Page 44 of Capitally Engaged

“You can be rougher than that,” I said, arching into his touch. “Yesss,” I hissed as he bit down gently, licking to soothe the sting before sucking with more pressure than before. “That’s so good.” He hummed against my skin, moving his mouth over to repeat the actions on the other side, while tracing a hand down my ribcage to my hip bone.

His eyes met mine, almost as if looking for direction. I wanted to give him permission to take whatever he wanted.

“What do you want to do now?” I asked, running a hand through his hair and tugging on the strands a bit.

“I... I’d like to taste you.” His face set with determination, yet still asking permission. I nodded, finding it hard to speak.

I’d never thought of the removal of tights as particularly erotic, but having a man as handsome and attentive as Preston following the path of skin revealed from my inner thighs to the top of my feet changed things. I lay on the bed, chest heaving. My boobs trussed up above my bra cups, only panties remaining between me and the warm exhales of breath on my core. Preston’s hands shook slightly as he reached for the waistband of my underwear, breathing in a steadying breath, and he peeled them down. I lifted my hips to help him.

He lay with his chest flat on the bed, ass propped in the air, making me wish I could reach and give it a squeeze. I lost that train of thought as Preston bent one of my legs, and then the other, baring me to him. He ran a finger through my wetness, causing my hips to follow his path, seeking more. His eyes met mine, seeking approval, guidance, something.

“You’ve got great instincts, baby. Follow them.”

He leaned his head down, taking a slow, tentative lick up my core to my clit. I shivered at the contact, but needed more.

“A little firmer, a little faster. I promise you won’t drown,” I said, propping up on my elbows so I could take in the sight of him between my legs.

He lapped his tongue a few more times, circling my clit. “I dunno. If I had to drown somewhere, I think this might be my choice.” The warm puffs of air from his words tickled, making me desperate for more pressure.

“With respect,” I gritted out. “Less talking, more licking, fingering,something.” I fisted the blankets to stop fromspreading myself open. I wanted to come, but I wanted Preston to gain his confidence even more. Was that growth?

Preston dove back in, spearing me with his tongue, before focusing his attention on my clit. He inserted one finger, and then two, working them in and out of my core. The flat of his tongue stroked up my clit, alternating with a strong suction.

“Right there. Just that pressure on my clit. That’s so good.” My arms shook, then gave out, my back hitting the mattress, but only the nerve endings between my thighs were transmitting sensation. What he lacked in experienced skill, he made up for in enthusiasm and ability to follow direction.

I felt the bed moving by my feet and lifted my head to see Preston humping the bed beneath him, seeking friction of his own. I lifted a foot and put it on his back, pinning his hips against the bed. He pulled his mouth away from me, his fingers still moving inside me slowly, my wetness shiny around his lips.

“I have plans for this later. If you’d keep still.” He stopped fighting to push against my foot immediately and put his mouth back on my clit, redoubling his efforts. “That’s a good boy,” I said, no longer consciously seeking opportunities to praise Preston, the words just slipped out. He groaned into me, the vibrations pushing me toward the top of the peak just before the long fall.

“Yes, I’m almost there. Keep going.” And he did until my muscles seized and my mouth opened in a silent scream. Preston’s mouth pressed kisses against the inside of my leg, while his fingers continued to move, carrying me through the last waves of my orgasm. Finally opening my eyes, I smiled, the curve growing as his grin answered me.

“C’mon up here,” I said, pawing at his shoulder. He wiped his face against my leg before crawling up, trailing kisses until his mouth met mine. I grabbed his head on both sides, keeping his lips pressed on mine, tasting myself on his kiss.

Our kiss slowed until he pulled back. “Hi,” he said, almost shyly.

“Hi yourself,” I said, running my fingers through his hair. If Preston was capable of purring, I think brushing his hair like this would do it.

“So, you mentioned plans,” Preston said, pushing his hips gently into my leg, reminding me how incredibly hard he still was.

“I’d love to have you inside me,” I said. “In my mouth or my pussy. It’s your choice. There’s no pressure. You can also just jack off on my tits if you want.”

Preston’s jaw dropped slightly. “Are you sure you’re real and laying here?”

I laughed. “I’ve done a lot of communicating about sex.” At Preston’s raised eyebrow, I smacked his shoulder. I caught him off guard and used that to my advantage to flip him.

“I will not be slut shamed, but that’s also not what I mean.” Writing sex scenes for a living made it easier, at least for me, to say what I wanted out loud. Wanting to distract Preston before he could ask any more questions, I unclasped my bra, sliding it down my arms. I took my turn trailing kisses down his neck. I bit down on his nipple, soothing the sting when he gasped out loud and thrust his hips up into mine.

“So responsive. Such a good boy,” I said, gripping his cock through the fabric. Preston moaned out loud, grinding against my palm. Wanting to free him from his pants prison, I undid his belt and opened his fly. A damp spot decorated the front of his navy boxer briefs. As I pulled the waistband down, his cock sprung free. I stroked him, up and down, twisting my hand over the tip. I intentionally used light pressure, wanting to work him into a bit of a frenzy.

“You’re killing me down there,” Preston said, tipping his chin into his chest to meet my eyes.

“You’re not telling me what you want,” I said, squeezing tighter for one pass of his cock, smirking at the answering thrust, before loosening my grip again.

“I’d very much like it if you rode me now.” He gasped.

“I’d like that too. Be right back.” I got up to grab a condom out of my bag. The intensity of Preston’s gaze on my ass was palpable as I opened the pocket. Without turning around, I detected the rustle of his pants coming the rest of the way off. I grabbed a strip of three condoms out of my bag, just in case.

Turning my attention toward the bed, I saw Preston slightly propped up on pillows, his hand moving up and down his cock. I licked my lips, dying for a taste of my own. Climbing back on the bed, I said, “Now isn’t that a picture.”

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