Chapter 2: Climax
Austin's fingers hooked into the waistband of Lyra's panties, tugging them down her legs with a roughness that spoke volumes about his pent-up desire. She gasped, her hips lifting to aid him, her eyes locked onto his. There was no hesitation, no fear in her gaze, only a burning hunger that matched his own.
"Fuck, Lyra," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're so goddamn beautiful." His eyes raked over her body, taking in every inch of exposed flesh, committing it to memory.
He could see her pussy, glistening and ready, and it took every ounce of self-control he had not to dive in headfirst. Instead, he took his time, running his hands up her thighs, feeling the softness of her skin, the way it pebbled under his touch. He paused at the juncture of her thighs, his thumbs brushing against her lips, spreading her open.
Lyra whimpered, her hips bucking slightly. "Austin," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please."
He smirked, loving the way she begged for him.
"Please what, Lyra?" he taunted, knowing damn well what she wanted. He leaned in, his breath hot on her pussy, and blew gently. She shivered, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her.
"Please... lick me," she moaned, her voice desperate. "I need you to lick my pussy, Austin."
His cock throbbed at her words, leaking pre-cum into his boxers. Fuck, he loved it when she talked dirty. He didn't make her wait any longer.