Page 45 of Capitally Engaged

Tearing a condom free from the strip, I opened the foil and took Preston in my mouth, to the back of my throat for one, two strokes. “You’re not the only one who wanted a taste.”

I straddled his hips, rolling the condom down to his base, before holding him tall. I felt him breach my entrance and inhaled a breath.

“I’m going to need to take this slow,” I said through gritted teeth, inching my way onto his thickness.

“The slow torture is worth every second,” he said, his hands on my hips, helping to control my descent. One hand on his chest, I reached down and stroked my clit, the extra attention helping me to open and slide down until he was fully inside.

“Good?” he asked.

“Good,” I answered. “You?”

“Never better,” he answered. His eyes were trained on mine and again displayed his sincerity. He really needed to work on his poker face if he was going to survive in politics.

“Okay. I’m going to move now,” I said, pushing up until only the tip remained in my core and sliding back down. The next movement much quicker. We found a rhythm, Preston’s hipscoming up to meet my down thrusts. My legs started to shake, pitching me forward, so my chest met his.

Preston thrust up into me, finding that spot inside me that made me cry out. “Yes, right there,” I heard myself shout as we picked up the pace before he stilled deep inside me, a groan from deep in his chest sounding out.

We lay there for a moment, our breathing heavy, our sweat covered bodies touching. As our breaths normalized, I lifted off him with a slight wince and rolled to the side. I tucked myself into him as he dealt with the condom. Something told me Preston would need the contact.I certainly wasn’t doing it for me, I told myself.

“Okay, so at the risk of ruining the mood... you came when I ate you out, but not just then, right?” Preston said, looking pained.

I put my hand on his chest. “Yes. Penetrative sex isn’t the easiest way for me to finish.”

He covered his face with the hand not currently wrapped around me. “I wish I would have known that.”

I removed his hand and entwined our fingers. “I didn’t tell you on purpose. I didn’t want you in your head more than you already were.” I squeezed his hand so he’d look at me.

“Sex isn’t a tit-for-tat endeavor, though if we’re keeping track, the score is one-to-one. Helping you reach pleasure turns me on, and makes sure I have a great time. If we keep on doing this, it’s always possible we’ll get there. But I promise, I’ll never make you feel like a failure or lie to you. I’d appreciate it if you made sure my fiancé didn’t feel bad about this too.”

He smiled. “I’ll do my best to pass the message along.”

We lay in silence for a while, his hand tracing up and down my naked back.

“You said ‘if we do this again,’ but I saw you bring over more condoms, so...”

“That’s up to you, big guy,” I said, with a glance at his crotch, currently covered in a sheet.

He smirked. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Go get us some waters out of the mini fridge. We’ll need to stay hydrated.”

Preston climbed out of bed and ambled over to grab the bottles. “I can feel you staring.”

“Just returning the favor and enjoying the view. Do they rank the best asses in Congress? Because whoever you hire as your campaign manager should definitely work to get you on that list. I know these things. I work in Comms, after all.”

He tossed a bottle of water my way, twisting a cap off his own and downing half of it as he sat back on the bed.

“I’m not sure that’s quite how I want to win my votes, but I guess I better use all theassetsat my disposal.”

“Come use those assets over here,” I quipped, feeling myself smiling as Preston kissed me. The worries of this man being my ruin still niggled in the back of my mind, but for once, I allowed myself to remain in the moment, happy.

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