"I'm sorry."
I pressed my fingers against his lips, effectively stopping any more words he tried to speak. "I know, and it's over. No more apologies." I ran my index finger along the length of his full bottom lip, then I moved down and took it into my mouth.
The heat was back and it came through me like wildfire. The sweet kisses from moments ago, and even the mournful ones we'd just shared, all gave way to the raging heat coursing through me in that moment. The kiss erupted and so did my self-control. I found myself gripping him, wrapping my legs around his waist tighter, trying to bring myself closer.
Even though the horizon was orange and pink with the sunset, the sky just overhead had turned purple with clouds. Suddenly, we were in a downpour with rain falling from the sky, washing away everything from the last two months. All the anger, the sadness, the heartbreak; it all was rinsed away by the warm rain.
"Please let me take you home," Preston rasped against my lips. I knew what he was asking, knew he didn't just want to drive me to the apartment. My heart sped up at the thought of being with him again, letting him see me vulnerable again. But then I remembered what it was like to give myself to him.
When I was with Preston, when I gave him control over my body and let him have his way with me, it was the best form of escape. I didn't have to think about anything when I was with him, and I definitely never worried about a thing. It would be nice to disappear for a while, only concerned with Preston and what he was doing to my body.
He gently bit my lower lip, tugging on it, pulling it through his teeth. Shivers exploded all over my body, shooting directly to my core, heating me instantly.
"Yes," I breathed, bringing his mouth back to mine, tasting the rain water running down his face. "Please." He kissed me thoroughly, but then I was picked up and plopped down on the ground next to the bike, a little dizzy from the kiss and the movement. He pulled his leather jacket off and wrapped it around me.
"Put this on, sweetheart." My heart soared at his words. I slipped my arms through his jacket as he climbed on the bike, pulling the helmet over his head. I mounted the bike behind him and did the same. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on tight.
He navigated the winding roads back down the mountain, the rain pelting us for nearly half the time it took to get home. The rain was warm – something a native Oregonian had to get used to over time – but the wetness combined with the air whipping past us made every part of me cold.
By the time we arrived back at the apartment, I was shivering and my teeth were chattering. He parked the bike and took me by the hand to his door, opening it, and ushering me straight to the bathroom.
He reached into the shower and turned the faucet on, then turned back to me and immediately started taking off my layers of soaked clothes. I was too incapacitated by the cold to argue or stop him, but I wondered why he wasn't freezing as well. He'd given me his coat and his tee shirt was soaked through, clinging to every contour of his chest. I found myself just staring at how each muscle moved, each one rippled in acquiescence as he moved about the bathroom, shedding me of my clothes.
By the time he had me in my bra and panties, I regained a little use of my brain and started to pull up on his shirt, trying to help him get warm too.
His shirt peeled off his skin with a slurping noise and then made a wet plop as it hit the floor, water droplets splattering all around it. I reached for the button of his jeans, threading it through, then pulling the zipper down, all requiring my full attention. When I looked back up to him, his eyes were on me and somehow, even though I would have thought it impossible, the chocolate of his eyes was even darker.
He toed off his shoes and socks, never breaking eye contact, then walked backward, carefully climbing into the tub, watching me all the while. He held his hand out to me and I didn't hesitate to join him inside the shower.
The water rained down on me and I sighed loudly, the hotness stinging against my cold skin. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, running my hands through my hair as the water ran down it. Preston's mouth was on my neck and immediately a different kind of heat come over me. His mouth worked against my pulse point and his hands slid around my ribs to unclasp my bra. He pulled it off my arms and threw it over the top of the shower, the sound of it hitting the floor outside making me smile.
My smile was short-lived as it disappeared the instant Preston's fingers slid between the fabric of my panties and the cold skin of my ass. The combination of his lips on my throat and his hand grasping my ass forced a moan through my lips, and my head to fall back even farther still. My hands found his forearms, sliding smoothly up and over his biceps, feeling the taut muscles twitch beneath my touch, straining as he grasped at me.
I pulled away slightly to look down between us, relishing the sight of Preston Reid, completely wet, hard, and in black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. His cock pushed against the fabric of his briefs and I wasted no time moving to rid him of them. My hands moved into his underwear at the front of his body, then slowly slid around his waist and I enjoyed feeling all of him. My hands ran over the roundness of his ass as I pushed his underwear down his body. I moved down, dropping to my knees as his underwear hit the floor of the shower. He lifted each ankle one at a time and I freed him, tossing the underwear aside.
I looked up and was greeted by the sight of Preston's magnificent cock straining forward, arching toward his belly. All I heard was the pelting sound of the water hitting my back, running down the drain, and the heavy sounds of his breaths, pulling in and pushing out. I placed my hands on his thighs and then met his eyes. His gaze was so intense; it caught my breath in my throat and I had to remind my lungs to function, force my eyes to blink, make my pulse keep a steady, if not racing, rhythm.
I reached up and gripped his shaft, tugging gently downward so the head was pointing toward me, then lifted my eyes to meet his.
"Is this all right?" I asked, tentatively.
"Fuck, sweetheart, yes."
I stroked my hand up and down his cock slowly, taking a few moments to appreciate it up close. I'd never seen a more perfect dick. His was thick and long, cut, with one pulsing vein running down the underside. I moved forward and used the tip of my tongue to lick the underside of the head and a hiss echoed through the shower. As I swirled my tongue around the very tip, I heard him groan and saw his head fall backward.
"Don't fucking tease me, Lena. Put me in your mouth."
"Yes, sir," I said, smiling.
He'd been very careful with me all day, soothing me, caressing me, talking sweetly to me. But now I was being reminded of the very reason I fell in love with Preston – because he knew what I wanted and made it happen. And right now, I wanted his cock in my mouth.
I opened and slid my mouth all the way down his shaft until I wasn't sure I could take him any deeper, then used my hand to make up the difference, stroking him up and down as my mouth took long, sucking drags over him.
"Fuck," he groaned, leaning a hand against the wall of the shower, then taking his other hand and pushing the hair out of my face, which had been moved there by the water from the showerhead. "You look so perfect like this, sweetheart, with your mouth wrapped around me."
"Mmm," I mumbled my response, and as my voice vibrated against him his eyes rolled back and his head leaned to the side.
His taste was addictive and manly. Clean. When he started to taste more of salt, I knew he was getting closer, so I picked up my pace and moved my free hand from his thigh to his balls, rolling them in my palm. I squeezed them, then tugged gently while sucking hard on the length of him, pulling him slowly out of my mouth.
"Shit, shit, shit. Lena, baby, stop." His hips jerked back from me, pulling himself out of my mouth completely, and his hands were pulling me up to my feet. "Christ," he said, running both of his hands over my hair, pushing the water out of my face. Then he dipped, sliding my panties down my legs, leaving them in a pile on the floor of the shower. "I've been away from you for two months. I'm not about to come in your mouth the first time we're together again." He stood and his hand moved down, grabbing my leg behind my knee, pulling it up above his hip, and he pressed me back up against the wall.
I could feel him hard between my legs, just at my entrance, and my hips instinctually tilted forward in offering, wanting him inside me desperately.
"Preston," I whispered. I needed him but couldn't get the words to form.
"Shh shh, I know." His other hand came up to cup my breast, his fingers lightly brushing over my nipple, tugging gently. Then, suddenly, his mouth captured my breast, pulling and sucking on my nipple, eliciting a guttural groan from me. I was panting as I slid my hands over his shoulders, then dug my fingers into him when his teeth bit into my flesh, sending sharp, painful pangs through me, only to be soothed immediately by the warmth of his tongue. "God, I've missed your body, Lena," he said against my skin. His hand left my breast and traveled down my belly, finding my cleft. He didn't hesitate one second and slid a finger inside, both soothing and aching, creating an inferno.