It might seem as though a dress delivered to your front door was a different and alternative way to be invited to something, but for you this happened every time Austin had an event. As I pulled the floor length dress out of the prim box topped with a bright pink wrapping bow, deep crimson sparkled with the sun peeking gold into my window. There was an eggshell white card I noticed at the bottom. It read 'When I come home there's an expected fashion show with this. I saw this while looking for a new blazer to match my suit and thought you'd like it as much as I would on you. Be home soon and love you lots, Austin,'. I couldn't help but smile as I read the letter. This is the fourth dress that'd arrived randomly this week. Austin had an upcoming red carpet to attend and wanted me to come. I hung the dress up flat against our closet rack to get a better look, and I nearly couldn't hold my jaw together. It was gorgeous. The decolletage and corset portion was plastered in jewels with a slit going down from the top of the skirt. I thought nothing could compare to the last one he'd randomly sent, but this was indescribably perfect for the shape of my body. As anyone would, I started to think about myself in the dress walking down the soft, red fabric that covered the hollywood boulevard stones. I needed to try this on. Now. I pulled down the zipper and placed my right foot in the opening, followed by my left foot. As I slipped my left arm into the strap and began to slide my right, I felt the most familiar touch pull up the thick chiffon strap over my shoulder. I noticed the fingers slide up my arm, but the strong vanilla tobacco mixed scent filled my nose before I could become startled. I turned around to face the mirror-filled wall of our walk in his-and-hers closet and glanced at myself swiftly, but couldn't keep the focus. The stature of the tall, broad, and familiar individual behind me is all I could focus on. "This is it," Austin stated while wrapping his arm across my waist, bending over to kiss the side of my lips. 'I didn't think you could out-do yourself with the black one but this is perfect," I didn't know if I wanted to look at myself or him. "No, the dress is just an accessory. Your body makes things shine and stand out like I've never seen before. You're perfect,". His hand slides up and down my abdomen as he moves his lips over my jaw and down my neck. "I needed this all day," He whispers in my ear. I would never admit it, vocally, but I did too. He's been so busy with everything: the movie, press, and stress in general. We both missed each other. We missed the scent, the feel, and aggression in the way we express ourselves in bed. We matched up like silk on bed sheets. Like black on velvet. Everything between us has always been intertwined. Linked. My thoughts began to jumble as I give in to his touch, knees locking. Finally, he flips my anterior to face him. My back can still feel the pressure left from the bulge coming from his groin. Oxygen is starting to lack in my lungs as we don't dare unlock the connection of our lips. Austin unzips my dress from the front, as it falls off effortlessly from my shoulders. He takes a second, pressing his forehead against mine, looking down. Eventually after catching our breath, the bed is calling our names. Austin backs me up to the edge and pushes me down, sliding his fingers over my torso. As I slide up, he stops me and positions himself above me, taking his shirt off and unbuckling his belt. He bent his arms and came in to kiss me. I felt the end of the belt tickle my side and swiftly move off from him tugging it out of the loops, throwing it off the bed without a second thought. His pants hanging open, ready to be taken off. I place my hands on the waistband of his thick black jeans, hinting for him to take them off. "It's all about you," he murmurs through his aggressive kisses. I can feel him taking me in, fully. He wants me, all of me at one time. The room is filled with warmth. Maybe it's just me. He's touching everything he can on his way to my panties, gripping my breasts with force, my back arches from the pressure and he sits his head at the end of my lower stomach, trying to calm himself down. He pulls my legs up and sits his face in between my thighs, squeezing my hips as he fully divulges himself in me. Squeezing harder when I fail to stay still. He knows what he's doing, and likes it. He wants me to take it and feel it all. He sticks 2 fingers inside me and looks up, smiling, knowing he's driving me crazy, and places a kiss right on my most sensitive and flushed spot. My body jerks and he continues pushing his hand back and forth. "It's all for you. I love you," he says against me. He continuously whispers little things into me, and knows the vibrations of his deep voice affect me like no other. His tongue and lips work on me as he keeps talking to me. "You are everything. I need you. I need you all over me all the time, you're all that matters. I need you. I love you," he continuously showers me in affirmations. It's only us in this moment. He picks up his speed and leans his head back, creating distance between me and his mouth. He's breathing hard and biting his lips. "I want to hear you, all of you," he lets out. I continue letting out small moans, thinking I'm fulfilling his wishes, but he places his mouth on me again, and the other hand, spreading me out completely, quickening speed again.I can't hold back my large outburst. He smiles and kisses my thighs. I feel myself pulsing quickly, and so do his fingers. He pulls his fingers out of me and places a kiss on my center again, smiling. He gets up, standing at the edge of the bed staring at me completely vulnerable and spread for him. He enjoys this more than anything. He loves that I place every cent of my trust in him. He pulls his pants down, revealing his navy blue Calvin Klein briefs and large, muscular thighs. His eyes don't break contact from my center until he pulls his boxers down, getting on top of me. I can feel him on the inside of my thigh, following the way his body moves. He grasps himself and rubs against me throbbing, swollen sensitive hub. My body reacts quickly and I gasp. He can't help but smile and continue. We're riding each other out with the least bit of contact. I'm desperate. Moving myself up and down I see him give in to what I need from him. He places his wet, engorged tip to my entrance. His eyes are locked on my face as he grasps my jaw and sticks a sloppy kiss on my lips. As he enters me he kisses me and whispers 'I love you'. My subsided moaning starts again, magnified. His hips press into mine. I can tell he's trying his best to compose his aggression. I want it. I place my hand on the side of his face. "Don't hold back" I manage to say in between heavy moans. He slows a bit, recoiling before he takes my hands and shoves them above my head. They harshly hit the pillows at the head of the bed and he pulls his hips back and forth, slamming into me. At this point I can feel him twitching inside me. His heavy breaths turn into gasps and groans. And his hips become weak and sloppy. He tries his best to keep himself held in, but I'm at my edge too. He circles his thumb around my center and his grip around my wrists tighten, as well as everything else. "Come on baby, together," He yells. Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god, I love you. The walls close in and my head is foggy. My belly is in knots, unraveling, as is his. "Austin oh my god. Please, please,please,". We've reached our peak together, something Austin always tries to reach for us when in bed. Everything is intensified when we're together. He slowly pulls out, knowing I'm sensitive and tired. Austin lays next to me, placing his hand on the middle of my stomach, kissing me in random places around my face. The kisses are small and swift. Filled with love.
