What started as a gentle squeeze of my waist quickly became possessive. His hands spread wide against my back and pulled me closer to his chest. His lips found mine in a kiss as his arms continued to pull me closer and closer to him. The passion between us heated up, and desire grew rapidly throughout my body for him. His scent was infusing inside me, pressing me forward, and needing more of him. He broke the kiss and lifted his head, capturing my eyes with his.
“My bedroom?” he whispered, his voice almost a plea full of desire.
“Yes,” I managed to whisper back to him, lost in his intense eyes. He still had a habit of taking my breath away with those beautiful, green eyes.
I quickly left behind my pointe shoes before we darted through the house and upstairs to his room. The rush ofanticipation vibrated through my body. My prince wanted me, right now.
As the bedroom door clicked shut, Preston paused for just a moment, watching me with a mix of awe and restraint. I could sense that need to be with me, and I absolutely wanted to be his. He stepped forward slowly, brushing a hand down my arm.
“Are you sure?” His voice sounded lower now, both protective and hungry.
Shyly, I nodded my head, once again my voice lost to him.
He stepped close to me, reaching up for my hair and pulling out a few pins from my ballet bun. With each pin he pulled out, his lips kissed my jaw…neck…shoulders. My hair uncoiled itself as the last of the pins came out, and Preston gently slid out my hair tie, then ran his fingers through my hair. Just this simple act of taking my hair out brought my inner heat to a boil; I needed more of him.
He leaned in to kiss me, and as our lips locked together, our bodies responded as one, almost as if we were still dancing. His smooth hands took their time, caressing slowly up my arms.
A soft whimper escaped from my lips as he released mine and moved to brush his lips against the curve of my shoulder, his hands finding the top of my leotard. He slowly pulled my straps down while his kisses trailed along my collarbone.
This slow pace of his was deliberate yet devastating, as if he knew exactly how to make my body melt with need. His cheek rubbed against my neck, helping to calm me down, but not by much.
He didn’t rush, nor was he aggressive, but gave me an approving hum in the back of his throat as I reached my hands up under his shirt. His muscles felt taut and slightly sweaty from class, and I tried to tug off his shirt quickly. He gave me a quiet laugh as he pulled his shirt off over his head.
I was so ready for him, and I needed his approval. I let the rest of my leotard fall to the floor and pulled off my ballet tights to stand completely bare in front of him.
“Lovely,” he softly spoke, lowering his gaze to my chest as his hands returned to gliding along my skin. He gently guided me back to the bed, all while taking in my body with his eyes. My god, this man was truly a prince.
“Let me take care of you.” Preston’s eyes gleamed as he kissed under my chin. I lay down in the center of the bed while he braced himself on top of me.
Yes…My mind and body screamed together, surrendering completely to his desires. Every kiss he gave me ignited more longing between my legs. By now, the intensity of my yearning for him was overwhelming, and more whimpers escaped my mouth.
He started slowly, caressing his hands and lips across my breasts, where he gently swirled his tongue around my nipple, forcing a gasp out of me.
Next, he moved his mouth to my ribs, kissing and worshipping every part of my skin before dropping to my stomach.
His mouth continued to move lower, pressing kisses into my hip bones before tracing the outline of my pelvis with his tongue.
“Can I taste you?” he murmured, as our eyes locked. So much intensity and yearning burned in his gaze.
I nodded quickly before letting my head rest back against the soft bed.
He pressed two kisses against my inner thighs before settling down in between my legs. When his tongue finally pressed against me, my hips lifted instinctively as a sharp gasp escaped me. My body was loving the pressure and attention.
His tongue worked me slowly, patiently, indulging in me until I was left breathless and moaning his name so loudly.
When his thumb pressed in and circled me, I instantly lost control to an orgasm as my hips jerked out of control. Waves of pleasure crashed into me, as an intense ripple of completion spread through my body.
He straightened back up on top of me, bracing his arms on both sides of my body. Leaning close against me, he whispered in my ear, “I want to be inside you.”
That whisper alone sent a chill down my spine, competing with my orgasm. I quickly whispered yes, waiting and wanting him. He repositioned himself, licking my breasts while waiting for me to be ready as I rode out the last intense cling of my break.
When he finally pushed into me, he worked slowly and deliberately, taking his time and feeling every inch. I felt so deeply connected to him, here in this moment, as I took him in. His knot brushed against me, rubbing me perfectly and building that desire to shatter again. My arms reached out, and I held him closer to me.
His forehead pressed against mine as he started to gently rock inside me. The sensation was torturous yet absolutely amazing, and our breathing and rhythm synced. This slow pace of his broke me down completely, and all I felt left was my desire and love for this man.
“I’ve wanted this so badly—I love you, Ivy,” Preston gasped as his voice trembled.
Hearing him say it sent a flutter through my chest—soft and sure, like everything I'd been afraid to want was finally here.
