift, pushing my legs open for his body and I spread them without a second thought, knowing instinctively that this was what I needed, what was right.

I felt the length of him settle between my legs and despite the fabric that separated us I felt his searing heat.

I gasped sharply as he shifted, the hard heavy weight of him against my most intimate of places, shocking, and entrancing me. My body exploded with sensation as he swallowed my sound, kissing down the length of my neck, down my chest. I felt him suck gently at the swell of my breast. I instantly wanted him to pull my shirt down—to take my nipple into his mouth, but he didn’t.

Not knowing what to say, I moaned his name. “Austin,”

His breathing was heavy as he slowly began to kiss his way back up the length of my body until his mouth was claiming mine again. I felt him rock against me and I moaned into his mouth, tightening my legs around him, savoring the feel of him against me. My desire for him was so thick, so strong and demanding, a low ache had settled in my core. I knew without doubt that he was the only one who could sate this need.

I wanted him to. I wanted him to ease the pressure he’d built. “Please,” I pleaded into his mouth.

Lifting his head, he asked gruffly. “Want me to stop?”

I shook my head. “Not even close.”

His jaw ticked and his eyes deepened, looking almost black in the light of the moon. “Baby,”

“I don’t know what I want,” I shook my head, feeling uncertain now that he was sounding so hesitant.

“I know what you need.” He lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me softly. He seemed to be struggling. “Just don’t know what you’re ready for.”

“What do I need?” I asked breathlessly.

“Me,” he kissed me again. “You need to come.”

The fire that ripped through me was so intense, I instantly felt as though I was burning up from the inside out. Words evaded me, and all I could do was stare up into his face, feeling his body against mine as he slowly rocked against me, keeping my need for him at a high simmer.

When I didn’t speak, he asked again. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I replied honestly, quietly.

“Do you want me to make you come?”

“What?” I gasped, shocked speechless and still turned on by his question.

He rocked his hips against me again, lowering his lips to the flesh of my throat. “Do you want me to make you come?”

My heart raced and my stomach fluttered. “Can you—do that without—sex?”

I felt his lips pull into a smile against my skin. “Yeah.”

I didn’t say anything and he lifted his lips to mine. After a hungry kiss, he asked, “Do you want me to make you come, Madison?”

I felt his length press against my intimate place again and I moaned, closing my eyes as I whispered. “Yes.”

“Open your eyes,” he commanded in a low tone and my eyes fluttered open. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“I want to do this—more than anything,” his eyes searched mine. “But I want you to know that you can tell me to stop anytime. If there is anything I do that you’re uncomfortable with, I need to know.”

I nodded. “I’ve never been uncomfortable with you, Austin.”

Slowly, he covered my lips with his. He kissed me until I felt as though I just might lose my mind. My body had climbed to a point of painful high as he worked my mouth with his own, claiming my every sound as though they were the water to quench his thirst. When I was certain I couldn’t take another moment, I felt his lips move from my own to my chin, down my neck, to the hollow of my throat. Arching my back to give him access, he sucked at my collarbone and I sighed heavily into the breathy silence. His hands were moving over my stomach, his thumbs brushing against the heavy underside of my aching breasts. I wanted to cry out for a billion things. I just didn’t know which to voice first. My thoughts were frayed by the fiery sensations pulsing through my body.

Slowly, he rose up on one hand as he fingered the strap of my tank top. His blue eyes were questioning as they stared into mine and I nodded. My stomach flipped as he slowly lowered the strap of my tank top before moving to the other, slipping it from my shoulder. He pulled them down until my arms were free of the straps. With one last questioning gaze, and one last nod, he tugged my breasts free from my tank top.

His eyes dropped from where they’d been fastened on mine, to my breasts, and he sighed breathily. “You’re so beautiful.”

I blushed, loving his words and the feel of his eyes on my skin. When he lowered his mouth to my breasts, I felt as though I were about to burst with an ache so fierce, I wanted to cry out. His lips whispered across the swollen flesh, around my throbbing nipple, before he finally pressed a kiss to the swollen bud. When his tongue slipped from between his lips to flick the tip, I did moan, unable to restrain my cry a moment longer.

The sound of my pleasured moan was all the inspiration he needed to take me deep into his mouth, covering my breast with the wet warmth of his tongue. He palmed my other breast, kneading it gently as he sucked at me almost roughly. An aching so fierce, so deep and untouched throbbed between my legs. I wanted to squeeze them closed, but Austin was settled between them, his lower stomach warm over me.

“Austin,” I gasped his name. “I can’t—please help me.”

“How?” He moved to my other breast and a whole new flood of need rushed through my veins.

I shook my head. “You said you could . . .” I trailed off, not quite sure how to proceed.

“Make you come?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Ask me, baby,” he pleaded roughly. “Ask me to make you come.”

“Please, Austin,” I sighed on a strangled plea. “Make me come.”

“Fuck me,” his whispered words were hoarse and so quiet, I almost didn’t catch them.

Slowly, he moved his hand lower until he was toying with the band of my girl boxer shorts. My stomach dipped and fluttered at the rough feel of his mechanic fingertips against the delicate untouched skin, and I pulled in a shaking breath.

Once again, his eyes looked to mine for permission to continue, and once again, through the beating drum in my ears, I whispered. “Yes, Austin.”

Shifting so he was half on top of me, one leg cast over mine, he lowered his hand slowly into my shorts. I watched his face as he moved his hand lower, his fingertips running over the crease of my lips, before pushing inside at the apex.

His eyes were hooded and his voice was so low and husky. “You’re so wet.”

I blushed. “I,”

“Fucking amazing.” He moved his finger just around the apex, letting my sensitive flesh grow accustomed to his touch before he moved lower. I gasped, flinching as his fingertip found my clit, circling it slowly at first, before switching to a faster rhythm.

My entire body was writhing as he built me up before moving his hand lower. I felt his fingers against the opening and I gasped, tensing. “Austin,” I breathed his name, suddenly feeling nervous.

He shifted, hovering above me. “I won’t hurt you.” He promised, kissing me slowly as he circled the very intimate place I’d kept to myself for nineteen years. Then, as he deepened the kiss, I felt his finger push inside. His movement was so slow and so—pleasurable. The fire that had pulsed inside of me had nothing on the volcano I felt bubbling as he stroked deep and deliberate as his thumb pressed against my very sensitive clit.

“So warm, wet, and tight,” he groaned against my lips. “So perfect.”

I closed my eyes, breathing deeply, and savoring every second that passed us by. I bit my lip between my teeth to keep my moans locked inside, but could do nothing to restrain my uneven breathing.

His invasion was sweet. The pain of his first entrance had come and gone quickly. My body liked him here, inside me.

“Are you okay?” He whispered. “You’re so tight.”

I nodded, gasping, “Yes.”

A fire lit his eyes as he lowered his lips once again to mine. And then I felt his hand shift. His finger picked up a rhythm that was much quicker than it had been only a moment before as his thumb continued to stroke and circle my clit, tossing me straight from the pan into the fire.

I couldn’t contain my moan as he hooked his finger, finding that sweet spot so easily inside of me, as though he’d spent the entirety of his life exploring my body, knowing it, learning it.

The sensation of him there was an ache so sweetly intense, a high so brilliantly blinding, a pressure so deeply consuming, my mind was cleared of everything else. In this moment, as Austin built me up, a pleasure I couldn’t have fathomed I was capable of, exploded.

I was really warm. My entire body was so warm it was almost moist, and the blankets were heavy.

Then I remembered. Flashes of the previous nights pleasure, excitement, and release filled my mind. I remembered Austin. I remembered his lips and I remembered his hands. I remembered falling asleep in his arms.

For the first time in my life, I had spent an entire night in the arms of a man.

For the first time in my life, I had spent an entire night in the arms of a man I
loved.

There was no doubt within my soul that I loved Austin. Over the last weeks, I’d learned so much about him. I’d learned to love his unabashed craving for life in its entirety. The flutter that occurred in my heart only increased with every beautiful flash of his smile. The sound of his deep voice was a sound that I wanted to be the lead, and the background noise, to my existence. And I swear, over the last two weeks, the hypnotic blue of his eyes only tightened their captive chains around my soul.

I don’t really know how it happened or when it happened. But Austin had woven himself throughout my very entity to the point to which I knew he would always live there. No matter what transpired between us, I knew there would always be a part of me that unfalteringly belonged to him.

It was this knowledge, as sweet as it might be, that terrified me.

I was irrefutably in love with a man I knew my parent’s wouldn’t approve of. I was so deeply in love with him, the idea of spending even a moment without him was frightening. The idea of continuing my forever without him was unthinkable.

What if my parent’s never found support of my relationship with him? What if I lost them?

As horrible a daughter as I’ve been to them in the last few weeks, I loved them. I wanted to make them proud of me. I wanted them to love me, and feel hopeful for me, when they thought of my future. My parent’s—well, they’re my Mom and Dad. Their opinion mattered to me in spite of the many ways I tried to tell myself that it didn’t.

The familiar, but lately dormant feeling of anxiety, began to gnaw at my nerves. The poison spread fast. So much faster than usual. The need to sit up in bed, and quite possibly run like the crazy that I am from Austin’s room, tormented me.

Slipping out from under him, I moved quickly to the side of the bed. As my feet hit the floor, I felt nausea bubble in my low belly as my heart began a painfully fast beating.