“Are you sure? I mean, do you want me to touch you here?” he asked as he guided one of his hands up toward her breast, squeezing the mound until her nipple pebbled beneath his touch. “Or would you rather I touch you here?” Preston added as he slid his palm between her legs, right where she craved him most. Shelly’s body instantly responded, wetness pooling at her center as her back arched.
“Yes!” she cried out to Preston’s answering chuckle.
Her hips bucked against his hand as Preston stroked her center covered in lace. Shelly closed her eyes as she focused on the feel of Preston’s fingers. Suddenly she felt him draw down the cup of her bra before sealing his lips around her nipple. His tongue swirled around the sensitive skin as a moan escaped between her lips.
“God, I bet you’re just as sweet as your skin,” he murmured against her chest.
Shelly watched as her nipple was left cold and exposed to the evening air as Preston slipped toward her core. She should have expected him to strip away her panties, but as he drew the yellow fabric down her legs, Shelly felt her body go on alert. She felt open and vulnerable and exposed as he spread her legs apart, taking in her sex with an expression she couldn’t name.”
“Such a pretty pussy,” he stated as he glided a finger through her slick folds. Her body felt as if it was on fire and there was only one way to extinguish the burn, but Preston seemed to enjoy torturing her as he brought his wet finger to his mouth. He closed his eyes as he savored her juice on his tongue and she had never seen anything more erotic.
Preston's eyes burst open in a fraction of a second; flames flickered in his heated stare. “Fuck,” he growled before launching himself at her center. Shelly should have been shocked, but instead, she found herself responding in earnest. As his lips and tongue suckled at her swollen folds, Shelly latched her hand into his hair, holding the dark blond strands between her fingers as she rocked her body against his mouth.
Shelly had never been as bold as at that moment. Her body was building and growing in need as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud of her clit.
“Preston,” she cried as she flew closer to her peak. He sensed her want and guided a finger deep within her channel as he rubbed her swollen pearl with his thumb.
“Oh. Oh!” Her cries ricocheted around the room as she exploded by his touch. Preston had sent her careening over the crest of her orgasm and left her floating into oblivion as her body tried to piece itself back together.
Sighing, Shelly said, “That was. . .”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he stated. The corners of Preston’s mouth tilted up in a salacious grin and Shelly felt her muscles tighten up all over again. “I’m just getting started.”
Chapter Eight
Preston couldn’t believe his luck as this angel willingly gave herself over to him. He didn’t know what caused her to change her mind, but he wasn’t going to give her up even if the house burned to the ground around him. Shelly was an enigma that he couldn’t wait to solve as he unraveled each delectable piece.
The yellow lace she wore reminded him of a Christmas ribbon that needed to be untangled before he could savor the gift inside. And what a gift she was. Her skin reminded him of the most delectable morsel of chocolate against the stark white duvet on his bed. He had already tasted how sweet she was and he wanted to spend the rest of the night taking pleasure in her flavor.
Boldly, Shelly slowly glided her foot from the back of his short-covered thigh up to his backside, tugging his body closer to hers. Reaching over his shoulder, he yanked his T-shirt over his head and threw it into the room. Soon his chest would be resting against hers, Shelly’s soft, warm skin converging with his. He almost groaned at the thought.
The erection tucked into his boxer briefs strained within its confines, pulsating with need. It felt like heavy bricks between his legs and Preston sought relief and could only feel satisfaction from Shelly and Shelly alone.
Her hands had come apart from their placement above her head, but he couldn’t fault Shelly. He had been just as lost in the feelings of the moment as she had been. One of Shelly’s hands clenched the bla
nket beside her, and as her gaze seared his chest, he knew she was doing her best to hold herself back.
“Touch me,” he commanded and her hand quickly shot out to stroke the ripples in his abdomen.
A rumble sounded in his chest at the feel of her delicate fingers tracing indistinguishable lines on him. Her fingers stopped their movement, and he looked down to find her hand hovering just above the button of his shorts, silently asking for permission, just as he had earlier.
“Take them off.”
Shelly sat up on the bed, bringing her face inches away from his chest. Preston watched her trembling fingers unlatch the button of his shorts, then tug the zipper downward. He reached for the waistband of the shorts and boxers, only to have her shake her head.
“No, I want to do it.”
She slowly guided the shorts downward with a tender touch until they fell in a pool at his feet. Her eyes bulged as she noticed the sizable swell behind the black cotton. Preston stood there anxiously awaiting her next move, praying that she’d release him sooner rather than later.
Surprising him, Shelly licked her lips as she trailed her fingers back and forth along the waistband, dipping her fingers beneath the elastic with every pass. The tip of her pointer stroked against the head of his cock, poking through the top.
After what felt like hours, she slowly guided the boxers down his legs, where he kicked them free. His dick bobbed in front of her body and Shelly surprised him as she wrapped her diminutive hand around the shaft, drawing out a hiss from behind his teeth.
“It’s so hard,” she whispered to herself, but Preston could hear the words above his own heavy breathing. A bead of moisture escaped the slit at the top of his mushroom head and Shelly gave him the most sensational feeling of pleasure as she rubbed her thumb across the warm liquid and spread it around.
“Can I?” she asked as she shifted her eyes toward him, stroking her hand up and down his hardness. But she didn’t wait for his answer as she leaned forward and wrapped those delectable lips around the tip, her eyes never leaving his.
Preston was so lost in her gaze that he hadn’t realized he was gripping the back of her head, guiding her movements up and down his shaft. He tried to pull his hand away, not wanting to feel as if he was controlling her, but Shelly released the grip she had on his backside and urged his hand back on her head. She released his shaft so that he alone directed the pace and movement. Stealthily she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, slipping the straps down her shoulders and fully releasing her glorious breasts. Using his free hand, he reached out and cupped one, stroking the nipple with his thumb