I haven’t given Preston the words yet. I’ve been scared to admit the depth of my feelings for him because we don’t knowhow much time we have left. Preston no longer seems to care that I’m his coach’s daughter. He’s not holding back in showing his feelings for me but I still hesitate to tell him I’m falling too.
So I say the only words that come to me at this moment. “I’m already yours.” Then I pull him back down for another kiss. Preston slowly enters me while our mouths fuse together. I’m already sensitive from my first orgasm, but from this angle with my hips tilted upward on Preston’s thighs, he hits my G-spot on his thrust. It feels so good, I can’t help the deep moan that falls from my lips.
“Fuck.” Preston breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on mine once he’s seated deep inside. “You feel so good. Like you were made for me.”
“I’m starting to think I was.” Preston pulls out just as slowly and then thrusts in again, slightly faster. My skin tingles everywhere as he stretches my pussy around his hard cock.
“You’re mine.” Preston links our fingers together and brings both hands above my head. His pace picks up as he continues to thrust in and out bringing us higher and higher.
“Yours.” My eyes bounce between his. They are filled with lust and desire but also want and affection.
Is this love?I don’t dare ask, and I try not to read into it even though I want to know. I want to know that if I’m falling, he already has. Does that make me selfish, or is that fear talking?
“Are you mine?” I try to school my expression. I can’t believe I asked that.
Preston rears back to meet my gaze. He’s almost as shocked as I am but his shock feels more like he’s offended I would ask.
Releasing one of my hands, he cups my cheek. He thrusts in and circles his hips, driving me crazy with the friction against the trigger point deep inside me.
“Ivory, I’ve been yours for longer than I care to admit. I’m all in. I just need you to be with me.” His words and the movements set me off. I explode around him. Preston thrusts in and out afew more times before burying himself to the hilt and releasing his own orgasm.
“I’m here. I’m with you,” I say softly into his ear as he peppers kisses across my face and neck as we come down from our orgasms.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Preston
“Morning,” Ivory murmurs as she rolls and stretches her arms above her head. The sheet dips revealing her perky tits and my mouth salivates wanting another taste. “Not so fast, buddy. If we start now, we will never make it to the ruins.” She pulls the sheet back up to shield her body.
Groaning, I roll away and stand from the bed. I don’t miss the hooded expression when her eyes rake over my body landing on my morning wood.
“Nuh-uh-uh,” I tut. “We have plans today. You’ll have to wait to ravish me later.”
Ivory throws a pillow at me as I walk into the bathroom. We have a long trip today to visit Caracol and we have to stop at a military checkpoint along the way. This is probably the most dangerous trek of our trip because of the drug trafficking in this part of the jungle. We both need to be alert and get there as early as possible so we aren’t coming back in the dark.
Filling my mug with fresh coffee after my shower, I find Ivory on the porch sitting in an oversized chair sipping her own coffee, looking out at the jungle around us.
“Shower’s free.” Ivory looks up at me and smiles.
She looks content, peaceful. I love this look on her. I loveher. Full stop.
“Great. I’ll be quick.” She gracefully unfolds from the chair and stops in front of me for a quick kiss before heading inside.
Taking her spot on the chair, I think about last night. We’ve had sex over the past few weeks. A lot of sex, if I’m being honest. But this time felt different. This time wasn’t rushed. We weren’t just chasing our pleasure or getting to know our bodies. Don’t get me wrong it was still hot as fuck. Whenever I get my hands on Ivory’s body, it’s passionate and hot. But this time, it was intimate, slow, and full of words that we haven’t been able to say yet. I’m ready to say them though. After hearing her words last night and the words her body spoke to mine, I finally feel like she’s ready to hear them. I just need to plan out how. I almost let them fly last night, but I didn’t want her to think I was giving them to her because her pussy sucked my brains out. The first time I give her those words it won’t be during the act. It won’t be when she can second guess my intentions or talk herself out of believing them.
My phone rings interrupting my thoughts of how to confess my feelings. Seeing it’s my agent, I take the call. We haven’t spoken on the phone in a while and I am hoping he has good news to share.
“Everything okay?” Ivory emerges from the bedroom as I’m walking back into the kitchen after ending the call. She’s dressed in another pair of shorts and a tank with a bright colored sports bra underneath. Her hair is up in a messy bun and her face is clear of makeup, but she’s more beautiful like this than she is on the red carpet. This is the real Ives and I love that every day she is shining through more and more.
“Yeah, my agent was just filling me in. Negotiations have been tense but it sounds like they are getting closer. The latest proposal is a July 2 start to the season which would mean for late June training.”
“That’s what you expected already, right?” she asks, recallingthe conversation with Miller a couple weeks ago. I can’t believe it’s been so long.
“Yeah, it sounds the same for now. He thinks that may change this week though, so we will see. I’m itching to get back on the field. First, we have to get home.”
“Everything is going to work out,” Ivory soothes.
She wedges her way between me and the counter, looping her arms around my neck. Lifting her on the counter, I step into her and grip her hips in my hands.
