I’d be a very, very stupid man to walk away this time.
TWENTY-ONE | PRESTON
My arm snakes around her waist, pulling her flush against me as the hand on her face slides to her neck, guiding her full lips to mine. The moment our mouths fuse, blood surges to my groin, straining painfully against fabric meant for comfort.
My body may be aching for her, but I let hers tell me what it needs. At first, her movements are so gentle it's torturous. When her mouth parts, granting me entrance, I eagerly memorize her taste and the way her tongue twists with mine.
Her fingers weave around my neck, threading into my hair.
Kate tastes like minty sugar and wildfire. Her flavor seeps through my defenses, making me want to drop them altogether—to never put them back up, at least not with her.
I slowly back her up to the bed, turning us so that when the backs of my knees hit the mattress, my ass collapses onto it. Her mouth is still welded to mine. Electricity sparks across my nerves, turning me savage for her and the way she feels against me. It’s starting to unravel the sexual tension that’s buzzing and alive behind my sternum.
It’s deliberate, but hungry.
The kind that wrenches your soul from your body.
That’s the way I’m kissing Kate. I’m fucking her mouth with my tongue, and she lets me. Like I can capture and seize her soul, tangle it with mine.
Too many clothes separate us. Well, mine, since she’s wrapped in this skimpy pink bathing suit that my fingers itch to remove.
My body is an inferno, but every move is hers tonight. If she wants me to burn, I’ll gladly be the ashes she walks on.
She pulls back, a cold from the loss of her touch washing over me. Her eye contact is steady as she stands, hovering above me. I’m witnessing a goddess who fell from heaven. Her eyes don’t leave mine. She reaches behind her, pulling at the strings that keep her breasts confined in that bikini that I wanted to rip off the moment I saw her walking down to the beach from the window in my office.
She tugs at the strings, letting the pathetic excuse for material pool on the ground at my feet. She stands before me, her perfect tits and perky rosebud nipples making my mouth water for a taste. I bet they would fit perfectly in my hands, as if they were sculpted for me. Nipples that were crafted to be grazed by my teeth and twisted by my fingertips.
God, I crave to touch her, but I don’t. She’s in control, and I’m surprised I’m letting her be, considering I have a dominance kink and get off on power.
Surprise, surprise.
Now I’m thinking I have a Kate kink.
How could I not?
Her fingers dip below her bikini bottoms, and she slips them down her long legs, giving me a full view of that pretty pussy that I’m hoping she’ll let me play with. Suck. Fuck with my fingers.
I swipe a hand over my jaw. “God, you’re killing me, darling.”
Her lips curve nervously, but I reach out for her, and she puts her hand in mine, letting me tug her back onto my lap to straddle me. I hope it's not just water soaking through my sweats now.
She slams her lips on mine, leading our kiss again. Rising, she pushes my head lower, my cock jumping in excitement. When Kate straightens her spine to lift her breasts to my mouth, I nearly come in my pants. Seeing her like this is the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I draw one of her perky buds into my mouth, invigorated by how her hands move in my hair—a silent request for more.
Kate whimpers as my tongue moves in slow circles around her nipple, then she moves my head to the next one. I know she said she can’t get off without pain mixing with the pleasure, but it's her call. The beast inside of me is roaring to stake a claim, but I suppress those urges.
Her skin is so soft against my tongue. I give the other nipple the same expert attention, giving her what she deserves as I suck it into my mouth.
What she wants.
What she needs.
“Fuck, Preston,” she breathes, rolling her hips over me.
When my cock creates friction against her wet center, it takes all my willpower not to toss her onto this bed and destroy that perfect pussy till she’s screaming my name instead. I release her perky bud with a pop and peer down. The mess she’s making on my pants, chasing the friction to satisfy her clit, has me entranced.
“Look at how wet you are, darling—taking what you want from me, knowing damn well it's driving me crazy that I can’t fuck you yet.”
