I laughed breathlessly. “You doubted me?”
“No, not at all,” he said as I eased out and caught my breath.
After I disposed of the condom, I flopped onto the towel-covered bed next to him. Preston pulled me into his arms and I rested my head on his chest while he drew lazy circles on my skin.
I was so gone for him.
* * *
The next day,we headed out to catch a cab for a quick ride to Times Square. Thankfully, as much as I enjoyed the snow last night, we had blue skies today, which would make looking around much easier.
“Where are we headed?”
Preston looked a little sheepish. “We need to cover a lot of ground the next two days, so there’s one really good way to see what we need to see, and get to where we need to go.”
I looked around Times Square and quickly had an idea of what had him so hesitant to tell me.
“We’re going sightseeing, aren’t we?”
Preston rubbed the back of his neck and nodded. “It’s the best way to see everything quickly.”
I laughed, loving the idea. “Babe, this is awesome.”
“I’m glad you think so. We can get on and off after exploring the neighborhoods, or just stay on and ride. There are a couple of places I want to show you for the project.”
I was stoked. “Let’s do this!”
Once we were aboard the double decker red bus, we climbed the stairs to the top deck. When the bus pulled out into traffic, we could look at everything without worrying about being run over.
We got off and on several times so Preston could point out features of restaurants and buildings that he liked. During our tour around the city, I was amazed by the sheer number of different design styles that made up the city skyline. I took photos and made notes, then we hopped on the next bus that came along.
By the end of the two days aboard the red bus, we’d seen all the iconic sights that made the city what it was. He was right. New York was something you had to see in person. Photos would never do it justice. It just wasn’t the same.
At the end of another cold day, we went back to the room and climbed into the huge bathtub to soak in the hot water. He sat behind me in the tub as I relaxed with my back to his chest.
Preston massaged my shoulders with his strong hands as I did the same with his calves. It relaxed me as he worked out the tension in my body. With every pass of his soapy hands sliding over my skin, he ramped up my desire.
I was dying to have him in my mouth, so I sat forward and turned onto my knees. I’m sure if anyone could see me in the narrow tub, they would think I looked like a giraffe on roller skates.
Preston gazed at me with heavy eyes as I took him in hand. His cock was hard and long, the mushroom head an angry purple.
“I want to suck you off.”
He looked around as if he were searching for something, so I put my hand behind me to let the water out.
“Lay back, and close your eyes,” I murmured. “I just want you to feel.”
“Okay,” he rasped out, obviously excited for what might come.
As the tub slowly drained, I took his balls in the palm of my hand and tugged, making him moan. His hips lifted out of the water as I rolled them between my fingers.
I watched as his chest rose and fell more quickly to gauge his arousal. “Fuck, that feels good.”
I smiled. “Good,” I murmured.
Dropping my head down, I licked the head of his cock as I continued to roll his balls.
“Baby, you’re killing me,” he groaned.
