Ivory
I’m so horny I can barely think. Preston’s thick cock is between my legs. His bare chest on full display and warming mine. His sinful tongue has been kissing and teasing me. I could come against this wall in five seconds. But Preston has other plans. I won’t object. Sex with Preston is out of this world no matter where it is.
“Upstairs.” I tilt my head in the direction of the stairs. “End of the hall.”
I closed on the house three days ago. There is hardly any furniture in the place but I made sure to have a bed delivered first thing, hoping this is where our reunion would end up. So far, it’s been better than I imagined.
When I decided to surprise Preston by waiting for him in the parking lot, I was nervous. I wasn’t sure how long he would be or if he had other plans. Seeing him so determined to get to me that he was literally running out of the stadium, eased the anxiety in my mind. I should have known that Preston would make me the priority. He always does, but it was nice to be reminded. We are a team. We are in this together. He was as impatient to see me as I was to see him. On the way home, we did all the polite conversation and emotional reconnection. Notthat there was anything to catch up on since we have talked every day for the last three months. Now, it’s time to physically reconnect.
Preston takes the stairs two at a time and rushes to my bedroom. Throwing me on the bed, he drops his pants and rips my shorts off before I can catch my breath. Climbing on the bed with me, he peppers kisses up my body until he reaches my mouth.
“Are you wet for me, Hollywood?” The gravel in his tone makes me squirm.
“Always.” Preston’s hand touches my knee making me jump. His finger grazes my thigh as he brings his hand towards my apex.
“Maybe I should check.” His breath fans against my lips as his fingers reach the crease between my thigh and my core. Brushing his finger against the edge of my pussy lips, he inhales my moan. “What do you think, Hollywood? Should I check to see how wet your pussy is?”
“Yes, please touch me.” An approving grunt comes from Preston as he glides his fingers through my center.
“Fucking drenched. Are you as desperate for me as I am for you, Ivory?” Holding up his fingers with my arousal coating them, he adds, “I’ve been dying to taste you since I saw you work your pretty little pussy in the mirror.” I pant at the memory of our video call. Preston brings his fingers to his mouth which is so close to my own. I smell myself on his fingers. Sticking them in his mouth, he groans as he sucks them clean. His eyes roll back in his head and his cock twitches where it hangs between us. “Fuck you taste good. As good as I remember.”
“Preston, please,” I whine. “I need you.”
“Do you want my mouth or my cock?” He’s so dirty. I’ve forgotten how much I love his deep commanding tone in the bedroom. It’s so fucking hot.
“Cock, I need you inside me.” Reaching to the nightstand, I try to grab a condom. Preston catches my intention and pushesup to grab one. The condom wrapper ripping mixes with our heavy breaths. Rubbing my thighs together, I try to ease the throb in my clit. Preston joins me back on the bed, devouring my mouth with a deep kiss. I taste myself on his tongue as he tangles it with mine.
Coming up for air, Preston says, “Ride my cock, Hollywood.” Then he crawls over me and sits against the headboard. Rolling over onto all fours, I follow after him. “That’s it, baby, crawl to me.”
Holy fuck, why is that so hot?
Doing as he says, I crawl up the mattress and then up his body until I am positioned over his hips. His cock stands at attention waiting for me.
“Mount yourself on my cock and make us both come.” Preston holds himself at the base as I hover over his cock. One hand comes to my hip to help guide me down. I watch with rapt attention as his tip enters me. “Look at your greedy pussy taking my cock.”
“That’s so hot. You’re so big.” Slowly lowering myself over Preston’s cock, I forgot how big he was. I feel myself stretch around him, so full.
“You feel so good. You take me so well. This pussy was made for me.” I’m fully seated now. Preston’s arm winds around my back, bringing me closer to him. We can’t stop kissing. Our mouths fuse together again and again as I pulse up and down on Preston’s cock. It’s slow at first but as we get closer to our releases, our movements become more wild. My fingers dig into Preston’s shoulders. Preston tugs my hair, moving my head where he wants it as he ravishes my mouth.
“I’m close. Make me come, Preston.” Releasing my hair, Preston grabs both of my hips in his hands. He leans back, changing the angle and also breaking our kiss. His blue eyes are dark and hooded with lust.
“Hang on, baby.” I’m confused at what he’s saying but then he holds my hips steady and starts fucking me from below.
“Oh my god.” My voice is rough as I chant and moan.
“Fuck, squeeze my cock, Ives. Just like that.”
“I’m going to come. Oh my god, I’m so clo—” My orgasm tears through me as Preston pounds into me over and over again. He fucks me into his own orgasm and lets out a roar as he slams me down onto his cock and comes deep inside my pussy.
Cupping my cheeks, Preston brings our faces together. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” We seal our reunion with a kiss and then cuddle up together for our first night together since Belize.
October 5
“So I was thinking.” Preston turns to me from his position on the couch beside me where we are watchingSweet Home Alabama.
It’s been a busy week since we were reunited. The off-season officially started. My furniture was delivered. I am slowly making this house a home. There is one thing missing.
