I Think Your Love Would Be Too Much / Post Malone

Chapter 73

Austin POV

I watched with folded arms as Lena fought to open the bottle of Moscoto she had on the counter for just a few seconds before I decided on giving her a hand. I slowly made my way to where she was standing, towering over her stunning body as she stood infront of me in a tiny wet black bikini. I circled my arms around her, carefully taking the corkscrew out of her small hands.

I pressed against her half naked body, as I leaned over her, unscrewing the cork with ease.

I felt her relax into my embrace, arching her back just barely, but enough for my length to harden even more than it already was.

I placed the cork screw carefully onto the counter, my hands going to each side of her hips as if it were some sort of reflex I didn't even realized I had.

I teasingly pulled on the strings on the sides of her bikini, carefully brushing my lips along her earlobe.

"Why didn't you tell me we had matching tattoos?" I whispered quietly into her ear, my cock now pushed against the softness of her ass.

"You told me not to tell you remember? I didn't wanna ruin the surprise." She purred, obviously fighting to release a moan of satisfaction. "Do you like it?"

"I love it."

"Are you going to kiss me?" I heard her whisper, my jaw clenched with satisfaction at how badly she semmed to want me.

I grabbed ahold of her hips, turning her around to face me. I devoured her with my eyes as I drank up the lustful sight infront of me.

I placed my cold hands onto her ribcage, slowly sliding them upwards her hot skin.

We both watched my actions in silence as my hands slipped into the cups of her small bikini top, filling my hands with her succulent breasts. She finally released a soft moan as I gently squeezed them in my hands, the contrast between the temperature of our skin hardening her plump nipples. I bent down, placing sweet yet wet kisses between her breasts, guiding myself down her stomach. I hesitantly removed my hands from the bikini top, and slid them down once again to her hips.

I crouched down slowly in front of her, pulling her close so I was at level with her pretty little tattoo.

I melted my lips against the small heart, and just barely grazed my tongue over her smooth skin as I felt her grab for a fist full of my hair.

I reluctantly stirred in my sleep, nearly jumping to a waken state, once again in a cold sweat after having yet another hot and heavy dream about my dream girl. I opened one eye, half expecting it to still be dark out and Lena to have snuck back into her room shortly after I had dozed off.

But instead, the bright daylight of the burning sun was streaming its way through my open blinds and my face was buried into the raspberry scented hair of the very woman that was invading my dreams.

My hand had somehow snaked up her shirt and my arm was wrapped tightly around her waist. I felt her stomach gently move in and out as she softly breathed, her small body snuggly fitting against mine and her ass pressed into my hardened morning wood, just as I had imagined it to be in my dream.