The Private Serials Box Set(78)

I opened and slid my mouth all the way down his shaft until I wasn’t sure I could take him any deeper, then used my hand to make up the difference, stroking him up and down as my mouth took long, sucking drags over him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, leaning a hand against the wall of the shower, then taking his other hand and pushing the hair out of my face, which had been moved there by the water from the showerhead. “You look so perfect like this, sweetheart, with your mouth wrapped around me.”

“Mmm,” I mumbled my response, and as my voice vibrated against him his eyes rolled back and his head leaned to the side.

His taste was addictive and manly. Clean. When he started to taste more of salt, I knew he was getting closer, so I picked up my pace and moved my free hand from his thigh to his balls, rolling them in my palm. I squeezed them, then tugged gently while sucking hard on the length of him, pulling him slowly out of my mouth.

“Shit, shit, shit. Lena, baby, stop.” His hips jerked back from me, pulling himself out of my mouth completely, and his hands were pulling me up to my feet. “Christ,” he said, running both of his hands over my hair, pushing the water out of my face. Then he dipped, sliding my panties down my legs, leaving them in a pile on the floor of the shower. “I’ve been away from you for two months. I’m not about to come in your mouth the first time we’re together again.” He stood and his hand moved down, grabbing my leg behind my knee, pulling it up above his hip, and he pressed me back up against the wall.

I could feel him hard between my legs, just at my entrance, and my hips instinctually tilted forward in offering, wanting him inside me desperately.

“Preston,” I whispered. I needed him but couldn’t get the words to form.

“Shh shh, I know.” His other hand came up to cup my breast, his fingers lightly brushing over my nipple, tugging gently. Then, suddenly, his mouth captured my breast, pulling and sucking on my nipple, eliciting a guttural groan from me. I was panting as I slid my hands over his shoulders, then dug my fingers into him when his teeth bit into my flesh, sending sharp, painful pangs through me, only to be soothed immediately by the warmth of his tongue. “God, I’ve missed your body, Lena,” he said against my skin. His hand left my breast and traveled down my belly, finding my cleft. He didn’t hesitate one second and slid a finger inside, both soothing and aching, creating an inferno.

“Please,” I begged him.

“I thought about you every second of every day. And your body was one of the things I thought about the most. I couldn’t get you out of my head. Couldn’t forget the way your * felt against my fingers, the way it gripped my cock when you came, the sounds you made when I finger-f*cked you like this in that closet.” He looked into my eyes, slipping another finger into me, curling them both, and making me whimper. “Tell me you thought about me too.”

“Yes,” I agreed, immediately. I’d do anything he wanted, just as long as he never stopped touching me.

“Tell me what it was like to be away from me.” He widened his stance in the shower, giving himself more leverage to push his fingers even deeper into me, using more pressure on the spot that drove me absolutely crazy.

I looked into his eyes and I knew he was hurting, needed reassurance that he wasn’t alone in his feelings for the last two months.

“I was broken,” I cried. “Shattered.” I breathed the words out and nearly saw the weight lift off his shoulders. It was what he needed, to know I was just as lost as he was while we were apart. That without him, I was in pieces.

“I’m about to f*cking fix you.” His hand was gone in an instant, and then, suddenly, I was full. He thrust inside of me, just once, with such force I cried out, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and holding on. He pushed into me and then stilled, deep inside. We were both still, the only movement our breaths, and I was simply remembering what it was like to feel like all of him fit inside of me perfectly. I was so deliciously full, stretched exquisitely over him, and it was the most glorious feeling.

“No no no,” I said, panicked when he started to pull out. “I’m not ready. Just, let me…”

“Shhh,” he hushed me, swiping the hair off my face again. “I’ve got you.” Then he pressed a sweet and soft kiss against my mouth. His tongue swept slowly over my lips and I opened for him, welcoming him in, tasting him. As he kissed me, he slowly lifted my other leg and I wrapped them both around his waist, letting him pin me against the wall completely. He pulled away, but only far enough to speak, his forehead still pressed against mine. “I’m going to move now, okay?”

I nodded, thinking I was ready for it, but gasped when he pulled out just slightly. My nerves were shot, every fuse inside me blown, all the synapses firing all at once. I was so keyed up; I could feel my impending orgasm just waiting for me, mocking me, teasing me.

He was moving so slowly; it was agonizing. He pulled out, then slid in, dragged back out. I could hardly take it any longer.

“Please…faster…”

He sped up his thrusts, building a tempo, drilling into me, his mouth finding every surface available to assault, his hands gripping my thighs, supporting my weight.

I was hanging on the edge of my orgasm, keening against his throat, trying desperately to find the release my body was thirsting for.

“Lena, f*ck, you’re so sexy. Reach down and touch yourself. Make yourself come.” I didn’t need any more instruction than that. My hand found its way between us, and feeling him sliding in and out of me was almost enough to throw me over the cliff, but my finger started circling and a loud moan escaped me.