I felt his head shake against me. "No. Never met the right person."
"Never even came close?" I pried.
"I had a few long-term relationships, and one really serious girlfriend, but none of them ever made me feel like I needed to cement our relationship, you know? I never felt like I couldn't live without them." I felt his tongue dart out and flip against my earlobe; my body shuddered in response.
"Oh," I managed. "That's too bad," I said, only because I was looking for words to fill the silence.
"Actually," he said as he brought his lips to the skin just below my ear. "It's fucking fantastic. If I'd married any of them, I wouldn't be here with a sexy-as-sin woman between my legs."
And just like that my breath was gone from my body. My veins zipped with electricity, and I was wet. His hands slowly slid across my chest and grazed over my nipples, which were taut points, stretching to meet his touch, aching to feel his hands on them. As he palmed my breasts, my hands fell to his thighs and I gripped him tightly, arching my back and pressing further into his hands.
I moaned and my eyes closed as his fingers teased me through my nightgown and bra.
"This might end up being my favorite piece of clothing you own," he said softly.
"Preston," I begged, writhing against him. He'd ignited something hot and electric in me and it was burning me from the inside out. "Please … "
Without warning, his ankles hooked around each of my legs, splaying them open, spreading me wide on his couch. Then his hands grabbed my wrists and pulled them up to wrap around the back of his neck.
"Lace your fingers together behind my neck, Lena."
I did as he asked me to, my chest moving up and down with my labored breaths.
"Now, don't move your hands from my neck. If you do, I'll find a way to bind you, baby, and I'd rather spend my time pleasing you than punishing you." His ankles moved even farther apart, spreading me even wider. His hands brushed down my body, starting at my wrists, smoothing down my arms and grazing over my breasts. Then he pressed the palms of his hands on my sides and spread them over my hips, squeezing me gently, his fingers digging into my skin.
He gripped my nightgown and pulled it up, urging me to lift my hips so he could get it all the way up and over my breasts. He didn't try to pull it over my head, but he did use it to cover my eyes, shrouding me in darkness. I shivered when I pictured what I must have looked like: splayed out on his couch, head covered, legs spread, breaths coming quickly.
I couldn't see anything, so my eyes closed and I tried to listen for cues as to what he would do next.
I felt his touch start right between my breasts. One hand slid down the center of my body, in the valley between my breasts and continued down to my bellybutton. My breath hitched as he played with the hem of my panties, his finger just ducking under the elastic and tickling the skin there.
"Do you want me to touch you, sweetheart?"
"Yes," I panted immediately, wanting his hands on me, in me, desperately.
His hand moved lower into my panties, just over the neat patch of hair on my mound. "Here?" he asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice. I shook my head back and forth quickly. He moved his hand down just a little more, still not close enough and I groaned in frustration. "Here?"
"No."
"Where, love?"
My heart stopped at his words. Stopped, then soared, and then thundered again. "Lower," I moaned.
"Show me," he whispered against my neck.
I bent at the waist, raising my hips up to meet his hand, guiding his finger to the right place – the place that ached for him. My hands behind his neck gave me the leverage I needed to move in just the right way, so that his finger slid right over my cleft and I sighed in relief. "There," I said, sounding terribly turned on and needy.
"Ah, I see," he said as he sunk his finger into me. I cried out, the invasion so beautiful and intense. His one finger came out of me and slid up to circle my clit and I came off the couch, back arching, fingers digging into the back of his neck. "Fuck, Lena. You're on fire."
"Help me," I cried, needing more from him.
"Always."
With that, he pressed two fingers back into me, pumping in and out, aggressively finding a rhythm that had me panting, squirming, and moaning, all while silently begging him to both make me come and never stop touching me all at the same time.
While his one hand plunged fingers in and out of me, his other hand freed a breast from my bra and began pulling and tugging on my nipple. The two sensations combined sent me into a dizzying tailspin, and I was lost in it all.
His thumb found my clit and he made slow, lazy circles around it, never touching it, just teasing it. My hips, again, searched for the friction my body so fiercely desired, grinding up against his hand, hoping to catch the right angle to send me over the edge. I felt him chuckle, which only made me more determined, throwing more vigor into my efforts.
Without any warning, he pulled out of me and took his hand from my breast, leaving me cold and frustrated. I groaned my displeasure, but still couldn't see anything to determine what was going on.
His hands came to mine and pull them over his head. My nightgown came up over my head and he pulled it up my arms and off my body. I left my eyes closed, not wanting to break the spell between us. I wanted him to be in control, wanted him to take charge. I wanted to trust him and give him everything. His ankles released my legs and he scooted away from me, leaving me for just a moment sitting on his couch with my hands in the air, feeling a little like an idiot.
When he came back to me, he pressed his hand against the skin between my shoulder blades and gently pushed me forward.
"On your knees, Lena," he rasped at me. My heart thundered in my chest as I maneuvered myself to my knees. My legs trembled with anticipation and apprehension, and before I knew what was happening his hands were on my hips, pulling me backward. Then his other hand was on my shoulder, pushing me down until my hands found the couch on either side of his thighs. I felt his fingers pull my panties to the side and then I felt his warm tongue glide over my opening.
I gasped, unable to keep my surprise quiet, but soon started mewling as his tongue found every spot inside me that begged for his attention. He kissed my pussy as if he'd waited to do it his whole life, ate me as if he'd been starved, and I cried out every time his tongue flicked my clit. I moaned and mewled as I rocked up against his mouth, wanting nothing more than to find that high he'd brought me to before. I felt precariously close to the edge and silently begged him to push me over, to find that spot that I knew would send me flying.
On one particularly sensitive pass of his tongue, I cried out and opened my eyes, unable to keep them closed through the jolt of pleasure, and I found myself looking directly at his erection tenting his jeans. Without thinking, I pulled open the button and undid the zipper, reaching into his briefs and pulling out his hot and hard cock.
Even though I still found myself on the edge of what would surely be a glorious orgasm, I couldn't resist the urge to put him in my mouth. I leaned down and slowly licked the head of his cock, relishing in the purely masculine smell of him and the salty taste of the pre-cum that waited for me. I placed the tip in my mouth and then took him all in, sucking him back as far as I could. I felt his leg tense underneath my hand and I felt him groan against my clit, the vibration of his voice adding another sexy dimension to our tryst.
I slid my mouth up and down, trying as much as I could to take him deeply and then swirl my tongue around his head, listening to him moan and using that to gauge what he liked most.
We devoured each other, neither one of us stopping for anything except staggered breaths and guttural moans. He found one particular rhythm, fingers crooked against the front wall of my sex, tongue flicking quickly over my clit, and the combination sent me rocketing into an intense and shattering orgasm. I came hard and fast, still recovering from the electric waves coursing through my body when I felt him slide out from under me, kneel behind me, and thrust inside.
I gasped, still sensitive from the orgasm I hadn't fully recovered from, and he cursed, all manner of four-letter words falling from his mouth.
"Fuck me, Lena. Shit. I love your pussy. Damn." Each word toppled from his mouth, was grunted out with gasping breaths.
I couldn't respond with more than a groan, still reeling from my climax, but I reached back to squeeze his thigh, hoping that relayed my mirrored appreciation. This wasn't flowery. It wasn't the sweet lovemaking we'd already had; this was rough, primal, and entirely base. It was dirty. It was hot.
Even though he caught me off guard, I still felt myself falling into the role, needing to participate. I started by gently moving my hips back to meet his thrusts, trying to match his rhythm. When my ass connected with his hips, we both cried out. My fingers dug into the arm of the couch, both from the bliss spiraling through me and trying to find purchase on something to keep me upright while I used my body to help Preston find his climax. I used the couch to push myself back onto him again, this time crying out from the new depths he reached inside of me.