She felt another rush of wetness between her legs and gasped softly, her eyes widening as she realized her body was preparing for his, readying itself, and barely able to keep another whimper from leaving her throat, she gave it permission, watching his eyes as the small sound of want pulled his eyes to her lips.
His right hand—his large, warm palm—slipped under the elastic, sliding slowly to her left breast, his fingers stopping when they found her bare nipple, swollen, yet firm, and he covered it with his palm, finally dipping his head and claiming her lips with his.
She moaned into his mouth, a sound of want and fury, as he squeezed her breast, his thumb rubbing mercilessly over her aroused flesh. Inserting his free fingers into the elastic, he raked the fabric down, the friction over her exposed nipple almost unbearable until his palm covered it, soothing it, both thumbs circling her pebbled flesh as she leaned into his touch.
His tongue swept between her lips, exploring the wet heat of her mouth as his hands slid lower, abandoning her breasts and pushing her romper over her waist, over her hips…his breath caught suddenly and he groaned as he realized she wasn’t wearing panties. Her romper fell to her ankles the flowered fabric soft and light around her bare feet as Preston caressed the skin of her back.
He leaned back to look into her eyes, and she’d never seem him so wild, so undone.
“So. Fucking. Hot,” he groaned, his panted speech choppy and awestruck.
“Take off your shirt,” she demanded, unable to wait for him much longer.
He reached behind his neck and a second later his shirt was on the floor. As she stared at the chiseled perfection of his bare chest, her fingers smoothed over the ridges and stopped at his belt, quickly unbuckling him, unbuttoning the top button and pulling down the zipper of his pants. He shoved them down his legs, stepping out of them, and Elise dropped her glance to his boxers. Hooking her thumbs in the sides, she pulled the fabric up and over his massive erection, staring at the veins that pulsed and jumped under her perusal.
“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.”