Page 29 of Rematch
“A total stud.”
“Good girl. Now, how would you feel about recreating that shower scene here in bed? Only this time, with a condom…and me buried deep inside your body?”
Chelsea didn’t bother to respond with words. Instead, she did one better, flipping over onto her hands and knees, shaking her sexy ass at him.
“Only if you promise to spank me again,” she said.
Preston, unable to resist, lifted his hand and smacked one of her gorgeous ass cheeks.
Chelsea glanced over her shoulder at him. “Do that again. But harder.”
Preston didn’t need to be asked twice. “I knew you were a kinky girl.”
She laughed in delight. “Only with you.”
Unable to resist, Preston lowered his head and gave her a light nip on her now-pink ass cheek, while she tried to wiggle away. “Good answer. I like the idea of keeping all your kinkiness to myself.”
Preston spanked her again, and while the first few were light and silly, it quickly morphed into something hotter.
Especially when Chelsea lowered her head to the bed, lifting her ass higher. “So hot,” she murmured.
Her flushed cheeks—both sets—proved that statement true.
Unable to resist testing her limits, Preston ran his finger through her ass crack once more. Ordinarily, with a new lover, he took his time, broaching new bedroom adventures over countless evenings rather than trying everything right out of the gate.
But with Chelsea, there was no time, and he was overcome by the need to claim as much as he could because he knew this was all there was.
Chelsea moaned softly when his thumb brushed her anus.
“New kink or familiar one?” he asked.
“New.”
Dragging his hand lower, he dipped his fingers into her pussy, loving how she was wet and ready for him…again. He wasn’t the only one experiencing some top-notch recovery times. Coating his fingers, he returned to her ass, pushing one inside, just to the first knuckle.
Chelsea stilled—her body, her breathing, everything.
“Okay?” he asked.
Her hands clenched into fists around the pillow beneath her head. “So okay.”
He took that as permission to forge on, so he did, shallowly thrusting in and out, adding a bit more until one finger was locked tight in the grip of her ass.
“Holy shit,” she whispered. “I never knew…expected…”
Preston slowly fucked her ass with just one finger, letting her get used to having that tight hole filled. He wouldn’t go any further tonight. He couldn’t. And while that realization practically killed him, he refused to do anything that Chelsea wasn’t fully prepared for.
He wanted her memories of this night to be nothing but good.
When she tilted her hips toward him, moving in time with his finger, he decided to up the ante. Reaching around her with his free hand, he brought her clit into play. It hadn’t taken him long to learn her clit was the key to her city.
She shivered when he stroked it, then began to writhe, begging him for more. He wanted to ask her to be more specific, not because he didn’t know what she wanted but because hearing her describe what she wanted him to do to her was so fucking hot.
However, he didn’t have a chance because Chelsea had been way more primed and ready than he’d expected. As he increased the speed and force of his stroking—both of her clit and ass—she came quickly.
The sound of shock that preceded it told him she hadn’t been expecting it either. He didn’t stop touching her, though he slowed his roll, drawing out her climax as long as he could.
Chelsea’s knees gave out and she sank facedown into the mattress. “I…didn’t even…know…” she said between gasps.
