Austin's breath comes in ragged gasps as he holds you close, his arms trembling with the effort to keep you upright. "Fuck," he whispers, looking down at your flushed face and sweat-dampened skin. His hips twitch restlessly against yours, wanting more, needing it. He glances around the room, searching for inspiration, and finally grins wickedly.
Without warning, he flips you over onto all fours on the bed, your ass in the air.