"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.