Page 64 of Bright Lights and Summer Nights

Emma spreads her legs open for me, her fingers drifting between her thighs once again. I love that she doesn’t wait or try to drag this out. It’s evident she’s as ready for this as I am.

She takes me by surprise by grabbing me and beginning to pump up and down my length. She’s so eager for me, and I love it. Her pace is quick and rushed, even though it doesn’t need to be. I don’t care where we are right now, I’m still going to take my time with her and enjoy every second of this finally happening between us.

“Ready, baby?” I ask, leaning in to kiss her. I’ll never tire of the taste of her. The crazed way she kisses me back is something that’ll stay burned in my mind far beyond this week.

“Yes.” She sighs against my lips as I brush the tip of my cock through her wetness.

“You’re nice and ready for me, aren’t you?”

She nods, and my tongue dances in her mouth as I give her exactly what she wants. I run my cock again through the wetness between her thighs, and when I feel like it is wet enough to slide into her easily, I line it up with her perfectly. With one small push of my hips, I’m finally inside her.

We taste each other’s groans at the feeling of our bodies finally being linked. She’s tight around me, but it doesn’t stop her from moving her hips to get more.

“Fuck.” I groan, my forehead finding hers. We stay in that position for a moment, both of us trying to calm our racing hearts. Our breaths fall in sync, her chest rising and mine falling and vice versa.

I’m not even halfway inside her, and I can’t shake how right this feels. It’s like she was made for me and I was made for her.

“More,” Emma pants. She kisses me hungrily, like she’s trying to get as much of me as possible.

I pull away but don’t break contact for long. “I’m trying to let you adjust to me, baby.” My lips trail along her jaw. I nip and suck at her soft skin, wanting to leave my mark anywhere I can.

“No,” she pleads, grinding her hips. “More, Preston. Please.”

The way she says please snaps my resolve. “You want more?” I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck to cradle her head. My other hand presses to her chest as I push her body onto the table.

She allows me to lay her flat. I make sure she’s comfortable before moving my hands to her hips. I hold on to them, committing the slight curves of her body to memory. Slowly, I coax myself in another inch, feeling her tighten around me.

My hands find her breasts. I cup them in each hand, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She writhes under my touch, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. I use the chance to seat myself deep inside her.

“Oh my…” Her words trail off.

“You said you wanted more.” My voice is hushed and strained. I’m unable to make any more sound than that. Not when her cunt is hugging me so perfectly. “I won’t just give you more. I’ll give you every fucking inch of me.”

She lets out a loud, unrestrained whimper.

I groan, having to pause for a moment because of how good it feels. I need to get ahold of myself. I don’t want to rush things between us, and she feels too fucking perfect that I’m worried if I begin to rock in and out of her, I won’t be able to last long.

I take it slow, grinding my hips only the smallest amount. I knew she’d feel like heaven, but this—us together—it’s even better.

“Yes,” Emma pants when I pick up the pace.

I pull her all the way to the edge of the table, wanting to get as deep as possible. Even this position doesn’t feel deep enough. I need more of her. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like I have enough.

Without pulling free from her, I reach to the table next to us and grab the pillow at the end of it.

“Lift,” I demand, my finger tapping her hip.

“What?”

A low growl comes from deep in my chest. “Lift your hips, baby.”

She groans as if she’s annoyed I’m talking instead of rocking in and out of her. I laugh, knowing things are about to feel even better for her. Despite her low groans of protest, she lifts her hips slightly. I slide the pillow underneath her, allowing me even deeper inside her.

“Oh my god.” Her voice comes out like a high-pitched cry. “You’re so deep.”

I hook my arms around her thighs and spread them open, giving me the perfect view of my cock moving in and out of her. “You like taking all of my cock?” I growl, my hips beginning to move at a punishing rhythm. “You do, don’t you? Because you’re a greedy slut who can’t get enough.”

“Preston.” My name falls from her lips loud and unapologetically.

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