Preston folded the crumpled sheets back and slid between the sheets in the bedroom, leaving an open spot for Shelly on the side closest to the window. He watched her turn off the light in the bathroom, the glow from the side lamp the only illumination in the room and he felt a calling for her deep within his soul.
“What time do you need to pick up Abel tomorrow?” he asked as he followed her movements around the bed. She didn’t strut like some of the other women he knew. Shelly was comfortable enough in her own skin but didn’t feel the need to show off. He genuinely liked that about her.
“Amy said around lunchtime. So, I get to sleep in for the first time in what feels like forever,” she explained as she slipped between the sheets, turning to face him.
“I’m not sure sleeping in is what we’ll be doing.” Preston moved closer to her, aligning their bodies. “I’m not sure we’ll be doing any sleeping at all, to be honest,” he clarified before meshing his mouth against hers and sliding his cock through the dampness between her legs.
Yeah, there wasn’t going to be much sleeping at all.
***
Shelly woke in what she thought was a dream-state. She was warm and cocooned in the arms of a man that held her so protectively that she was afraid to move. Except there was an incessant whine coming from downstairs that had been keeping her awake for the last few minutes.
“I was hoping maybe he would go back to sleep, but it appears he wants to use the bathroom.” Opening her heavy eyes, Shelly felt empty as Preston pulled his arms from around her and got up from the bed.
“I’ll be back in a minute. Try to go back to sleep.”
It was too bad that sleep wasn’t going to happen. Once she was awake, she always had a hard time falling back into slumber. When Abel was a baby, she had learned to survive on barely an hour or two of sleep due to the fact.
Preston stepped into a pair of sweats, sans underwear, then leaned over the bed to kiss her thoroughly before leaving the bedroom. She may not be able to go back to sleep, but if Preston wanted another repeat of what they had done all night, she was game. Even though her body was sore from all of the love-making, she was primed and ready for him again, which was something that had never happened to her before. Having an orgasm was like chasing a bigfoot through the forest. It was an elusive mystery that she could never capture. But oh how
Preston had proved her wrong over and over again. She lost track of how many orgasms he pulled from her after eight. But even more surprising was the fact that she had wanted and even initiated round after round of sex with him. Usually she was done after one, barely enjoying the experience to begin with, but with her sexy sheriff, she was one hundred percent addicted to him.
Which was bad news for her and she knew it. Last night was going to be a one-time thing. A bit of wild and crazy that left her feeling alive and renewed. But now she worried how reckless her one lapse of judgment seemed to be. Could she really have been so stupid to think that she could sleep with a man, Preston of all people, someone she was wildly attracted to, and go through the rest of her life like it was nothing?
What an idiot she had been because she knew without a doubt that she had opened herself up in a way she had never imagined, and that left him the ability to break her fragile heart piece by piece.
Shelly sat ruminating in her poor choice as Preston jogged back up the stairs, his heavy steps doing little to hide his eagerness to be with her. In a carefree moment, Preston jumped onto the bed, bouncing them both, and she couldn’t help but crack a smile.
“I figured you’re up and awake like me. And I also figured that we could spend the next few hours testing out a few of those positions from last night,” he said as he trailed his hand up her naked leg until his soft touch landed between her thighs. It took every ounce of willpower for Shelly to mask the delight she felt from his touch. “Or, we could eat some breakfast followed up by a personal buffet of you on my kitchen counter.”
“Either option sounds good to me,” she whispered as he sunk one of his fingers deep inside her channel. But then her stomach chose that moment to growl loudly, making the choice for them both.
“Breakfast it is,” he told her, pulling back from her body. “First I’ll make us some eggs and bacon, then I plan to fill myself with you for dessert.”
He moved off the bed then pulled the covers with him, exposing her to the chilled morning air.
“Preston!” she shouted.
“Come on lazy bones. Let’s get some food in you.” Preston walked to the side of the bed and lifted her off the mattress and over his shoulder, smacking her ass as he slid her down his body. The cock covered in sweats rubbed against her pussy as she slid down and she reached for the heavy erection, pulling it free from the material.
“Fuck,” Preston groaned as she walked toward the edge of the bed, her hand wrapped tightly around his shaft.
Unable to control herself, Shelly said, “How about we have dessert first?” Placing her feet on either side of her hips on the bed, she placed the tip of his cock against her slit. She knew he was holding back, trying to be a gentleman and feed her, but what she wanted was him, for as long as she could.
Gripping his taut ass in her hand, she yanked him forward, his cock slamming into her sex. The shred of control he held onto disintegrated as he pounded into her, and all thoughts of breakfast were quickly forgotten.
By the time they made it out of bed, lunchtime was approaching. Shelly needed to head back to the cabin to take a shower and change before picking up her son, but she was finding it incredibly difficult to leave Preston’s house. Every second they had was spent with their bodies intertwined and she wasn’t sure that she would ever recover.
He had attempted to make them sandwiches for the last hour but ended up feasting on her instead. And now she was going to have a hard time seeing his kitchen without memories of the way he had moaned as he licked her clean.
The way he stared at her from across the dining table left her squirming uncontrollably in her seat, which she knew Preston was aware of. The turkey she was eating tasted like sandpaper as the heat in his eyes distracted her. Shelly glanced at the clock on the wall and wondered if she had enough time to make love to him one last time, but her musings were interrupted as his cell phone rang in the kitchen where it was charging.
“I need to get that; I’ll be right back.”
She watched as he strode quickly into the kitchen and answered the call. Shelly wasn’t one to eavesdrop, but as Preston’s voice grew louder, she had difficulty trying to keep from listening in.
“I haven’t decided yet. Yes, I realize that I could help. Look, I’m just not sure if I want to go undercover again. Yes. Yes,” he paused before adding, “Yes, I understand. Thank you, sir.”