“Wha—what—wha—” he stammers as his eyes roam every inch of me, and it’s cute that he’s speechless.
“I don’t want to play board games or cards right now,” I intone quietly, shivering when a breeze picks up.
Preston kicks the door shut. He does it so hard, the whole house rattles. “Are you sure about this? I can wait.”
“Well, I can’t. I won’t. Do you want me or not?”
“More than anything.”
“Then have me already.”
He pulls the fake lip ring off and sets it on the table. With quick fingers, he unbuttons his flannel shirt. After he’s bare from the waist up, his hands go to his belt. There’s jingling and the sound of leather sliding against leather.
The anticipation is unbearable.
Wiggling my toes against the wood floor, I try to stay in place while Preston undresses.
Once his pants are gone, I see a distinct bulge straining underneath the dark fabric of his black boxer briefs.
Like a predator on the prowl, Preston stalks toward me. I back up. He keeps coming, leading me to where he wants me.
The back of my thighs meet the mattress, but I stand my ground. I want Preston to unleash his self-control. At some point, he’s going to have to stop treating me like a delicate little flower.
I’ll push him until he can’t stand it anymore.
Slow and gentle, he reaches up to my hair. Removing the bobby pins one at a time, he lets my braided hair loose. His fingers shake when he takes out the rubber ties, and a quaking breath leaves his lungs as he finger-combs my wavy hair.
He’s still holding back, his spine straight and rigid, his shoulders squared.
I run a fingertip over his length on the outside of his briefs. He’s so big, the head of his dick is peeking out of one of the leg holes.
When I graze the slit, it’s wet and slippery. I hold my finger up. “What’s this?”
“Precum. It happens when men are really aroused.”
With a naughty smile on my face, I bring my fingertip to my tongue and taste him.
Preston’s eyes flare with heat. Cupping my shoulders, he tries to urge me backward.
I resist.
“Get on the bed,” he demands, his voice a low growl.
“Make me,” I whisper back.
Before I know what’s happening, Preston’s arms are scooping me up and setting me down. The springs beneath me squeak when I bounce a little.
His body descends on mine, and he presses a hard kiss to my mouth. The kiss changes when he pushes his tongue past my lips, going from desperate and clumsy to slow and calculated.
Kissing along my jaw, he brings his mouth to a place on my neck that makes tingles spread over my entire body.
Preston’s breathing is ragged by my ear when he says, “You’ve been teasing me for months, baby. You like driving me crazy?”
All I can do is nod and swallow.
My legs fall open, and I gasp when his body fits against mine. I can feel his hardness between my thighs.
I’m pulsing there.
Throbbing.
Needing relief, I start rocking my hips to get some pressure and friction. I make a desperate sound because it feels so good, yet it’s not enough.
Braced on his elbows, Preston lifts his head to gaze down at me. There’s a war of tenderness and needy lust in his gaze.
And something else.
Love?
I don’t have time to analyze it further, because he shoves his boxers down and his cock springs out. It bobs up and down between us, the head purple and swollen.
Again, I’m a bit shocked by how large it is. I’ve already seen it and held it in my hand, but it looks bigger in daylight. And soon, it’s going to be inside me.
“It’s gonna hurt,” Preston warns me.
I gulp. “Hurt bad?”
“I’ll try my best to make it easy on you.” After he’s as naked as I am, he glances back at his pile of clothes on the floor in the middle of the room. “I need to get something from my pants.”
“What?”
“Condom. I got it from Jay.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want it.”
Preston looks at me like I’m a mischievous kid. “You could get pregnant.”
“So?” I defiantly lift my chin to hide that fact that I’ll be hurt if denies me this. “You don’t want a baby with me?”
His expression holds so much affection when he replies, “Of course I do. If I’ve seemed hesitant about anything with you, it’s because I’m looking out for your best interests. I’m older than you. I’ve got an entire life of mistakes under my belt—mistakes that were learning experiences. You haven’t had that, and…” He glances away. “I don’t want you to look back on this in a couple years and feel like I was one of your mistakes.”
“Preston, Ethan, or whoever you are—I won’t ever regret you. I…” My voice dies away as I gather some courage. “I love you.”
Blinking, his eyes are full of shock as he stares at me. From the turmoil of confusion and surprise on his face, I’m guessing no one’s ever said that to him before.
Suddenly, Preston’s kissing me, with the full weight of his body bearing down on me. Yet I don’t feel smothered. I feel safe.
“Say it again.” His request is rough with emotion as his warm breath caresses my chin.
“I love you.” I gently kiss his lips. “I love you. I love you. I lov—”
He cuts me off with another deep kiss.
It’s the best kiss we’ve had yet. Because although he isn’t saying the words, there’s love entwined with every stroke of his tongue, every nip of his teeth on my lips.
My heart is so full.
Preston’s chest brushes against mine while he situates himself between my legs. His smooth, hard cock nudges my clit. Taking his length in hand, he rubs the head up and down. Collecting some wetness at my entrance, he spreads it around. To get me wetter.
Just the thought of him pushing inside me does the trick. I feel a small gush, and I’m sure I’m dripping all over his dick.
“Look at that,” Preston groans softly as he gazes down between us. “See how you’re wetting my cock? You’re ready for me.” Positioning himself, he prods my tight hole. “Okay, baby. Just relax.”
At first, it’s just a stretch. Then there’s a sting and a burn as he pushes farther in. I try not to let my discomfort show, but I can’t help the whimper that escapes me.
Preston kisses me and whispers, “You’re so beautiful. I love how impulsive you are. I love how excited you are about life. I love that you sneeze when you lie. And I love you, Rosie. I love you.”
His declaration of love distracts me from the pain. I don’t even realize he’s worked himself all the way in until our pelvises touch.
Buried to the hilt, Preston stays still for a minute, kissing my face and stroking my hair.
Worshiping me.
“You feel so good,” he rasps. “Fuck, baby, fuck. I’ve waited my whole life for you.”
Soon, the burn turns into a pleasant heat, and there’s an urgency behind the pressure inside me.
I wiggle, needing him to move.
When he withdraws a little and drives back in, I choke out a gasp at the sensation of him hitting some spot deep in my body. A spot I didn’t know existed until now. He does it again and again, and the rhythm he sets makes the mattress start squeaking again.