“You’re so big. It feels so good,” Digging my ankles into Preston’s carved ass, I pull him in, eliciting a deep guttural moan from his throat as he sinks deeper.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says but still thrusts slightly.
“You won’t. I need it. Give it all to me,” I moan louder. Preston withdraws a fraction. “Please.”
That does it. His restraint breaks and he drives forward.Thrusting deep and hard. Once he’s fully seated inside me, our eyes lock. A swarm of butterflies takes flight in my core. It’s not from the feel of his thickness as he moves inside me. It’s from the look in his eyes. There is so much to be read in those depths. Preston bares his soul to me in this one look. His eyes say it all. They speak of lust and passion, yes. But they also speak of longing and desire. They tell a story of friendship and camaraderie. They show adventure and partnership. There is a hint of something else in his eyes. AsomethingI can’t quite put my fingers on but it’s what shatters the last of the bricks around my heart the most. It sparks hope. It promises this is more than just sex. It incites a wave of emotion that starts my orgasm.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” Preston grits out. His pace isn’t punishing but it’s not slow either. He thrusts with an urgency that we both need. Preston lays a finger over my clit rubbing in quick circles and that does it. I’m soaring.
“I’m coming,” I moan out as the pleasure wrecks my body.
Preston grabs behind my knee, going deeper. He’s bucking into me with reckless abandon chanting, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You feel so good. Squeeze my cock.” His thrusts stall and I feel his cock throbbing as he spills into the condom deep inside my pussy. Tremors and aftershocks thrum through me.
Preston crashes his mouth to mine as the last of his orgasm drains from his body. Our kiss is sloppy and thrashing. We pour every ounce of remaining passion into that kiss. I feel it deep in my bones. It draws out the tremors as our bodies stay connected.
Preston rests his forehead to mine. His eyes are closed. I take him in. He looks content. Fully sated and relaxed. Guess that massage was good for both of us. The thought has a laugh bubbling out of me.
“I’m still buried in your pussy, and you’re laughing at me?” Preston looks at me incredulously.
“I’m sorry.” I laugh harder. “I was just thinking that massage worked for you too. You seem relaxed.”
“Fuck, yeah. I’m relaxed. I’ve been walking around with blueballs for a month.” The confession makes me happy to know he has been thinking about this for so long.
“I’m sorry,” I say, pouting at him. I don’t mean it. He knows that.
“Oh, don’t be sorry. I intend to make you pay for it,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.
“I feel like I need a shower.”
Preston runs his nose down the column of my throat, peppering kisses along my collarbone and chest. “Why don’t I help you clean up?”
“Clean up? Or make me dirtier?”
“Both could be arranged.” Preston winks and jumps off the bed scooping me up and walking us to the bathroom. He puts me down and spins to turn the shower on. I quickly use the toilet while he takes care of the condom. The shower steams up the bathroom as the water reaches temperature.
“Your fire water is ready now.” Preston holds the shower door open leading me inside.
“Showers are supposed to be hot.”
“Hot, yes. Scald your skin off—I don’t think that’s healthy.”
He pulls me into a searing kiss. Turning us so I’m directly under the stream, Preston tips my head back and starts massaging my scalp in soothing motions. He controls the kiss and his lips never leave mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Preston
Cradling Ivory’s head in my hands, I massage her scalp as the water pours down on us. Coming up for air, I pull back to look at her. Water runs over her face, collecting droplets on her eyelashes and freshly kissed lips. They are red and plump from the assault of my mouth. Her chest rises and falls with each intake of breath. Her hard rosy nipples are proudly on display. The slight redness from my scruff on her skin. I love seeing her like this. So thoroughly aroused that the evidence is clear on her features.
I follow the lines of the water down her body. Ivory squeezes her thighs together when my eyes reach her core.
“I can’t get enough of you.” The whispered confession leaves my mouth while taking in the sight of her. Running my hands through her hair, over her shoulders, and down her spine, I grip her ass in my hands. The touch catches her off balance and she falls forward into me. I slowly grind my erection against her. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
Sex with Ivory is next level. She puts all other women to shame. I wasn’t lying when I told her I’ve had blue balls for a month. Probably longer if I’m really being honest but telling her that my case of blue balls started with the first snorkel lesson feltlike a step too far. I settled on the closest half-truth. I’ve been jacking off every day since we landed in the house on Long Caye. It hasn’t helped but it at least took the edge off. Now that I’ve had her, she’s made me insatiable. I came harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
Yet, I’m already hard again just kissing her in the steamy shower. The kiss is hot—it’s less sloppy than the kiss we shared in the bed but there is no less heat to it.
Ivory smiles up at me. “That make you happy? Knowing I’ve been walking around with a boner this whole time around you? That sleeping in the bed with you has been pure torture?”
