Page 19 of Merry with a Tycoon

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin.

My hands roam over his broad shoulders, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt. I tug at the fabric, suddenly desperate to feel his skin against mine. Preston pulls back just long enough to shed his shirt before capturing my lips again in a searing kiss.

As his hands slowly begin to unbutton my dress, he pauses, searching my eyes. “Are you sure about this?”

In answer, I pull him down for another passionate kiss. Any remaining doubt disappears, and all I want right now is him. With me. Doing things to me that I’ve only dreamed of.

As Preston’s fingers resume their task, deftly undoing each button. His lips follow the path of newly exposed skin, leaving a trail of kisses down my chest. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.

“God, Crystal,” he breathes against my collarbone. “The sounds you make... you drive me crazy.”

His hands slide under my back, unclasping my bra with practiced ease. As he slowly peels the garment away, I fight the urge to cover myself. Preston must sense my hesitation because he pauses, lifting his gaze to meet mine.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, his eyes roaming over my body with undisguised appreciation.

His words embolden me, and I reach for his belt, fumbling slightly with the buckle. Preston helps me, and soon we’re both stripped down to our underwear. He hovers over me, his eyes dark with desire. I can feel the heat of his body, the hardness of him pressed against my thigh. My breath catches as his hand trails down my stomach, fingers playing with the waistband of my panties.

“May I?” he asks, voice husky.

I nod, lifting my hips to help as he slowly slides the fabric down my legs. The cool air hits my heated skin, making me shiver. But then Preston’s warm hands are on me again, caressing my thighs as he settles between them.

He drops a soft kiss on my inner thigh, then another higher up. My fingers clutch at the sheets as his mouth moves closer to where I ache for him. When his tongue finally makes contact, I cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“You taste divine,” he murmurs against me before diving back in with renewed fervor.

I lose myself in the sensations as Preston’s tongue works its magic. My hips move of their own accord, seeking more of that exquisite friction. One of his hands slides up my body to cup my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple. The dual stimulation has me gasping, teetering on the edge of bliss.

“Preston,” I moan, tangling my fingers in his hair. “Oh god, don’t stop.”

He hums against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. His free hand joins his mouth, fingers sliding inside me as his tongue focuses on that bundle of nerves. The coil of tension in my core winds tighter and tighter until finally, it snaps.

I cry out as waves of ecstasy wash over me, my back arching off the bed. Preston doesn’t let up, drawing out my orgasm until I’m trembling and oversensitive. Only then does he slowly kiss his way back up my body, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.

When he reaches my lips, I taste myself on his tongue. It’s intoxicating. I pull him closer, suddenly desperate to feel all of him.

“I need you,” I whisper against his mouth. “Please.”

Preston groans, his hips rocking against mine. “Are you sure?”

In answer, I reach between us to stroke him through his boxer briefs. He hisses in pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When they open again, they’re dark with need.

“Wait,” Preston says, his voice strained. “We need protection.”

He reaches for his discarded pants, fumbling in the pocket. I watch, my heart racing, as he retrieves a small foil packet. Our eyes meet, and I nod, giving him silent permission.

With practiced ease, Preston rolls the condom on. Then he’s hovering over me again, his weight supported on his forearms. I can feel him, hard and ready, pressed against my entrance.

“Are you ready?” he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I nod, unable to form words. Preston kisses me tenderly as he slowly pushes inside. I gasp at the stretch, the fullness. He pauses, letting me adjust.

“You okay?” he murmurs, concern etched on his face.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Please don’t stop.”

Preston begins to move, slowly at first, giving me time to adjust to the sensation. His eyes never leave mine as he sets a gentle rhythm, his hips rocking against me. I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper.

“God, Crystal,” he groans. “You feel amazing.”

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