Letting Go Of Your Crumbling Restraint

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Austin speaks between long, drugging kisses that consume my senses, he cups one cheek in a strong, warm hand and meets my gaze with a searing look. He kisses me again, growling low in the back of his throat. My hands find their way into his thick, dark hair as he catches my bottom lip in his teeth, nibbling and licking at it until I think I might perish from the intensity of the feeling. I whimper at the sensation, and he rewards the sound by deepening the kiss, giving me everything I desire.

Taking Austin's hand, I slide it up my thigh, slipping his fingers under the seams of my dress, his other hand gripping tight onto my waist. My hand is moving up his leg, my fingers gently grazing his hard length. His body is trembling as he moves his hand further under my skirt. I am becoming a wet mess, my body aching for him to be between my legs