“Let’s do this.” We face the water side by side. Preston counts us down and when he hits one we both jump off the edge of the rock together. Our hands stay connected as we crash into the water below and resurface together. He pulls me to him. My legs wrap around his waist as we float there and catch our breath.
He pushes the hair out of my face to cup my cheek. The fingers that wrap around to the base of my skull drag me closer to his mouth. Preston’s wet lips crush against mine as he devours my mouth in a wild sloppy kiss. There is a desperation and a passion in this kiss that sets me on fire. I whimper into his mouth as he continues to ravish my mouth with his lips and his tongue. We are fused together from mouth to core. Lust overtakes me.
“I want you,” I pant into his mouth. I try to grind against him but get frustrated when I can’t hit the spot I need. “Preston,” I groan when he just continues kissing me. “I need you.”
“I know you do, baby.” Then I feel Preston’s fingers tug my bottoms aside. “Fuck, you’re so slick.”
“More.” He teases my center with his fingers, lazily stroking me like we have all the time in the world. When I pull his hair and let out a frustrated growl, he chuckles at me before thrusting a finger inside. He crooks his finger as his thumb massages my clit.
“That better?” My only response is a low mewl as I pull his mouth back to mine. Our tongues tangle as he adds a second finger.
“Right there.” I’m panting and writhing while he fucks me with his fingers.
“Come for me, Hollywood, so we can go see this waterfall.” Preston dips his head and bites my nipple through my top. That does it. I come all over his fingers as I pull his hair and ride outmy orgasm. When I lift my head from where it fell on Preston’s shoulder, he has a wide Cheshire grin.
“I don’t know if I can walk to the waterfall right now.” My legs feel like jelly but he doesn’t put me down.
“Guess I’ll have to carry you. I have plans for this waterfall.” Before I can ask what those plans are, Preston starts to swim towards the waterfall. I’m still latched onto his body but the extra weight doesn’t seem to faze him. When he reaches the rapids and needs to climb over the rocks, I start to unravel my legs but he holds them in place. Preston climbs out of the water with my legs still wrapped around his waist. Hoisting me higher so my core shifts against his hardened cock and comes to rest below his belly button, I wrap my arms tight around his neck to brace myself as he walks.
“You don’t have to carry me. I’m too heavy.” Preston stops and looks down at me.
“You are not too heavy.” He kisses me quickly. “I want to carry you. Plus, it would be a hazard to let you try to walk on your own with your legs still shaking from your orgasm.” The wink he gives me hits me straight in my still throbbing clit. This man makes me insatiable.
Preston walks closer to the waterfall. The mist from it hitting the water collected at the base sprays us the closer we get. Just when I think he is going to walk us directly into the rushing flow of water, he diverts to the side. It’s not a big area but there is a cave-like feel to it. It smells of fresh water and the sound of rushing water is loud.
Preston finally lets me down. I brush against his erection as he lowers me to the ground. My sensitive clit sends sparks through me at the contact. Thankfully my legs don’t give out. Preston doesn’t release me though. Instead, he grips my hips and spins me around to face the wall.
“Hands on the wall.” He pushes me up against it so I have no choice but to put my hands out or risk face planting into it. My palms hit the wet rock wall. It’s cool to the touch. My backarches and I press my ass more fully into Preston when I feel his cock against me. Preston smacks my ass in response. A surprised gasp leaves my mouth. “Does your greedy pussy want my cock now, Hollywood?” His filthy mouth may kill me.
“Always.” My words are raspy and full of desire. I’m already soaked again and not merely from my orgasm a few minutes ago. Preston kicks his foot between my legs widening my stance. He pushes my back slightly causing me to hinge forward. Resting my forehead on the backs of my hands, I wiggle my ass taunting him.
“Does your cock want my pussy?”
Preston rumbles out a groan at my words. He reaches up and lowers my bottoms. Stepping out of one side, I widen my stance further and push my ass out even more. Preston takes my ass in his hands and separates my cheeks.
“Fuck, your pussy looks so good from this angle.” I clench for him and he lets out another tortured groan. Glancing back over my shoulder, I catch him lowering to his knees behind me. His tongue swipes through my pussy from top to back. “Mmm, you taste so good. I could eat you for the rest of my life.”
“Promise?” Preston’s eyes shoot to mine. My eyes widen at the insinuation. At the intention that just fell out. That I want him to do this for the rest of his life. My eyes close and I try to turn my head but Preston’s words stop me.
“Eyes on me,” he snaps. Then he licks me again. It’s filthy and erotic. “Every.” Another flick of his tongue on my clit. “Single.” This time he dips his tongue inside my opening. I moan and my eyes roll back. Preston slaps my ass again causing my eyes to shoot open. The look he gives me tells me not to break eye contact again. It feels too good though. “Fucking.” Preston punctuates the word by slamming two fingers into me. “Day.” He dives back in, punishing my clit until I’m coming all over his face.
He doesn’t waste a second. Standing and lowering his trunks just enough for his cock to break free, Preston drives into mefrom behind while my pussy is still fluttering with the aftershocks. The move sends me into another orgasm as he pistons into me from behind.
“Oh my god. It’s too much. It’s too much.”
“It’s not too much.” Preston slaps my ass again and then reaches around to grip my throat. He pulls me upright into his chest as he continues to thrust into me over and over again. “You can take it. This pussy was made for me. It’s mine. You already agreed to that. Didn’t you?” He bites my ear sending me into overdrive.
“Yes, yes, yes. Yours. It’s yours.” He pulls out abruptly and pushes me to my knees in front of him. I lick my lips at his swollen cock above me before he comes all over my chest.
“And yes, that’s a promise.” He bends down, cupping my face with both hands. “For the rest of my life.”
Then he is kissing me. It’s slow and soft and languid. Full of all the promises of forever.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Ivory
June 2
