A Match Made In Texas (18 page)

When he scooped her up in his arms, she let out a little screech. He took her mouth in a fevered kiss and carried her to the bed. As he gently laid her on the mattress, Theresa promised herself that no matter what lay ahead, she would have no regrets about this night with Austin.

CHAPTER TEN

Austin followed Theresa down on the bed, stretching his body next to hers. He gathered her in his arms, his hands sliding down the length of her body, his mouth making sweet love to hers.

After a moment, Theresa pulled back. "You're still dressed," she said, her voice husky and breathless. Anticipation and need churned in her body. She felt more vulnerable than she'd ever felt in her entire life. And she wasn't even naked yet.

Slowly grinning, Austin rose from the bed. "I can take care of that." With eyes locked on hers, he unfastened the rest of the shirt buttons and shrugged it off his shoulders. Stooping down, he removed his boots and socks, tossing them aside. He straightened and unbuckled his belt, flipping the button of his slacks loose and easing the zipper down.

Theresa blinked. The rasp of the zipper sounded loud to her sensitive ears. The pants parted, revealing a long hard bulge straining against the white cotton of his briefs. A strange heaviness settled low in her tummy and her breasts ached.

Austin peeled the slacks and underwear down his legs in one swift motion. Looking down at the woman lying there, desire flooded his body. He reminded himself to take it slow and easy as he lay down beside her again. Her green eyes opened wide and her breath caught in her throat when he pulled her to him. He rubbed his arousal against that tantalizing scrap of lace covering her mound.

Taking her mouth in a savage kiss, he swallowed the low moan escaping from her lips. He tangled his fingers in her silky hair, angling her head for better access. His tongue invited hers to play the primal dance of love. Plunging deep inside, then retreating, only to plunge deeper still. Her response--tentative at first, then eagerly following his lead--was all he could wish for.

Austin's hand roamed downward over the satin-smooth skin. Tracing the bra strap on her shoulder, he boldly cupped one rounded breast and gently kneaded. Theresa's head fell back and he kissed her neck, sucking and gently nipping with his lips. He pulled away a little, bracing himself on his elbow, resting his chin on one palm. Slowly, he brushed a finger across the top of the bra, watching Theresa's response. Her green eyes dilated with yearning as she transferred her gaze to his hand on her breast. He stroked the lace back and forth, trailing his finger deep into the valley between her breasts. Softly raking his nails across the bra cups. Theresa's breath rasped in her throat, her body shuddered with need.

With a quick deft movement, Austin unsnapped the front clasp of the bra. Holding his breath, he watched the black satin divide; slowly inch apart to reveal more of her beautiful breasts. The lace caught on the nipples, teasing his imagination. His arousal flexed in response.

With lingering deliberation, he rubbed his finger over one exposed aureole, drawing across the base of the nipple, easing the lace completely away. Taking the swollen nipple between his thumb and index finger, he lightly rolled the pink bud until it hardened even more.

Theresa arched her back, thrusting upward, offering herself to him. Austin supported her shoulders with his hand as he bent to take her in his mouth. Laving the nipple with his tongue, he blew on it, then flicked it lightly before suckling deeply.

A low moan erupted from deep inside of Theresa as she writhed in his arms. New and wondrous sensations engulfed her being as his hot mouth worked its magic. All of her mind and body focused on the sensual attack. She felt a hollow emptiness down below, begging to be filled. Her other breast ached for his touch.

"Please," she groaned, turning toward him.

Austin smiled as he hovered over the neglected breast. His hot breath scorched the sensitized nipple. Theresa twisted upward. Still, he hesitated, licking the soft skin around the aureole, spreading kisses down the sides, then trailing his tongue back up, stopping short of the nipple.

Theresa moaned again and begged him to ease her misery. She almost screamed when he finally touched the nipple with the tip of his tongue. Again he hesitated, hovered. Just when she thought she would die from the exquisite torture, he sucked hard, drawing the nipple into his hot mouth, laving his tongue around and around the turgid bud.

Austin slid his hand slowly down Theresa's body and cupped her between her thighs. She bucked and panted as he rubbed the mound with soft sure strokes.

Suddenly, he was on his knees. He lifted her shoulders and ripped the bra away. He let her fall gently back against the pillows and covered her with his body, taking her mouth in hot passion as he pushed against her, rubbing her provocatively, suggestively, intimately.

Theresa, all inhibitions forgotten, wrapped her legs around Austin's waist and strained upward--seeking, searching to fill the emptiness and ache at her core.

"That's it. That's good," he whispered, his breath hot on the delicate shell of her ear. He pushed her deeper into the mattress. He was hard and ready. But he didn't want to end it yet. He wanted to see her reach her climax before he took her for his own.

Breathing deeply, striving for control, Austin trailed kisses down Theresa's flat belly, stopping to plunge his tongue in her navel before inching toward that tantalizing wisp of lace teasing his desire. He kissed the satin triangle, reveling in the dampness and musky scent that told him she was ready for his entry.
But not yet.
He wanted her writhing and begging beneath him. Wild in her release before he plunged deep inside her. Theresa raised her head from the pillow and watched as Austin pulled at the panties with his teeth, tracing the low line of elastic with his lips, kissing the inside of her thighs. With the flat of his tongue, he stroked the silky fabric covering her sensitive flesh. He kissed her mound before slowly peeling the panties down the length of her legs.

Kneeling between her thighs, he rubbed the scrap of satin across the dark triangle of hair, skimming the lace over her smooth tummy, brushing the silk across both nipples, before finally flinging the panties aside. Austin bent over Theresa, his eyes locked on hers. He ran his fingers up her legs and thighs, the skin supple and firm beneath his touch. Gently, he cupped her again, pushing his palm against her hot woman's flesh, nearly coming undone when Theresa reached for him and stroked him with trembling fingers.

"Easy, babe," he said, his voice guttural with need. "Let's don't rush this." Clamping his fingers over her questing hand, he raised her arms above her head as he lowered himself, teasing her with the tip of his shaft. The sight of their bodies so close together, nearly joined, made sweat break out on his forehead. Austin took Theresa's mouth in a brutal kiss, rubbing his body intimately against hers. Tottering on the edge of release, it took a supreme effort to pull back and lift himself away.

With ragged breath, he stroked his fingers downward, caressing her body. Theresa's breath was ragged, too. Her eyes heavy with desire.

On his knees again, Austin stroked the hot silky flesh between her legs, slipping a finger deep inside. She was damp and moist and ready. He pulled the delicate folds of skin apart, exposing the most sensitive flesh of all. With a feather-soft motion, he touched her with the tip of one finger. Bending down, he dipped his tongue to taste her sweetness, feeling her inner muscles contract around his finger.

Theresa nearly bucked off the bed. She grabbed the sheets with tight fists, opening her legs wider, lifting her bottom higher, closer to Austin's hot mouth. Never in her life had she experienced such exquisite pleasure.

Austin teased the hot flesh, licking the folds of skin around it, his finger probing her depths. She was hot and tight and wet. "Let go, babe. Let it go," he said.

With soft quick laps of his tongue, he set a sensual rhythm, pushing deeper with his finger as he teased her closer to the edge. After a minute or two, he stopped, his mouth hovering, his breath hot against her skin.

Theresa bucked again, thrashing her head back and forth against the pillows. "Now, Austin," she gasped. "Please!"

Hesitating a mere fraction of a second, he slowly caressed her with soft, light strokes, stopping for a moment before beginning the slow teasing rhythm again.

Theresa's whole body tensed. She felt like she was perched on a ledge overlooking a deep dark chasm. Waiting. Anticipating. Once before, she had reached the heights. Every fiber of her being wanted to reach it again. Her muscles strained and tightened even more. All her senses centered on Austin's mouth and that tiny core of pleasure.

"Please, Austin," she begged. Sweat broke out all over her body and she thought she might split down the middle from holding her body so taut. She was on the verge of release . . . ecstasy tantalizingly close, just beyond reach.

Austin teased her, taunted her flesh, his own body responding to her every moan and gasp. He increased the pressure, moving the rhythm up a notch.

Theresa's world exploded around her in a shattering blaze of passion. Her entire body throbbed and trembled as she groaned Austin's name. He continued caressing her swollen flesh, plunging his finger deeper in time to her inner contractions.

Theresa floated on the sensations carrying her to another time and place. Her body seemed to disengage from her soul. Sensual feelings swirled in every nerve ending. After several exquisite heartbeats, her pulsing body slowed down, coming to rest, leaving her limp and replete. But not complete. There was still that achy emptiness only Austin could fill.

"I need you inside of me," she said, raising up, clutching at his shoulders, trying to pull him down on top of her.

Austin pushed her into the mattress and smiled, his eyes heavy with desire. "Let me get the protection." He started to climb out of bed. He had a condom in his slacks.

Theresa grabbed his wrist. "Don't leave me," she cried. "I bought a box. In that drawer." She pointed to the nightstand.

Austin smiled again. "You thought of everything to make tonight perfect, didn't you?"

Theresa nodded. She watched as he tore open the square packet and slip the latex on. He was so big and male. For a moment, she doubted the intricacies of the process, but decided to leave it in Austin's capable hands.

He braced himself over Theresa, nudging against the entrance of her hot moist center. He wanted to plunge deep inside, but knew it would all be over too soon, so he took his time, leaning down to kiss her sweet lips. Urging the woman in his arms back to the edge of desire and yearning.

Theresa wiggled impatiently. She needed Austin to fill that emptiness more than she needed her next breath. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him down. "I want you inside of me. Now, Austin. Please." She writhed beneath him, trying to get closer, to make them one.

Austin hovered over her, watching the emotions rippling across her face. He rubbed against her heat, taunting himself, taunting her, drawing out the sweet agony. He felt her strain against him, her legs forcing him closer, deeper.

Suddenly, he couldn't hold back another second. He drove his length into her, penetrating her hot flesh. She was tight and when she moaned in pain, he pulled back and looked down at her. She was biting her lip, her forehead creased in a frown, and her eyes closed tightly.

"Theresa?" he asked hoarsely, a terrible thought intruding on his sensually numbed brain.

"It's all right," she said, opening her eyes wide. "Don't stop or I'll die." She hugged him close and pulled his mouth down on hers. She lifted her bottom, then pulled away, only to lift against him again. Her age-old actions milked him, drawing him deep inside, teasing him to madness.

He banished his doubts and began moving slowly over her body, finding a rhythm, taking and giving pleasure. Plunging, withdrawing. He slipped his arm under her shoulders, pulling her body closer to his. He hooked his other arm under her knee, bringing her leg higher. He buried himself deeper, pumping harder.

Austin angled his body, maneuvering so he could suckle one of Theresa's breasts. She arched her back, holding his head close. The musty smell of sex hung in the air, shrouding them as they tangled with the sheets.

His breath coming in labored gasps, he rested his head on the pillow beside Theresa, his body pumping up and down, impaling himself to the hilt. Release was only a heartbeat away. He felt Theresa kiss his neck, then suck the sensitive skin next to his collarbone. Her fingernails dug into his back and she met every thrust, lifting against him. When she bit into his flesh, he was lost.

His whole body tightened, he clenched his buttocks, strained every muscle. One last stroke, one final plunge and he buried himself inside her, exploding in passion. He hugged Theresa close, taking her with him over the edge and into paradise.

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Theresa had never felt so relaxed. So complete. She wanted this moment to last forever. She welcomed Austin's weight on top of her. He was still inside her, a pleasant sensation of being fulfilled. She could hear his steady breathing in her ear. She thought he must be dozing. Had it been as wonderful for him as it had been for her? She was afraid to move. Afraid of interrupting this special time. Afraid of what was to come. Would the ghost of the past intrude upon them? How would Austin react? He was a complicated and sensitive man. She loved him so much, it hurt.