"Please," I begged him.
"I thought about you every second of every day. And your body was one of the things I thought about the most. I couldn't get you out of my head. Couldn't forget the way your pussy felt against my fingers, the way it gripped my cock when you came, the sounds you made when I finger-fucked you like this in that closet." He looked into my eyes, slipping another finger into me, curling them both, and making me whimper. "Tell me you thought about me too."
"Yes," I agreed, immediately. I'd do anything he wanted, just as long as he never stopped touching me.
"Tell me what it was like to be away from me." He widened his stance in the shower, giving himself more leverage to push his fingers even deeper into me, using more pressure on the spot that drove me absolutely crazy.
I looked into his eyes and I knew he was hurting, needed reassurance that he wasn't alone in his feelings for the last two months.
"I was broken," I cried. "Shattered." I breathed the words out and nearly saw the weight lift off his shoulders. It was what he needed, to know I was just as lost as he was while we were apart. That without him, I was in pieces.
"I'm about to fucking fix you." His hand was gone in an instant, and then, suddenly, I was full. He thrust inside of me, just once, with such force I cried out, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and holding on. He pushed into me and then stilled, deep inside. We were both still, the only movement our breaths, and I was simply remembering what it was like to feel like all of him fit inside of me perfectly. I was so deliciously full, stretched exquisitely over him, and it was the most glorious feeling.
"No no no," I said, panicked when he started to pull out. "I'm not ready. Just, let me … "
"Shhh," he hushed me, swiping the hair off my face again. "I've got you." Then he pressed a sweet and soft kiss against my mouth. His tongue swept slowly over my lips and I opened for him, welcoming him in, tasting him. As he kissed me, he slowly lifted my other leg and I wrapped them both around his waist, letting him pin me against the wall completely. He pulled away, but only far enough to speak, his forehead still pressed against mine. "I'm going to move now, okay?"
I nodded, thinking I was ready for it, but gasped when he pulled out just slightly. My nerves were shot, every fuse inside me blown, all the synapses firing all at once. I was so keyed up; I could feel my impending orgasm just waiting for me, mocking me, teasing me.
He was moving so slowly; it was agonizing. He pulled out, then slid in, dragged back out. I could hardly take it any longer.
"Please … faster … "
He sped up his thrusts, building a tempo, drilling into me, his mouth finding every surface available to assault, his hands gripping my thighs, supporting my weight.
I was hanging on the edge of my orgasm, keening against his throat, trying desperately to find the release my body was thirsting for.
"Lena, fuck, you're so sexy. Reach down and touch yourself. Make yourself come." I didn't need any more instruction than that. My hand found its way between us, and feeling him sliding in and out of me was almost enough to throw me over the cliff, but my finger started circling and a loud moan escaped me.
"Oh, God … "
That orgasm would forever be remembered as one of the best in the history of orgasms. It was the kind of orgasm that made every muscle in my body constrict right down into my belly, and then, as if on cue, they all exploded in a synchronized burst of sensation that could have blinded me. It was a toe curling, lung seizing, nail scratching, unadulterated, fucking fantastic orgasm.
Preston pumped into me throughout the entire experience, prolonging it, making it that much better, kissing my screams away. When I'd settled and stopped trembling, he leaned away from me and slowly placed my legs back down, feet firmly planted on the floor.
"I want you in a bed, sweetheart. This was hot, and I definitely needed to get inside of you, but I can't touch you the way I want to like this, can't be as close to you as I'd like."
"Okay," was the only thing I could come up with as a response. He kissed me again, deeply, before he led me out of the shower. He took a towel from a shelf and started at my shoulder, running it down the front of me, moving down my belly. The towel wasn't anything special, pretty typical in fact, but it made me remember the towels at his condo back in Portland and how they'd been so soft against my skin.
"You didn't bring your expensive towels with you to Hawaii?"
A grin spread over his face. It was a playful grin, almost boyish, and it was beautiful. "No, but these will do for now. We can have something to look forward to when we go back to Portland."
My stomach bottomed out at his words, my mind automatically going into overdrive. I hadn't thought about going back to Portland. Ever. I wanted to be as far away from that place as I could get. The thought of following Preston back there sent me into a panic. He must have noticed my face freeze and eyes widen because he was instantly in front of me with his hands cupping my face.
"Hey, hey, Lena, it's fine. We don't have to think about that right now. It was stupid of me to say that. Please, baby, don't get upset."
"I don't know if I can ever go back there."
"I know. I understand. Don't worry about it."
"I came here and built a life. I started over. I made it, on my own, for the first time in my life. I can't go backward, Preston."
"Lena," he said, grabbing my shoulders firmly, looking me right in the eyes. "I would never make you do anything you didn't want to do. We don't have to figure this out right now. Right now, I just want to be with you and I don't really care where, geographically, we are." His grin snuck back onto his face and melted my panic a little, and my breaths evened out.
"Okay," I sighed.
He took my hand and led me back into the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled me to stand between his legs, his hands sweeping over the skin of my thighs, goose bumps trailing behind his fingers. He leaned forward and laid soft, wet, open-mouthed kisses along my belly.
"I know I've said this a lot today, but I really missed you, Lena." His eyes met mine and I'd never seen them more sincere than in that moment.
I swallowed and brought my finger up to run through the hair just above his ear. "I spent a lot of my time trying not to think about you at all." My hand dropped down so that my palm was flush against his cheek. "But that doesn't mean I didn't feel your absence. I did. I ached for that person I fell in love with, but it hurt so much because I didn't think it was real."
"The way I feel about you is the most real thing I've ever experienced."
I moved to place one knee on the bed next to his hip, then lift my other to do the same, straddling him. His hands smoothed over my skin, moving from the front of my thighs to the back, then both of his hands were molding to my ass, pulling me closer into him.
"Show me," I said quietly just before I kissed him.
He kissed me endlessly, or so it seemed, and his hands were everywhere, roaming every inch of my skin. When he moved to lift me, I let him lay me out on the bed, feeling his magnificent weight press me into the mattress and his mouth rained kisses all over my face, neck, and chest. The urgent, filthy mood we'd established earlier was gone, and we were swimming together in a pool of lust and affection.
When he finally slid into me, we both let out matching groans. His hands moved my wrists above my head, linking our fingers together, holding me down, and his face curled into my neck.
"God, I love you, Lena." He nearly choked on the words; they were so full of emotion.
"I love you too," I managed, just as overcome as he was.
From that point on, there were no more words; we didn't need them. His mouth spoke to me in kisses, his body communicating with panting breaths and tensed muscles. I conveyed my pleasure through touch, urging him on with whimpers.
His body prayed to mine, worshipped it. I'd never experienced sex in a way that left me so emotionally vulnerable than I did with Preston. Every move he made was a promise to me. Every time his mouth met my skin, I could feel his intentions, understood the meaning behind the movement even without him telling me. We were both wrapped up in using our bodies to connect, to impart our love.
When he came, I was on my side, legs splayed open, him behind me, with his hand wrapped around my jaw, pulling my mouth to kiss as he switched between biting my lip and sucking it into his mouth between thrusts. He sighed into my mouth as he came, trembling. He didn't pull away at first and we just laid together, connected, breathing heavy, lost in the reality of us together.
When he finally moved away, he kissed my temple as he pulled out.
"Stay there, sweetheart."