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.
She was unbelievably beautiful, trusting and responsive, and as much as he wanted her in every possible way, he reveled in this moment of bringing her to her first climax. Releasing her breast, he smoothed her hair from her forehead, leaned his head forward and whispered close to her ear, “Sweetheart, just let go.”
As if she’d been waiting for permission, her entire body tightened, crested, her hands reaching for his head and guiding his mouth to hers as a primal cry broke from the back of her throat. He swallowed the sound, stroking her tongue with his as she bucked against his hand. Her body trembled and shuddered beneath him and he gentled their kiss, brushing her lips tenderly before finally releasing them. She panted beside him, her chest rising and falling with the force of her orgasm, the rest of her body limp and sated.
“Pres….,” she moaned, the sound luxurious and deep, ending with a melodic sigh and soft, broken words she said over and over again. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know. I didn’t know…”
Sliding his hand from her panties, Preston wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest and dropping his lips to the back of her neck.
“Thank you for letting me be the first,” he murmured, his heart swollen with love for her.
Her breathing was slowing down, but he felt her heart under his arm where he held her tight. It still fluttered wildly, and he felt the slight jerk of aftershocks as she settled in his arms, snuggling back against him.
“Preston,” she whispered, sniffling softly. “That was so beautiful.”
“You were so beautiful. I could watch you a million times.”
“Stay with me tonight?” she asked him, placing her hands over his, just under her breasts Just when he thought she was asleep, she whispered on a sigh, “Stay with me every night.”
His eyes closed. Slowly. As they would at a long journey’s end, or when something he’d desperately hoped for against odds was finally his. For the foreseeable future, if not forever, he would hold her in his arms, his breath against her neck, the scent of their lovemaking surrounding them and the strong beat of his heart binding her body to his.
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