Preston's Honor(37)

Mine.

As I drifted back to earth, I looked at Annalia and she was blinking at me, looking stunned and so beautiful I could only stare at her in awe. There were tears in the corners of her eyes and a glance at my shoulder showed me she’d bitten me several times. I pulled myself out of her and she winced with the movement. I felt half out of my body, still half out of my mind, but it registered that she hadn’t come and my blood roared with the need to give her pleasure, too. I gently laid her back on the table. “Preston?” she asked, her voice sounding breathy and confused.

“Shh.” I pulled my jeans up quickly, leaving them unbuttoned and lifted her skirt higher on her waist, kissing down her flat stomach and gently, opening her legs as I knelt on the floor between them. She moaned softly and attempted to close them, but I kissed her inner thigh, darting my tongue out and she let them drift apart again.

“Oh, Preston,” she whimpered and I felt myself stir again, that wildness taking hold once more. My God, I’d never felt this way, never been so insane with lust over any woman—not ever even remotely close.

This was an experience all its own—new and wonderful and terrifying.

I licked up her thigh until my nose was right over her core and I used my tongue to circle her tiny swollen bud. She startled, lifting her hips to press herself into my face. I tasted the metallic tanginess of her blood, and the salt of my own orgasm, and something about it was so raw that I surged in my pants, coming fully erect once again.

I licked and sucked at Lia’s tender flesh, soothing and exciting it intermittently, using her sounds as indication of what she liked. Her hands gripped my hair and her moans increased in volume until she thrust herself into my face, screaming my name.

The satisfaction I felt was so intense, the arousal at pleasing her so overwhelming, that I stood, letting my jeans drop again and pushed inside her, lying over her where she still lay on the table.

Our eyes met, hers large and slightly drunken, and the beauty of her face stunned me as it always did, bringing me back to myself. God, what was I doing? I felt slightly crazed. “Oh, God, Lia. You must be sore. I’m so sorry,” I choked, trying to untangle myself from the grip of passion. I started to pull out of her, but she let out a resistant squeak and brought her legs around my hips, pinning me inside her with her feet digging into the muscles of my backside.

My lips tipped up, and I leaned my forehead on hers as I moved rhythmically, the storm passed, and just the sweet, gentle lap of the waves remaining. It felt so damned good. I could have lived right there in that moment forever.

She took my face in her hands and brought my lips to hers, and we kissed long and deep and slow as I pressed and retreated, pressed and retreated.

I felt her toes curl against the naked skin of my ass and I groaned into her mouth. Even through the haze of bliss, my mind felt clearer than it had the first time I’d been inside her, and I thought dazedly, I love you, I always have.

Pleasure built and I thrust more quickly, Lia’s thighs tightening around my hips, her tongue sweet and wet, twisted up with my own.

I moaned deep and low, pressing myself into her as my second climax hit. “Oh, God, Lia,” I breathed as I lifted my mouth from hers, rotating my hips to squeeze out every last drop of the tingling pleasure.

We lay there for a moment, my rasping breaths calming, reality slowly trickling back in. She adjusted herself slightly beneath me and I realized I was probably crushing her where we lay on . . . my kitchen table. Oh holy hell.

I pulled back, sliding out of her and she made the same small mewling sound she’d made the first time I’d pulled from her body. The first time. I ran my hand through my sweat-drenched hair, my eyes widening as I blinked down at her. I’d just taken Lia’s virginity on my kitchen table like some out-of-control wild animal. Like some plundering Viking.

I pulled my pants up quickly, looking around at the clothes flung everywhere, the small glints of the buttons that had torn from her shirt when I’d ripped it open, the overturned chairs I didn’t even remember pushing away from the table with such apparent violence that they’d tipped over. God, I hadn’t even heard them clatter to the floor and that wouldn’t have been a soft sound. My eyes moved to the windows and I was relieved to see the curtains were shut tight.

People might have been banging at the front door for all I knew and I don’t think it even would have registered. How could it? I’d been with the girl I’d loved for years. Beautiful Lia. My Lia.

My eyes flew back to her and I couldn’t read the expression on her face. She looked shocked, but her eyes were still lazy with satisfaction. The way she glanced at me was shy and unsure and her cheeks reddened as she pulled her skirt down and slid to the edge of the table.

I gripped her upper arms gently as she put her feet on the floor, wobbling slightly and gazing up at me. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, putting her palms over her naked breasts, biting at her lip, and glancing around at the scattered clothes. “We, um, we . . .” She didn’t seem to know how to finish that statement and neither did I, although a few things came to mind: lost control . . . went a little crazy . . . I didn’t know if I’d use those phrases because they implied that I might make a different choice if I’d been thinking rationally, and that wasn’t true. I didn’t regret what we’d done. I only regretted how we’d done it, or rather, the fact that her first sexual experience would always be remembered as being ravaged by a wild beast on the edge of a kitchen table. Jesus.