Proposing to Preston (The Winslow Brothers, #2)(37)
Step by step, he taught her how to undress a man, how to bare his body to hers. It was simultaneously terrifying and deeply arousing to take the lead with her tonight. Terrifying because it was so much responsibility to be someone’s first everything, and arousing because he was the first. She’d never been with anyone but him, which was so hot he had to force himself to stop thinking about it or his body would have expectations that their relationship wasn’t yet ready to meet.
As her finger trailed down the length of skin between the first and second buttons, he gasped softly, holding his breath, watching as her lips swept upward with a small, teasing grin. He’d been undressed by dozens of women in his life, more times than he could count. But Elise’s inexperience made tonight feel different. Hyper aware that everything was new for her, he found his own senses were sharper and his skin more sensitive—almost like it was his first time too, by proxy.
Reaching up, she smoothed his shirt over his shoulders, her palms gliding over the muscles in his arm and sending goosebumps down his spine. His shirt caught on his wrists, and he reached to unbutton it, but Elise intercepted his hand, pressing her lips to his fingers before unbuttoning the cuff on one sleeve and then the other. His shirt whooshed softly to the floor and unable to wait any longer, Preston let his eyes fall to her breasts.
Covered only with a black satin bra, the demi-cups overflowing with her flesh which was white in the moonlight, his chest clenched with something profound—something like pain or wonder, or pure, undiluted gratitude. Sliding his eyes back up to hers, he reached around her back and unclasped her bra, but left it in place so she could decide if she was ready to let him see her.
Breathing audibly in soft, quick pants, she dropped her eyes to his chest and reached forward to press her hands to his pecs, which he flexed reflexively. As she touched him, her bra straps drooped down her arms, catching in the pocket of her bent elbows. The black, satin cups clung precariously to her breasts. Slowly, and with as much respect and gentleness as possible, Preston reached for the straps and smoothed them the rest of the way down her arms, watching as her breasts were revealed in the moonlight—perfect white globes with dark pink areoles and taut, puckered nipples.
She dropped her hands from his chest to her sides so that the lingerie fell soundlessly to the ground, then raised her eyes to his. Even in the dim light, he could see a mix of emotions in them—her bravery, her fears, her arousal, her need for reassurance.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured, lifting his eyes as he cupped her face with his hands. With one step he was close enough to feel her nipples graze his bare chest, and his voice was raspy and low as he murmured, “You’re so beautiful, Elise. So, so beautiful.”
Her lips tilted up just a little at the corners and a small, soft sound of pleasure escaped from the back of her throat as he leaned down to kiss her, pulling her flush against him, the warm, pliant flesh of her breasts flattened against his chest for the very first time as his tongue slipped into her mouth. With his hands on her hips, he backed up to the foot of his bed, lying back and pulling her down with him.
She covered his body with hers, their lips still intimately connected as their tongues tangled, her breasts against his chest, her flat tummy pressed again his tight abdominal muscles, and the softness of her sex cradling his erection from above. Without releasing her lips, he scooted them both back and rolled her onto her back, lying on his side next to her, and kissing a path from her lips to her neck. Sliding his lips to the valley at the base of her throat, he rested them against her as he lifted his hand to caress the side of her breast then paused, waiting to be sure that she welcomed his touch.
With a soft, impatient whimper, she slipped her hands into his hair, her fingers flexing as she bowed her back and raised her breasts to him. Gently grasping the soft, supple skin, he plumped her breast with his hand before lowering his mouth to one straining nipple. His tongue circled the puckered bud and she gasped, the raw sound of pleasure making his eyes flutter closed as his lips sucked on her tender, rigid skin. Her fingernails razed his scalp as he shifted to her other breast, lapping at the stiff, pink flesh until she was writhing beneath him.
“Preston, I…I…” she moaned, panting between strangled sounds as he smoothed a hand over the warm, velvet skin of her belly, slipping under her black panties. He rested his palm over the soft thatch of curls, trying to steady his own breathing as he sucked her nipple back into his mouth and slid one digit between her soft, wet folds. She gasped, a sound of surprise and pleasure ending in a panted whimper as he circled her slick clit with his finger.
“Is this okay?” he whispered.
“Mm-hm,” she murmured, arching her hips just a little.
Preston licked his lips, sealing his mouth back over her nipple, unable to contain his own groan of satisfaction as he latched onto her sweet-smelling skin. He licked and stroked her in perfect harmony, trailing his lips through the valley of her breasts and sucking her nipple between his lips as his finger glided across the hot, slippery bud of her clit, his tongue above matching the rhythm of his finger below, stroking and licking until Elise was arching her back off the bed.
“Pres, help me…I can’t—” she cried, clutching at the sheets by her hips and twisting them in her fists.
Still rubbing her sensitive flesh with his finger, he raised his head to look at her face. Her head was thrown back into his pillow, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, and tears escaped from the corners of her eyes.