“Guess you’ll just have to find out.” Preston wiggles his eyebrows at me and reaches out to squeeze my leg right above my knee as he drives us deeper into the jungle. His palm fits the width of my thigh; it’s like it was made specifically to grip my legs. He may as well brand me there for everyone to see. I never want to go without this contact again. It grounds me in a way I didn’t know I needed.
“Wow.” The small jungle bungalow comes into view blendingperfectly with the trees around it. It looks like a treehouse with a circular full wrap around covered porch and a parking area underneath. With Preston’s hand in mine leading me up the stairs, we emerge into the treehouse bungalow. “Preston, this place is—wow.” I can’t get the words out.
The open concept and circular floor plan make the bungalow feel larger than it is. The kitchen is bigger than the kitchenette at the last place, and the living room has a cozy couch facing the large wall of windows overlooking the jungle. It’s breathtaking. The subtle light inside doesn’t detract from the green surrounding us. It really feels like we are in the middle of the rainforest.
Preston walks up behind where I stand in front of the tall windows. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me back into his chest. His head rests on my shoulder as he whispers, “Do you like it?”
Turning in his arms, I pull his head down by the back of his neck. His lips ghost against mine. “I love it. It’s perfect.”
Preston wastes no time taking my mouth with his. He dives deep, separating my lips with his tongue as it searches out mine. I’m at his mercy as our tongues dance together and he controls my head by his grip at the base of my skull. My fingers dig into his hair as I try to pull him closer into me. My other hand runs down his back, tucking under his shirt and scratching up his toned back. My fingernails scrape his bare skin and Preston releases a deep groan from his throat. Grabbing my ass in both his hands, he lifts me. My legs automatically circle his waist as he holds my weight in his arms. Breaking the kiss, he surveys the room then he is on the move. My lips trail over his jaw and down his neck. I suck lightly on the skin where his neck meets his collarbone. Preston’s grip tightens on my ass. From this angle, his fingertips barely graze my core but close enough to drive me crazy.
Reaching the bedroom, Preston throws me onto the bedeliciting a small shriek from my mouth. He rips the shirt off his body revealing his ripped abdomen and tanned skin. I’ve seen Preston naked. I’ve seen him shirtless countless times. But each time, it’s like seeing him for the first time.
Butterflies take flight low in my belly and my core pulses at the bulge in his shorts. Preston doesn’t allow me to look for long before he lowers to the bed. Starting at my feet, he removes my shoes slowly, never breaking eye contact. He slowly crawls up my body, stopping at between my thighs. I think he’s going to take my shorts off but instead he buries his nose into my core. The tip of his nose presses into my clit. The touch makes me gasp. I’m so sensitive and turned on already. He nuzzles my clit with his nose and then presses a kiss to it through my shorts before continuing up my body. His palms ghost against my hips and up to my sides. Dragging my shirt up my body with his hands, his nose and mouth continue their assault on my abdomen. Preston slowly and seductively nuzzles and kisses up my body until he reaches my breasts.
My chest is rising and falling rapidly. I’m so turned on by his teasing but I don’t move. I don’t push. The anticipation of his next move keeps me on the edge. Preston’s thumbs dip under the band of my sports bra and push it up with my shirt. I lift my arms above my head, thinking Preston is going to take it off, but he doesn’t. With my arms above my head, Preston stops his progress when my shirt and bra reach my head. My mouth is exposed but my eyes are still covered.
“Preston,” I start to speak, but he presses a finger against my lips.
“Shhh,” He silences me with his words. With my eyes covered, I can’t see where he is or what he’s doing. His knee is resting between my legs. His thigh is now pressed against my core.When did that happen?He’s driving me wild with sensation and anticipation. I can sense him hovering above me but I don’t feel his weight. Just when the questions are starting to overtake the pleasure humming through my body, Preston’s head lowersand he blows on my nipple. The air is cool and I feel my nipple peak at the sensation. He repeats the action on my other nipple. I feel his palms cup underneath my exposed breasts while his thumbs rub against my hardened nipples.
“So responsive,” Preston rasps from his position above me. He’s close enough that I feel his breath against one of my nipples. “These fucking tits are so pretty. So ready and needy. Do you want my mouth, baby?”
His dirty mouth makes me crazy. Simultaneously, I moan and buck my hips against his thigh. Preston’s mouth closes around one nipple, sucking and biting at the same time as he tweaks my other nipple with his fingers. The sensation rushes to my core. I feel the wetness pooling in my panties for him. Preston continues his assault on my breasts, alternating between sucking, nipping, blowing, and kneading.
“Preston, please,” I pant when I can’t take anymore. Between the attention Preston has lavished on my nipples and the friction from humping his leg, I am on the edge.
“Please what, Hollywood?” Preston speaks directly into my mouth now. His lips graze against my open mouth as he asks the question. Tipping my chin up, I try to find his mouth but he keeps pulling back, teasing me. Preston nips and licks across my jaw to my ear where he takes my lobe between his teeth at the same time as his hand dives into my shorts. A surprised gasp escapes my mouth at the action followed quickly by a moan when his fingers find my swollen clit. “You’re so fucking wet. I can’t wait to fuck you. It’s going to feel so good.”
“Oh my god, yes. Please.”
“You want me to fuck you?” Preston’s finger thrusts into my pussy. “Fuck, baby, your pussy is clamping down on my finger so hard. Do you want to be fucked?” His finger fucks in and out driving me higher and higher.
“Don’t stop, please. Don’t stop.” I’m panting and so close to my orgasm.
“You didn’t answer me.” Preston stills his finger causing meto groan at the interruption on my way to my orgasm. But then he adds a second finger and thrusts inside as he bites my nipple.
“Oh my god.”
“Do you want me to fuck you, Ivory?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, chasing my orgasm. I can feel it coming.
“Do you want me to leave you blindfolded so you can’t see me? So you can only feel me? Can only wait on the edge until I slam my hard cock into your soaking wet pussy.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” I’m getting closer. Preston’s pace picks up as he slams his fingers into my pussy and I buck against him.
“Is this pussy mine, Ivory?”
“Yes, fuck. It’s yours. It’s all yours. Please fuck me.” I can’t hold back. I’m so close. I want him inside me but if he stops I might die.
“Come first. Then you can have my cock.” That’s all it takes. I crash over the edge. Light fills my vision as I fall apart beneath him. Preston doesn’t let up until I sag against the mattress. I vaguely feel him pulling my shorts and panties off. Then he’s spreading my legs and sliding between them. It feels like he’s still on his knees as he reaches under my ass and pulls my body up to him. He blows on my clit, causing me to shudder. Without warning, he reaches up and pulls my top the rest of the way off. I blink against the dim light after being shrouded in darkness.
“What happened to fucking me blindfolded?”
“Another time.” Preston leans forward and takes my mouth in a deep slow kiss. “I want to see you as I take this pussy,” he says when he pulls away. “As I make you mine.”
The emotion in Preston’s voice tells me this is different than the other times we’ve had sex. After his confession last week, we didn’t dive into our feelings. We’ve just had fun together and spent the time getting to know each other better. But things feel different now. This time feels like more.
