“Those had to go,” I murmured as I stood in front of her again and reached around to undo the clasp of her bra, pulling it off as well, leaving her totally bare and absolutely fucking gorgeous in front of me. “Too bridal.” I winked.
Before she could reply, I dropped to my knees in front of her and, with a gentle shove, pushed her back against the rough wood wall. “Look at this,” I murmured, trailing my hands up the inside of her thighs, nudging them apart to reveal her glistening, perfect pussy. Swollen and pink with arousal, she was already so wet for me. “You’re soaked for me.” I slid afinger through her wetness, making her gasp. “All from a kiss? Or maybe you’ve been fantasizing about this just as long as I have.”
Shit.
I hadn’t meant to give so much away. One night. That’s all this was. Jess and I were never going to be anything more. I needed to remember that. No matter how hard it was already starting to get.
To distract myself and her, I gripped her thighs and blew a hot breath across her clit.
“Oh, shit! Preston, I?—”
“Have you been fantasizing about me?” I teased, keeping my voice light. “It’s okay, Dots, you can admit it.”
“Preston…” Her voice was breathy with need. “If you keep asking me questions while your head is between my legs, I might just?—”
“Might what?” I looked up. “Run back to your jilted groom?” She gasped, but I laughed before once more turning my attention to the sweetness in front of me. “Nah,” I said. “You’re staying right here with me. Now spread those pretty legs for me.”
“You’re an ass,” she gasped, but obeyed, her hands fisting in my hair as I pressed a kiss to her core. She whimpered, her hips jerking.
“And you,” I said, “are gorgeous.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but her words were lost as I traced her seam in one slow lick, savoring the sweetly salty taste of her coating my tongue. She cried out, the sound fueling me. I devoured her like a man starved. And maybe I was.
My tongue swirled tight circles around her clit; her thighs vibrated. Her moans filled the small cabin. When I pushed two fingers deep inside, her body clamped down hard, and I knew she was moments from falling apart.
Her head dropped back, but I needed to see her. “Oh, no, Jess. Eyes on me,” I commanded. “I told you, I want to see you fall apart for me.”
She obeyed, her green gaze locking with mine, her pupils blown with lust. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I kept up my rhythm on her clit, flicking the tip with my tongue, while my fingers thrust inside her tight channel until she shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing as she screamed out into the stormy night. I held tight, working her through it, lapping up every drop of her until she sagged against the wall, boneless and panting.
Rising slowly, I licked the last bit of her essence from my lips before kissing her gently. I caught her as her knees buckled. “Not done yet, baby,” I rasped, working hard to control my own need for her.
My cock ached. But this was about her. I needed to show her exactly what she’d been missing by settling for a man who didn’t treat her like a goddess for every second of her life. If I only had one night, I planned to make the most of it.
I spun her to face the wall, my hand steadying her hip; the other slid up the length of her back, pressing her gently against the wall, her nipples grazing the rough wood with what I knew would be intense sensations.
She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes hooded, but sparkling with renewed desire. “Bossy tonight, are you?”
“Only for you, Dots.” I chuckled and let my hand slide down the curves of her ass, where more of those sexy freckles were smattered. My thumb moved in lazy circles over her smooth skin. “Somehow, you’ve always brought it out in me.”
She pushed back against my touch with a soft moan.
I gripped myself in my free hand, stroking once to spread the wetness along my length before lining up, the blunt head of my cock nudging her entrance. “Arch your back for me, baby.”
She did, and her ass pushed back deliriously against me. Igroaned, holding myself back. “Ready to scream for me again?”
Before she could answer, I thrust my length inside her heat, bottoming out with a shared groan. Hers, breathy and needy, while mine was rough and relieved. She was perfect. Her walls clenched me, holding me tightly inside her.
“God, you feel incredible,” I murmured in her ear before pulling back again, slow first, before thrusting hard, deeper this time.
She groaned and caught herself against the wall.
“This what you needed, Jess? To be filled up?”
“Yes.” The word was little more than a moan. Her hands braced on the wall. Her hips rocked back to meet me in demand. “More, Preston. I need more.”
Who was I to deny her?
