He kept me close as he turned his head and glanced toward the hallway. “Are you ready?”
I loved the way he was taking things slowly, but I was ready for him to take control. Questions were too hard. “Green, Sir.”
He smiled knowingly and nodded. The slap to my ass was unexpected, but had my sock-covered toes curling into the carpet as I moaned. Preston gave a wicked chuckle and did it again. “No more of that tonight, but if you’re a good boy this week, I’ll spank you again soon.”
I couldn’t decide if that made me embarrassed or aroused.
Deciding that it was probably both, but that I wanted it, I forced the embarrassment away. “Thank you, Sir.”
It’d been the most insane, incredible thing ever, and I wasn’t going to hide that from him and deny myself something that felt so good. My nerves had been on edge for hours, but once it was over, all I could remember was the peace and utter bliss that had drifted through me like I was on a cloud made of pure pleasure.
When something was that perfect, I shouldn’t feel embarrassed.
It might take some time before I completely accepted it, but I’d repeat it over and over until I couldn’t remember what I’d been embarrassed about to begin with.
Preston kneaded my still-sensitive ass but kept to his decision not to spank me again. My ass would appreciate that tomorrow, but at that moment, it was hard to remember why another spanking was a bad thing.
Continuing to move us down the hall, all I felt as we got closer to my room was excitement and love. I’d always thought I’d be nervous or worried at this point, but I was with Preston. There was nothing I had to worry about.
Even if everything got overwhelming, I knew I could trust him to take control.
I could trust him with everything.
My fears.
My body.
My desires.
My love.
That thought had me tripping over my own feet, looking like an idiot. Preston’s hold kept me upright, but he looked so worried I felt even more stupid. “I’m fine.”
I could see the concern in his eyes, so I kept going. “I just got distracted by a thought. I’m good.”
That made him smile. “Just good?”
I groaned but played along. “I’m fabulous.”
I tried to picture what Eli would say, but my brain really didn’t work that way. Instead, I wrapped my arms around him as we stood in the hallway and gave him a smile I knew was probably more sweet than sexy. “I can’t wait to make love with you.”
Ignoring the blush I knew was spreading over my cheeks, I leaned close and kissed him gently.
Preston relaxed his grip on me and brought one hand up to my face. “Whatever my sweet boy wants.”
I knew there were sexy things I could’ve said to tease him about all the crazy things that I really did want, but all I could do was blush and hold him. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to the point where I could tease him about all the dirty things in my head, but I sent out a prayer to the universe that he’d be able to guess.
Preston finally nodded and kissed me tenderly one more time before we both started moving again. As we entered the dark room where the only light was the faint glow of the streetlights, Preston’s hands went to my shirt and he stripped it over my head before I could even blink.
Laughing, I leaned into his touch as he stroked over my chest, letting his fingers skim over my ribs and down my waist.
“I’ve wanted to do that for hours.” He leaned in and kissed the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulders. I would have shivered, but he pinched down on my nipples, making me cry out and arch into his touch. “You’ve been wearing too many clothes.”
His teeth nipped at my skin, making me moan as he rubbed circles around my nipples. “I thought about stripping you down at dinner and spreading you out on the table. I bet you’d be a delicious buffet for me.”
A flash of pain and pleasure burst through me as he pinched down on my nipples again. “Sweet in places and spicy in others…I can’t wait to find them all.”
All I could do was moan and press closer to his touch as he played with me. Preston seemed to soak up every moan and needy sound that escaped out of me. “Oh, cutie, you’re so beautiful like that. Who would have thought my shy boy liked pain so much?”
