Subject to change!
That night Mar has a party at
her house, celebrating… I’m not sure what. After a few bottles of Tequila are
drowned I find myself outside of the house and my mind is wondering. Before I
can make myself leave I realize where I am… only too late. I notice that I am
standing in front of Austin’s back door banging on the door when the door is
snatched open.
“What do you want?” he glares at
me.
“You’re moving?” I ask him, it’s
clear in my drunken voice that I am sad.
“Yes, but that’s not any of your
business anymore.” He says using my own words against me.
“Why?”
“Because I can, Soph.” he stops
cutting his eyes at me as they soften.
“Is it because of me, because you
know I’m moving out of Mar’s house?” I say with a weighted heart. Apparently
this night I am extremely nice.
“Where are you moving to?” he
asks me, curious.
“In with Paige,” I press my lips
into a hard line.
“I’m moving to New York.” I
gasp.
“Why?” I want to cry.
“Because my dad wants a firm
there and he is sending me to oversee it.” I lunge at him smashing my lips to
his and he gasps, “Soph, you’re drunk.” But I don’t let him stop, I press them
harder into him, pulling my body in to his, and he finally gives in as he wraps
his muscular arms around my small frame.
With one motion he picks me up
and places my ass on the counter in the kitchen and presses his body into mine,
he knows as well as I do that this will be something that will never happen again,
only this time each of us can enjoy it and remember it just the way that it is
meant to be.
I watch his face as he kisses
down my neck and then picks me back up carrying me up the stairs to his room. I
feel my back push into the mattress and his bodyweight over me and he lips
trail my body one last time.
“Austin, wait. This-,” I trail
off not wanting to say the last words.
“I know, it ends here, tonight.”
He says right before he pulls at
my dress.
“Let’s make this last all
night.” He smiles at me and I have to laugh at his Tom Petty reference.
He slows his pace as he looks up
to my eyes. “Sophie, what happened here?” he asks as I look down to my arms.
“That’s what happened in
Boston.” And his eyes fall as he lets his mouth linger over the handprints on
my arms and he kisses them. He brings his face back up to my eyes as he kisses
me again and lets his hands dip in under my the hem of my dress and slides his
hand between my thighs. I can’t help but moan when he rubs the pad of his thumb
against me. He smiles as I turn him onto his back and push him against the bed
knelling above him. I slide the sweatpants down to his ankles and take him into
my hand as I being to gentle massage him, he moans out as he pulls my head up
to meet his face. He tugs at my dress until it is lying on the floor next to
the bed. I pull my face away from his and let my head fall, positioning myself
just right to take him into my mouth. He gasps and I feel him grab a hold of
the sheets. I figure if this is going to be the last night, I will give him
something amazing to remember me by. I run my tongue up his length and I am
lifted up and put underneath him.
“Did you not like it?” I ask him
for some reason ashamed of what I was doing, that I was doing it poorly.
“Oh, god no, baby. But if this
is the last time I want to remember being able to make love to you.” he tells
me as he reaches around my back and unclips my bra. Trailing kisses down my
chest until he takes it in his mouth and flicks the nipple with his tongue. He
slides his hand down underneath my panties and begin to rub me once more; I
can’t help myself as I wrap my hands around him and begin to rub.
“Oh, Soph, I can’t take that.
I’m trying to make this good for you and if you keep doing that I won’t be able
to last.” He says as he pulls away and then reaches down nearly ripping off my
panties. He positions himself between my knees as he leans over me and kisses
my mouth once, twice, three times until we are making out again and I feel him
slide into me. I open my eyes looking up to him as he is looking back down to
me. As much as I don’t want to I love this man.
He doesn’t rush it, but he takes
his time, and his rhythm is slow as he moves in and out with each motion making
sure I am enjoying myself as much as he is. I feel my insides beginning to grow
and I can see that he can tell as he leans over into my ear and whispers, “Oh,
Soph,” he says over and over again as we lock eyes once again, but this time I
cannot break the contact. I cannot look away; I can see the love that he holds
for me. I know that he can see the amount of love that I hold for him. His eyes
grow wider as I know that he is getting ready to climax and I fell let myself
release around him and it’s all that he needs for the finish. When we finish he
doesn’t move and I know that I don’t want him to. We just stare into one
another’s eyes for far too long.
“Austin,” I say not being able
to control my mouth.
“Don’t Soph, I know.” He says and
in his eyes I know that he knows I was going to tell him that I love him, and
he couldn’t hear it. He finally slides off of me as he gets up and walks to the
bathroom. I stand as I walk towards the door that faces the beach and look out
onto the spectacular full moon that is shining onto the water. I feel his hands on my arms as I turn around
to look at him. I’m not nearly as drunk as the first time that I kissed him
when I got here. “Come lay down with me?” he asks me. “I just want one more
night with you in my arms.” There is no way I would ever be able to pass that
up.
