The Private Serials Box Set(35)

“You’re soaked,” he whispered against my neck. One of his fingers moved the cotton panel to the side and slowly slid into me. I gasped and my hands moved up above my head instinctively. Then another finger joined the first and he started pumping in and out of me, his mouth still assaulting my neck. His other hand moved between my back and the mattress, unhooking my bra effortlessly, and I moved quickly to get it off.

His eyes fell to my bare breasts and his cock jumped against my thigh.

“I need you,” I mewled, thrusting my hips up to meet his hand. I cried out when his teeth gently pulled on my nipple, but it wasn’t nearly enough. “Preston,” I groaned.

In one moment, he was gone, his weight lifted from me, his hand missing from inside me. Then he pulled off my panties and tossed them to the floor. My eyes found his and I watched his face as he moved over me, the tip of him pressing up against my opening. I kept my eyes on his, our gaze never leaving one another’s, as he slowly pressed his cock into me. I gasped at the feeling of him, hard and warm, stretching me, feeling fuller than I ever could have anticipated.

“Oh, God,” I rasped. “It’s so good.”

When he was fully seated in me, when I could feel him nudging the deepest part of me, I sighed and his face found the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, his hot breath against my neck. After a moment, he placed sweet kisses along my shoulder and whispered, “I’m going to move now.”

I didn’t have time to respond before he slowly pulled out, so I could feel every nuance and ridge of him sliding against me. When he was nearly all the way out, with just the head of him left inside, he moved swiftly back in, causing my breath to fall away, my legs to pull up along his hips, and my back to arch all the way off the bed. It was magnificent.

“Sweet Jesus,” he grunted. “Lena, you’re perfect.”

“Mmmhmm…” was all I could manage as he continued his rhythm of thrusting in and out. His hands moved all over me, from my thighs to my breasts, my neck to my wrists. He was everywhere and I was floating on a cloud, simply chasing all the sensations my body was reacquainting with. It had been a long time since a man had touched me, but my body had never felt this way before. I tried to tell myself it was just because it had been so long since I’d been with a man, but my mind argued it wasn’t the feeling of the hands running over my breasts, it was the man the hands belonged to that was eliciting this response from me.

At first, he was slow and gentle. I felt as if we were just getting used to each other, to the way we made each other’s bodies feel. But after we were familiar, he took liberties and I let him. He arranged me how he wanted me, praising me every time he found something new that pleased him.

He put one of my ankles over his shoulder and groaned with relief, like he’d been waiting for that very moment his whole life. He placed both of my legs over his shoulders, my ankles resting on their breadth, he couldn’t hold back his audible pleasure when he sank into me fully.

“Fuck, I’m so deep. And you’re so tight.”

Again, all I could do was moan in agreement. He was deep, so deep it nearly hurt, but it was a good pain, and I knew I’d be so happy to be sore in the morning if this was how I’d earned it. I felt the tightening between my legs, throughout my back, arching all the way up to my neck. I knew I was getting close to orgasm, and I reached between us to urge myself over the cusp.

“Touch yourself, baby,” he said as he watched my hand disappear. “Rub your clit and make yourself come.”

As my fingers found my aching clit, my body bucked against the sensation, my hips jumping up to meet Preston’s strokes, and I writhed that way until I finally broke through, falling madly from the high of the orgasm. Tingles made their way through my whole body and I shook with release. My * clenched down on his cock, pulsing, gloriously trying to hang on to him. Preston f*cked me all the way through my climax, cursing through clenched teeth.

“Fucking Christ, Lena. That was the most beautiful goddamned thing I’ve ever seen.”

I couldn’t speak, hadn’t found my voice yet, so I just thrust my hips up to him again, not wanting him to stop. I wanted him to find the same euphoria I had, wanted him to use me to get there. I moved my legs down to his waist and wrapped my ankles around it, pulling him into me, and allowing me to meet him thrust for thrust, grinding my hips up to meet his.

His eyes rolled back in his head and I knew he was feeling my * wrapped around him, even wetter with my climax, warm and damp, gripping him.

“I want you to come, Preston. Tell me how to get you there,” I pleaded with him. He growled in response, and then moved down over me, his hands sliding underneath me, gripping my shoulders, pulling me onto him even harder. I gasped at the new sensation. Then he lost himself in me. He was moving with purpose now, not just to make us feel good, but to find that release. I did everything I could to help, even if it was a selfish ploy. His cock felt magnificent grinding into me, thrusting in and out, reaching every spot inside which ached for him.

He pistoned in and out at a rapid pace, his breath coming faster and faster, and then he bit into my shoulder, just hard enough to cause me to cry out. The speed and angle at which he hit me was just enough to send me spiraling into another trembling orgasm, and I heard him grunting and knew he’d found his release as well.

My core pulsed around him, jolt after jolt of pleasure making me clench around him, all the while feeling him twitch inside me, emptying himself into me; it was the most erotic and glorious feeling I’d ever experienced.