Love At First Sight / Post Malone

Chapter 32

Austin POV

Her eyes were so full of life, so bright yet simultaneously holding the most beautiful shade of darkness behind them. They reeled me in the longer I stared, allowing me to get lost in their deepness as I shamelessly held my gaze.

The milk chocolate of her irises were as wide as ever with intrigue, as she sat impatiently for me to let her in on my suggestion. She fidgeted with her fingers, and chewed the inside of her cheek, nervous habits of hers I picked up on whenever she was waiting on something.

I dipped my hands underneath the back of her thighs, pulling her between my legs to sit halfway in my lap. I heard her gasp a small but sexy "oh" as I moved her, our bodies now relentlessly close.

I pressed a hot kiss into the crook of her neck, the fresh scent of her perfume faint but still lingering along her perfect smooth skin. I wanted to stay like this for a long time, hide away from my chaotic life and the rest of the world if it meant being in her embrace. I felt safe with her. I felt safe for the first time in a long time. I cupped her cheek with my hand, studying every perfect detail, every particular feature, every stunning trait that contributed to her beauty. Her long eyelashes created a shadow underneath her eyes as she blinked while her plump pink lips remained swollen from me devouring her mouth with my own.

"You're so fucking beautiful." I exhaled, a pout now at those pretty lips of hers, unimpressed with my praises.

"Don't change the subject, Hollywood. Tell me about this idea of yours." She insisted, her attitude assertive as she half-heartedly scolded me. I couldn't help but chuckle at how she spoke to me, as she couldn't possibly have a mean bone in that beautiful body of hers.

"Well my first idea is that I should help you eat, sweetheart." I said quietly, her hopeful expression quickly transforming back into an adorable scowl before my eyes. Her glossy pink lips pouted and she let out a little huff underneath her breath.

"Austin, I can eat on my own. I don't need help. I can't rely on you for everything. I was eating just fine by myself." She tried to convince me, her want for independence causing her to squirm with frustration on my lap. Her sexy yet unintentional movements only made all the blood to rush down to my cock, causing it to now ache with desire beneath her.

Down boy

"Sweetheart, I know you want to do things on your own. I want you to do things on your own too. But- there's vodka sauce all over the coffee table." I said softly, holding back the smirk in my voice as Juliana exhaled, leaning her forehead against the base of my throat.

"No way, you're kidding me."

"I wish I was. I mean it's everywhere, Jules." I tried to hold back my snicker as I glanced over the the splattered reddish pink sauce contrasting against the white coffee table.

She expelled a lengthy groan, a small laugh shortly following as we chuckled at her clumsy mess together.

"You gonna let me help you now?" She picked her head up to face me, which allowed me to graze my lips slightly against hers. Her squirming subtly intensified as she moved her hips, summoning my cock to further stretch the fabric of my sweatpants. I knew she felt it, but that didn't stop her. She kept moving devilishly, the soft cheeks of her ass giving me no mercy.

She nodded slowly, causing me to pick up her fork, carefully guiding it to her.

"Open your mouth."

She parted her lips, allowing me to place it inside, taking the small bite and chewing slowly as I took the fork away. I placed it down against her plate, as I noticed a bit of sauce at the corner of her mouth. I raised my hand to her face, my middle finger slowly wiping it away. She grabbed ahold of my wrist, holding it in place just before she stuck my finger in her mouth, sucking it clean. Her wicked actions were painstaking slow, ensuring she licked every last drop.