#@austiebuttbutt

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Warning: There is fluff, more fluff, and some smut followed by some tooth-rotting

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New York part four

Chapter 7

The light of the morning was peeking through the hotel curtains. Austin was still sleeping. It was a whirlwind last night. You had, had two glasses of champagne. You know Austin had a glass, but you didn't know if he drank it.  

Getting out of bed, you walk as quietly as you can to the bathroom.  Do you close the bathroom door?  You are just peeing.  He's seen every inch of you.  You decide to close the door so as not to wake him.  The bathroom was charming, elegant, and quaint.  The walls, the sink, and the toilet were white.  The sink had a black vanity.  It is all tied to the gold and white speckled black marble flooring. There was a painting with all the bathroom colors and some blue and grey above the towel rack.  This bathroom had a huge shower.  You and Austin have taken a few together in there.  There is a substantial tub with a black and white vase full of white and sky-blue flowers.  

After finishing, you flush and wash your hands. You stop to listen. It didn't seem like he was awake.  Again, you quietly make your way to the kitchen part of the room, closing the bedroom door behind you.  In the fully stocked kitchen, you rummage for coffee pods to put in the Keruig.  After finding a cup and the pod you wanted, you made coffee.  Taking your cup, you sat at the dining table and opened your laptop.  You took a sip and checked your emails.  You had four emails from your editor and one from the author.  You checked the author’s one first.

The Email:

Dear Ms. Y/LN,

The Cover of the book is fabulous. Thomas has given me the green light to start the second book. Here’s hoping for a best seller. Thank you for your hard work.

Yours Truly,

AN/LN

You felt such joy, and this made you smile. Then, not knowing Austin had been staring at you for a few minutes, he starts, “Good Morning, Beautiful.”  Jumping at his deep husky voice. “Austin Butler, you scared me,” you reply, holding your hand to your heart. “What were you smiling about?” he questioned with a quizzical smile. You were looking him up and down. He was wearing a bathrobe. You knew he had nothing on under it.  He sees your eyes.  "Do you like what you see?" His smile darkens.  Your face erupts with red.  Your body melts into a euphoric puddle when he smiles at you.  You look into his eyes, "It depends on whatcha got under there," you purr.  Parting his lips, he answered, "Come back to bed, and I'll show you."  Austin had told you he liked morning sex better than any.  It started his day off right.

He leaned against the doorway, waiting for you to get up. You slowly got up, showing no underwear. He squinted his eyes and licked his lips.  “I need you now, Y/N,” he demanded.  Your mouth twitches into a grin, and you bite your lower lip.  He clenches his jaw as he takes a step toward you.  You are wearing his t-shirt that he was wearing last night.  To him, you looked incredibly sexy in it.  He took another step forward.  You are now entirely standing.  He is close enough to you that you can feel his breath.  You look down, and his now standing-at-attention manhood is peeking through his robe.  He takes another step looking down at you, and you must step back.  He puts one arm around your waist to keep you from falling.  You hit the table as he puts his other hand on the table.  His eyes darken to a grey color.  His eyes blaze with passion as he lifts you.  He gently puts you on the table.  Moving his face closer toward you, he presses his lips to yours.  Slowly forcing your lips apart, he thrust his tongue inward.  Touching and swirling around each other's tongues, he places his thumb on your clit.  Gently rotating it around.  You gasp at the sensation.  You want to lie down, but his other arm is around you.  Arching your back, he leans with you.  He lifts your shirt and suckles your breast.  He slowly inserts two fingers into your mama's cavern. He is pushing them in briskly, going faster and faster.   Your hips are moving more quickly.  Breathing becomes faster, and Austin won't let you come up for air.   A sound escapes your mouth, Austin still thrashing your tongue, laughs.  He can feel how close you are.  He knows.  You need air.  Coming up for air, you feel all your muscles tighten just before you let go.  Feeling your orgasm, Austin doesn't hesitate, and he pushes his manhood into you.  He makes an animalistic gurgle noise.  You moan and hum as he enters. You are still finishing.   He no longer kisses you. His face is leaning against your shoulder, and his mouth nibbles on it.  You have your hands on his butt, pushing him.  Having wrapped your legs around his, you can feel every inch.  He pounds harder, faster, and deeper.  Groaning from his stomach, he tilts his head back to release his hot liquid. You were squeezing him from the inside. He lets out a small whimper.  He needed that.  Standing there, the two of you lock eyes.  For what seemed like forever, he just stared at you.  Feeling your face flush, “What?” you ask.  

Whispering, “Nothing, I just can’t believe you are mine.”  “Austin, I was going to tell you something.”  “Can it wait? I have a full day planned for us.”  “Yeah, It can wait.”

A few hours later, you and Austin are going to Liberty Island.  You have never been, and Austin thought it might be fun for you two to go.  He brought his camera just in case.  You were on the ferry leaning against the railing.  Austin was behind you, holding the rail in front of you.  Your hair was flying in the wind.  Because of his height, he was towering over you like a mountain towers over the valley.  You felt safe.  "Hey, let me take some pictures." He offered.  "What do I have to do?" You questioned.  "Nothing, just stand there like you are." He answered.  You looked out into the harbor.  Austin starts taking your picture from different angles.  He was serious about photography.  "Look to the side, that's good," he directed.  "I am getting some serious awesome shots."  "Now look over your shoulder to me, yeah, just like that.  My goddess, you look gorgeous.  I can't wait to develop these."  He stood up and gently kissed your cheek.  "Did you just call me a goddess?" You teased. "Yes, you are my goddess," he said, matter of factly. 

Austin made sure your day was complete.  Liberty Island, Ellis Island, Top of the rock (you were so scared, but Austin being there made you feel better), he took pictures of you at Times Square, at lunch, he took you to his favorite sushi restaurant, you went to Central Park, walked around holding hands and finally had dinner at Mulino.  He paid for everything.  You tried to pay once, but he got a little upset.  He kissed your forehead to let you know that it was ok.

Austin was not done spoiling you.  He knew Christmas was your favorite holiday, and since you were here at his request, he took you to see the Christmas tree at Rockefeller center.