Oh, wow.
My chest tightened, and I couldn’t breathe. What was he doing to me?
Resuming his earlier actions, he pulled the pants down my legs, leaving me completely bare before him. Sitting back on his heels, he scanned my body from head to toe.
“You’re so beautiful it hurts, Lucy.” He must have seen the doubt on my face because he asked, “How can I prove it to you?”
Nudging a knee between my open thighs, I couldn’t resist the urge to grind against him, needing friction almost as much as I needed air. Lowering his body over mine, he dropped hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, around the outside curves of my breasts, and across my belly, before peppering kisses down my thighs until he reached my feet. It didn’t escape my notice that the two places he skipped were my nipples and pussy—the two places most desperate for his attention.
“Baby, I will worship every inch of this body and take nothing for myself if it means you can understand that you’re the most stunning creature to ever walk this planet, and for some reason, I’m the lucky bastard you’ve chosen to gift yourself to.”
“Please,” I whispered desperately, his words stealing the breath from my lungs. “I need you too badly.”
“Then say it.”
Closing my eyes, I whispered, “I’m beautiful.” Like any woman, I played the comparison game and knew I had flaws. I wasn’t perfect by any means.
“No. Eyes on me.” When I forced my eyes open, he commanded, “Say it again.”
That’s when it dawned on me. I could list every imperfection I had, but in his eyes, I was beautiful. It reaffirmed everything I worked for—men loved the woman within, making her even more attractive to them. It didn’t matter if their size and shape changed over time, they still found the woman they loved stunning.
But Preston didn’t love me. He couldn’t. It was too soon. Or maybe it was too soon for me to put how I felt about him into words. Either way, it just didn’t seem possible.
“I’m waiting.” Preston squeezed my foot, his eyes seemingly staring into my soul with their intensity.
This time, there was no hesitation. “I am beautiful.”
He didn’t falter as he reaffirmed, “So beautiful, Lucy.”
A wave of something warm washed over me, but I couldn’t name it. Instead, I begged, “Take off your pants.”
“Is that a direct order?” he teased.
“It’s whatever gets you naked faster,” I huffed out, frustrated and needy for him.
“Well, when you put that way, how can I say no?” Without further delay, he stood, hooking both thumbs into his flannel pajama pants, drawing them down his legs, and taking his boxer briefs with them. His erection bobbed as it was released, and I groaned, desperate to feel him inside me. Hearing the sound, his eyes flashed to mine, and he smirked. “Like what you see?”
I moaned at his words. “Not interested in seeing. Make me feel. Please, Preston.”
Gripping his length, he stroked it a few times, teasing me, but when I started to move toward him, he rejoined me on the bed, his dick pressing against my clit as our bodies aligned. Arching my back, I shifted my hips, trying to line him up enough to feel him slip inside.
“Careful, sweetheart. Let me take care of you first.”
My head thrashed against the bed, and the thrusting of my hips became more insistent. “No. I need you now. Please don’t make me wait.”
He kissed me deeply, which only ratcheted up my need for him. I felt his hand graze over my hips and between my thighs, slipping easily through my folds.
Ripping his lips from mine, he growled, “Fuck, Luce. You’re so damn wet already.”
“If you don’t get inside me right now,” I panted, “I will flip you over and take what I need.”
His thumb passed over my throbbing clit, and I gasped as he teased me with his fingers. “Well, that doesn’t sound so bad either. Maybe next time, though.” Those were the last words he said before he removed his hand and penetrated me with aching slowness.
“Yes,” I hissed when he was fully seated to the hilt.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned in response before rocking his hips gently, igniting a fire within my blood.
Our bodies moved together in a slow, sensual dance—the same dance humans have been participating in since the beginning of time. It was primal. It was intoxicating. And it was maddening, all at the same time.
