My fingers still deep in her pussy and my tongue deep in her mouth. Pulling my fingers out of her heat, I bring them to our mouths. Barely breaking our kiss, I suck her cum off my fingers. Our mouths are so close, her sweetness drips onto her lips as I lick my fingers clean. Smashing my mouth back to hers I forceher taste into her mouth. We both groan at the action.Fuck, that was hot!
“Mmm, my new favorite taste,” I say, pulling back again. We stare at each other for a few minutes. There are no words spoken. But there is so much said. Her eyes speak volumes. Her touch soothes my soul. “Are you okay?”
Ivory pulls me back down to her. This time the kiss is lazy. There’s still passion and heat. But it's soft and slow. Ivory’s hands start to roam down my sides. Her hands tuck under my shirt and her fingers dig into my back.
“What do you need?” I ask, kissing across her jaw and down her neck.
“You,” she says, trying to pull my body down onto her. I’ve been hovering over her this whole time. I didn’t want to squish her. She spreads her legs to make room for me.
“You have me.” Slowly, I lower my body down to hers hovering above her with my forearms on either side of her head as I suck on her collarbone.
Our bodies line up perfectly. My cock is hard as stone. It won’t take much for me to come. Ivory tugs my hair, bringing me back to her face.
Waiting until my eyes meet hers, she says, “I need you, Preston.” She rocks up into me, “I need you to fuck me.” My cock twitches, and Ivory grinds up into it.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to.” I want to have sex with Ivory so bad, but I don’t want her to regret it. I don’t want her to get caught up in the heat of the moment and wish it would have gone differently. “I didn’t do this so you would sleep with me.”
“I’m sure.” Ivory runs her fingers through my hair while she talks. “I want this. I’ve wanted this for a while. I want you, Preston. Do you want me?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Ivory
“More than anything.”
I knew his answer before he even said it. Preston wormed his way into my life that first night at the resort bar. And hasn’t stopped trying since. With each new day. With each new adventure. Preston chipped away at the guard I purposely created to distance people in my life. Steadily, Preston has shown he doesn’t want anything from me except what I am willing to offer him. He’s shown me nothing but patience and understanding. He’s taken a back seat to all my wants and desires. He’s said with his words—but more importantly, his actions—that he will wait. ThatIam in the driver’s seat.
“Then take me.” I want nothing more than to be owned by this man. The glimpse of his dominance is so hot. I’ve already come once but I’m on the edge again. It won’t take much for him to push me into bliss again.
Preston hesitates. His eyes bounce between mine as if trying to decipher nuclear war codes. Rocking against his erection still covered by his shorts, I pull another hiss from his full lips at the friction. His mouth is as sinful as the rest of him. It rocked me to my core when we first kissed in the rain, but nothing couldhave prepared me for the explosion from the full-on attack of Preston’s mouth before the massage.
Each kiss tears through the walls around my heart, breaking them down brick by brick. It’s not just the kisses though. I’ve kissed a lot of people. Kissing isn’t always intimate when you do what I do. With Preston’s kisses, my entire being comes alive. The fire burns bright and loud. Reaching down, I trail my fingertips along the band of his shorts sitting low on his trim hips. The deep V is on full display and the muscles flex as I get closer to the center. Lowering the band and exposing the purple head of his cock, I see the precum dripping from him.
“Ives,” he breathes out, using the nickname that I love with his raspy voice. His voice cracks, like even speaking is hard for him.
“Pres,” I purr out, and continue lowering his shorts until he gets the message and helps me get them off. The action changes his angle so he is hovering above my core. His cock a missile, pointed straight at my clit. Not wasting any time, I grasp his cock in my hand. My fingers barely close around his thick girth. Stroking his cock from base to tip, we hiss together when my hand reaches the head of his cock. He’s so close that I brush my clit at the same time. I repeat the action once, twice, three times, before Preston stops my wrist in a slightly painful hold.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come all over your throbbing clit instead of being buried deep inside your pussy. Which do you want, Hollywood? Do you want my cum on your pussy? Or in your pussy?” The mouth on this man is killing me. I wouldn’t have thought such dirty things would come from him but damn, that’s the best surprise of all. “Do you like that? Me spitting filth causing your pussy to drip?” I pull Preston’s cock so he has no choice but to follow. Dragging it through my wetness so he can feel what he does to me. “Oh yeah, you do. Look at how wet you are.”
“It’s all for you.”
“Damn right it is.” Preston pulls back and slaps my pussy. “This pussy is mine. I haven’t even claimed it properly yet, but it’s mine.”
“Then claim it.” Preston's blue gaze turns molten at my words. Gliding the hand that slapped me, he lazily strokes my clit as he reaches over to the nightstand and fumbles for a condom. “Someone came prepared.” I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Can never be too prepared with you around.” He winks down at me. Running two fingers through my slickness, he finds my opening and plunges deep. “You’re so tight. I need to stretch you a bit or this won’t be pleasurable for either one of us.” Now I’m the one drunk with lust.
“Right there, oh god, right there.”
“You want to come again?” Preston asks, pulling his fingers all the way out. Right when I’m about to protest, he adds a third finger.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I yell out as wave after wave crashes over me.
“Soon, I am going to taste the real thing, but I can’t wait any longer to be inside you.”
Preston rips the condom open with his teeth. God, why is that so fucking hot? He lines his cock up with my opening, asking again if I’m sure. I nod, locking my thighs around his hips bringing his thick, hard cock into my pussy. We both suck in a breath at the contact. Preston’s eyes leave mine and lock on the sight.
“Aw fuck. You feel so fucking good.” Preston pushes in further, groaning. His eyes pull back to mine to gauge my reaction. His blue depths are glazed with primal lust. I can tell he’s holding back. I don't want him to.
