Proposing to Preston (The Winslow Brothers, #2)(87)
“You’re as beautiful as I remember.” She sighed, skimming her eyes from his penis to his flat abs, to his rock hard pecs, back up to his face.
He stared back at her, his brows furrowed like he might be in pain, his hands in fists by the sides of his gloriously naked body.
“My memories don’t do you justice,” he said, his words soft, like a caress. “I have one soul. No one had it before me and no one gets it when I’m gone. But in this life, I give it to you. You own me, Elise.”
She reached for his face, palming his cheek, and he swept her into his arms.
“I love you,” she said. “Everything I am belongs to you.”
He nodded, placing her gently on the bed and covering her body with his. Elise bent her knees, making a cradle for him between her thighs, and felt the tip of his erection positioned at the entrance of her sex. But instead of plunging forward, as she wanted him to do, he dropped his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, his thumb and forefinger gently pinching the other as she writhed beneath him, trying to force him to slide inside of her.
“Please, Pres…” she moaned. “Please, it’s been so long…I want you…”
Leaning up on his elbows he looked down at her face. “I love you.”
Tears sprang into her eyes as he slowly inched forward, his thick heat stretching the walls of her sex and making her gasp in pain at first, then quickly in pleasure.
“Are you okay?” he panted. “It’s been a long time.”
She smoothed her hands down the hot, damp skin of his back, landing on his firm buttocks and digging her fingers into his skin to urge him forward.
“I want all of you,” she murmured, closing her eyes and pressing her head back into the pillow as he slid forward a little more. “I want to feel so full of you that I don’t know where you end and I begin. That’s how I want our marriage to be this time…with us…as one.”
Her words floated away on the last of her exhaled breath and Preston surged forward, burying himself inside of her to the hilt. A strangled groan emerged from his throat and he drew back, his erection sliding against the hot, trembling walls of her sex only to thrust forward again. Elise moaned, a swelling starting in her heart and spilling over into her belly, making her feel warm and full, gathering and building, tightening around him.
“Again,” she panted, and this time as he drew back and pushed forward, she raised her hips off the bed to meet him, and he groaned loudly, the very beginnings of a roar. His arms, which had been bent beside her head, slid under her neck and he crushed her chest with his.
“I dreamed of this,” he murmured, his lips close to her ear, his breathing jagged as his teeth bit down gently on her lobe. “I dreamed every night of you beneath me, sweetheart.”
“I love you, Pres. I love you with everything I am.”
He pulled back and surged forward again, cupping the back of her head tenderly, capturing her eyes with his. The swelling that had started in her heart had turned into a wave of trembling, quivering anticipation, and she whimpered loudly, holding on to his eyes for as long as she could. As he surged forward again, her eyes rolled back in her head and her entire body tightened to the point of rigidity. With a cry of delight, she exploded around him in a million points of pleasure, from the tips of her toes to the on her head, and everywhere in between…and all of it, every last bit of who she was, belonged to him. To Preston. To her husband.
“I love you!” he bellowed, sliding forward one last time and pulsing, hot and vital, into the deepest depths of her body, joining them together in every possible way, from now until the end of their days.
***
Hours later, when they’d made love twice more and showered together, Preston toweled off his wife, then wrapped her in a fluffy white towel, and carried her to their bed. Snuggling beside him, she shimmied out of the towel and pressed her naked back against his naked front. He pulled her against him, his arm over her hip, nestled under her breasts.
She sighed, a sound of pure happiness, and he held her tighter, profoundly aware of the second choice they’d found and taken, and committed to never taking a moment with her for granted.
It was dark in his room, and so quiet, he was sure she’d fallen asleep when he heard her voice, soft and low, say, “Pres?”
“I thought you were asleep.”
She shook her head against the pillow and her hair tickled his nose. “Not yet.”
“You okay?”
“I’m perfect,” she said, “except for one thing.”
“Whatever it is, I’ll fix it for you, I’ll get it for you, I’ll slay it for you, or buy it for you, or barter for it, or beg, borrow, or steal. Tell me what you need, sweetheart, and it’s yours.”
She turned in his arms and faced him, her breasts flush against his chest, her lips a breath away from his.
“I don’t want to be someone I’m not. I’m Elise Winslow. That’s who I am. That’s who I want to be to the whole world.”
“But we decided—”
“Marry me,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief and happiness as she reached for his cheek.
“Did you just propose to me?” he asked, grinning at her, his smile so wide it ached.
“Mm-hm,” she hummed, leaning forward to kiss his lips. “And your answer is…”