The Private Serials Box Set(22)

"Oh, God," I rasped. "It's so good."

When he was fully seated in me, when I could feel him nudging the  deepest part of me, I sighed and his face found the crook of my neck. I  wrapped my arms around him, his hot breath against my neck. After a  moment, he placed sweet kisses along my shoulder and whispered, "I'm  going to move now."

I didn't have time to respond before he slowly pulled out, so I could  feel every nuance and ridge of him sliding against me. When he was  nearly all the way out, with just the head of him left inside, he moved  swiftly back in, causing my breath to fall away, my legs to pull up  along his hips, and my back to arch all the way off the bed. It was  magnificent.

"Sweet Jesus," he grunted. "Lena, you're perfect."

"Mmmhmm … " was all I could manage as he continued his rhythm of thrusting  in and out. His hands moved all over me, from my thighs to my breasts,  my neck to my wrists. He was everywhere and I was floating on a cloud,  simply chasing all the sensations my body was reacquainting with. It had  been a long time since a man had touched me, but my body had never felt  this way before. I tried to tell myself it was just because it had been  so long since I'd been with a man, but my mind argued it wasn't the  feeling of the hands running over my breasts, it was the man the hands  belonged to that was eliciting this response from me.

At first, he was slow and gentle. I felt as if we were just getting used  to each other, to the way we made each other's bodies feel. But after  we were familiar, he took liberties and I let him. He arranged me how he  wanted me, praising me every time he found something new that pleased  him.

He put one of my ankles over his shoulder and groaned with relief, like  he'd been waiting for that very moment his whole life. He placed both of  my legs over his shoulders, my ankles resting on their breadth, he  couldn't hold back his audible pleasure when he sank into me fully.

"Fuck, I'm so deep. And you're so tight."

Again, all I could do was moan in agreement. He was deep, so deep it  nearly hurt, but it was a good pain, and I knew I'd be so happy to be  sore in the morning if this was how I'd earned it. I felt the tightening  between my legs, throughout my back, arching all the way up to my neck.  I knew I was getting close to orgasm, and I reached between us to urge  myself over the cusp.

"Touch yourself, baby," he said as he watched my hand disappear. "Rub your clit and make yourself come."

As my fingers found my aching clit, my body bucked against the  sensation, my hips jumping up to meet Preston's strokes, and I writhed  that way until I finally broke through, falling madly from the high of  the orgasm. Tingles made their way through my whole body and I shook  with release. My pussy clenched down on his cock, pulsing, gloriously  trying to hang on to him. Preston fucked me all the way through my  climax, cursing through clenched teeth.

"Fucking Christ, Lena. That was the most beautiful goddamned thing I've ever seen."

I couldn't speak, hadn't found my voice yet, so I just thrust my hips up  to him again, not wanting him to stop. I wanted him to find the same  euphoria I had, wanted him to use me to get there. I moved my legs down  to his waist and wrapped my ankles around it, pulling him into me, and  allowing me to meet him thrust for thrust, grinding my hips up to meet  his.

His eyes rolled back in his head and I knew he was feeling my pussy  wrapped around him, even wetter with my climax, warm and damp, gripping  him.

"I want you to come, Preston. Tell me how to get you there," I pleaded  with him. He growled in response, and then moved down over me, his hands  sliding underneath me, gripping my shoulders, pulling me onto him even  harder. I gasped at the new sensation. Then he lost himself in me. He  was moving with purpose now, not just to make us feel good, but to find  that release. I did everything I could to help, even if it was a selfish  ploy. His cock felt magnificent grinding into me, thrusting in and out,  reaching every spot inside which ached for him.

He pistoned in and out at a rapid pace, his breath coming faster and  faster, and then he bit into my shoulder, just hard enough to cause me  to cry out. The speed and angle at which he hit me was just enough to  send me spiraling into another trembling orgasm, and I heard him  grunting and knew he'd found his release as well.

My core pulsed around him, jolt after jolt of pleasure making me clench  around him, all the while feeling him twitch inside me, emptying himself  into me; it was the most erotic and glorious feeling I'd ever  experienced.

Our sweat-sticky bodies clung to one another, our breath coming in rapid  pants, and he melted into me, his muscles going lax, relaxing on top of  me. I took his weight gladly, reveled in it, and loved the feeling of  him surrounding me in every way possible.

Once we'd both settled, he rolled off me, moving to press his front  against me and pulling my back against him. His arm came to rest over  the curve of my waist and he searched for my hand. He found it and  threaded his fingers through mine, linking them. His foot snagged the  comforter from the foot of the bed, which had become a rumpled mess  during our exploits. He kicked it up and I grabbed the edge with my free  hand, pulling it up to our chests, covering us.

"Sleep," he mumbled against my ear right before he kissed me there. I was too tired to respond, so I let myself drift away.





Chapter Three

I was pulled from a very deep sleep by Preston's fingers trailing  through my cleft. At first he was gentle, trying to rouse me from sleep  without startling me. But he grew more insistent in his rubbing and I  woke fully aroused and panting. My hand gripped his wrist instinctively,  my eyes opening to find his as a moan escaped me.

"Good morning, sweetheart," was all he said as my eyes asked a million  questions. Then his thumb found my clit and my eyes closed on a groan,  and all the questions I had floated away. "That's right," he said with a  voice so low and sexy I nearly came just listening to him. "Let me give  you what you need and then I'm going to take what I want."

His words skyrocketed me into orgasm. It was a fast, quick, earth-shattering high, but it felt fucking fantastic.

"Good girl," he said with a sly grin. I tried to reply but was  interrupted by his hands on my hips. He pulled out and then flipped me  onto my stomach. "On your knees, Lena." I would have complied, but found  myself being forced into the position by him, and that, unexpectedly,  sent a shiver of excitement through me. Him handling me, putting me  where he wanted me, demanding things of me, turned me on instantly.         

     



 

His hand was on my back between my shoulder blades and he pressed me gently into the mattress.

"Lena, baby, I want you to hold on to the slats in the headboard for me.  Hold on tight and lock your elbows." His hand caressed my back along my  spine, all the way down to my ass, as I reached forward and did as he  asked. "Last night was fantastic, but today, I'm going to fuck you like  I've imagined since I met you."

I took in a shuddering breath, his words having a physical effect on me. I straightened my arms and locked my elbows.

"Keep your arms straight, baby. I don't want to hurt you."

"Okay," I mumbled, half into the pillow that was fluffed up around my  face. His hand slid back up my spine and curl around my shoulder, his  touch gentle until his grip became firm. Then I cried out, half in  surprise and half in ecstasy, as he slammed into me.

"Fuck," he groaned, paused for the moment so deep in me; I could feel  his scrotum up against the sensitive skin of my lips. "Are you all  right?" His question was quiet and concerned.

"I'm fine," I managed. I wanted to tell him that I was fucking perfect,  or so entirely fantastic with him filling me, but fine was all I could  get out.

He took my ‘fine' as an affirmative and began his onslaught of fucking. I  immediately understood why he wanted my elbows locked, and I savored  all the sensations that came when I used my arms to push my ass into his  thrusts. He pounded away, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me  farther onto him, muttering obscenities that did nothing but turn me on  even more.

"Your pussy was fucking made for me," he said between thrusts. "Your  beautiful cunt belongs to me now," was followed by, "Jesus, you feel so  fucking fantastic on my dick, Lena." He was filthy and dirty and he was  right: my body loved every single second of it and it did belong to him.  I was a goner.

He came in a roar, growling through his release. One hand gripped my  hip, the other curled over my shoulder, pressing himself so entirely  into me, I was gasping.

This time, when he collapsed onto the bed next to me, neither one of us  moved toward the other. I was fighting to catch my breath and he was  doing the same. I couldn't exactly figure out why I was out of  breath-he'd done all the hard work. But taking him like that had been  too exhilarating and I'd lost myself in him.