Chaos and Control(61)

His hands slide down each leg and bring my feet up to rest on his shoulders. I squirm beneath his gaze and feel like I’m going to implode if he doesn’t touch me where I need him to. My hips rock up off the bed, and I see him shake his head.

“I want your mouth on me,” I plead. “Please.”

Satisfied, Preston lowers his mouth to my flesh, and I exhale in relief. The combination of his lips and tongue, his hot breath and nipping teeth, have me spiraling out of control. I try to move against him, but he drapes an arm across my body and holds me in place. My moaning is out of control, and I feel like an overdramatic porn star, but I can’t help it. Every flick of his tongue, every brush of his beard between my thighs sends me higher and higher.

Blood whooshes through my ears, muffling the sounds in the room. My heart beats wildly, and the familiar tingling sensation starts in my fingers and toes. I am breathless and tense, my whole body blazing with a building fire. When he slides two fingers inside me, I am done. I cry out his name over and over, until I have to push his mouth away from my oversensitive body.

“That was,” I breathe. I shake my head, unable to define the best orgasm of my life.

“Beautiful,” he says. “I love watching you fall apart.”

I sit up, dropping my feet to the floor and pulling on his shoulders. “I love that you’re the one to make me fall apart. I have to say, I’m really surprised at how good you are at that.”

Preston frowns and cocks his head to the side.

“Not that you’d be bad at it. I just mean, well, I didn’t even know that was on the table, or if you’d ever done that before. Because of, you know…”

“My OCD? You can say it. It’s not a bad word.”

“I know that. I just don’t want to say the wrong thing. But look, I’ve already screwed up this fantastic orgasmic moment. I don’t care how you learned your technique. It was amazing.”

He smiles, showing off my favorite tiny creases in the corner of his eyes.

“I’m a guy. I watch a lot of porn.”

I laugh. “Of course you do. But porn rarely gets it right.”

“Well, I only study the greats,” he teases. “We’ll call it research.”

My lips meet Preston’s, and there is no hesitance there. I taste myself on his tongue, and it only makes me want him more. My hands find the edge of his shirt and lift it up, only breaking our kiss to remove it completely. Preston leans forward more, and I trap him between my knees.

“I need to touch you,” I say against his lips. “Let me touch you.”

He hesitates, but then nods his approval as my fingers push against the waist of his shorts. I move them down as far as I can reach and finish the job with my feet. His erection is hard and thick between us. I pause for a moment to take in all of Preston. He is so…pretty.

When my hand wraps around his hardness, Preston sits back onto his heels. His lips fall open as my hand slides up and down his length, bringing him pleasure for the first time. Preston rests his hands on his thighs, fingertips curled into his own flesh. He feels warm and heavy in my palm, smooth skin stretched tight. The muscles of his stomach flex with each strained breath. I am mesmerized by the way his body reacts to my touch. Preston’s grunts come faster now. I know he won’t last long.

I increase my efforts, alternating between watching his face and watching my hand work him over. I can’t decide which one I want to see more.

“Wren,” he says. “God, Wren.”

I smile at my name on his lips in this erotic prayer. I want to hear it again. Preston presses his forehead to mine and captures my lips. Our kiss is cut short when he cries out, his fingers curling into my waist.

“I can’t wait to have you inside me,” I whisper.

“Wren!” he shouts as he explodes inside and out.

I keep up my motion, making sure he’s satisfied. When I look up at his face, he is all pleasured smile and tranquility. He is gorgeous in his afterglow.

A few moments pass as we both catch our breaths. I wait for our time together to get awkward, but it never does. We are comfortable here. Preston pulls up his shorts and gestures to my now-soiled T-shirt.

“Sorry about that. I’ll grab you another.”

He stands and pulls a new T-shirt from his closet, tossing it on the bed. I strip out of the dirty one, and he takes it from me, his gaze on my chest.

“I’m up here,” I say, teasing. His eyes snap to mine, and he gives an apologetic grin.

“I’m just going to shower real quick.”

“Okay.” With high shoulders and the muscles of his neck corded and tense, I feel like he is fighting to keep it together. I look into his eyes, not knowing what he wants or needs from me.

“Don’t leave.”

“Okay,” I repeat, almost a whisper. His body seems to relax, and he gives me a crooked smirk and a nod. My heart pounds in my chest at the thought of staying here with him, at the mere idea that he wants me to.

“Will you stay?”

“I promise.” This time my voice is firm. I am stating loud and clear that I want to be here as much as he wants me here. When Preston disappears into the bathroom, I throw myself back onto his bed, a wide grin splitting my face. After a needed deep breath, I mouth the word “Yes!” over and over while kicking my feet and waving my arms around in victory.