Page 57 of Saving His Heart
He says it so cheekily I’m tempted to throw him off his game. As soon as the thought enters my head, I know I will follow through. Taking a step, then another, I stop when I’m standing between his thighs.
I watch as his hand clamps down on the base of his cock, and I smirk. Bending over, I know he is expecting me to kiss his chest, maybe his abdomen, but I shock the hell out of him as I place an open-mouthed kiss on the head of his penis.
“Holy fuck.”
With my mouth pressed to his tip, I let my tongue lick a line around the slit, then step back and flash him with the broadest grin I can muster.
Preston’s chest is rising and falling with each shallow breath. “Suck on your finger.”
Without hesitation, I place my index finger in my mouth, never taking my eyes off of his. His hand begins to move up and down much faster this time as he continues to stare at me.
“Play with your nipple with your free hand.”
Automatically, I roll my nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Christ.” His voice is raspy and turns me on even more. I can feel my wetness coating the inside of my thighs—Preston notices, too. “Show me how you want me to touch you. Show me what you like.”
Removing my finger with a pop, I look directly into his eyes. “I just like you, Preston. No one else has ever made me feel like you do.” I don’t admit that my one and only other sexual partner never bothered to learn my body. Or that I had never had an orgasm I didn’t cause myself before Preston, but somehow, I can tell he knows.
“Oh, baby. I fucking love that answer.” He leans forward quickly and pulls me to him. My head falls back as he squeezes my ass and begins kissing a line from my navel to the top of my pubic bone.
Reaching up, he offers me his thumb, and I take it greedily, rolling it around in my mouth like a lollipop. Groaning, Preston rips it from my mouth and places it on my bundle of nerves, ripe for attention.
One, two, three circles of my clit, and my legs begin to tremble.
“I love how you respond to me. Jesus, it turns me on.” I’m taken by surprise when he wraps both arms around my legs and drags my pussy to his face. “I’ve never tasted anything so sweet in all my life.”
“Gah,” is all I can manage as he uses his teeth to separate my lips and clamp down on my clit. I swear someone gave this man a map to my body I never knew existed. Every inch of my body is vibrating, and I feel my release coming for me like a freight train.
“You’re so close, baby, but not yet. Don’t come yet.”
I’m out of breath. I can barely speak. “I can’t, Preston, I can’t control it,” I finally force out, and he pulls away so suddenly I think I might fall over. I should know better than that, though. Preston will never let me fall. He uses his muscular arms to guide me onto him.
Straddling his waist, I watch in awe as his large hands ghost up and down my body, causing goosebumps in their wake. One long arm grabs the back of my neck and guides me to his lips. I’ve never experienced kisses like this. Kisses that can send you flying with just the slow torture of a tongue.
Unable to stand another moment, I reach between us and guide his hardened shaft to my entrance. I feel awkward and uncomfortable. Donny only ever wanted missionary sex, and it was always in the dark, and never once was it enjoyable. I get more satisfaction from a single Preston Westbrook kiss than I ever got in all my years with Donny.
Preston starts rubbing his hands up and down my back in a soothing motion. “Just go slow, Ems. This position is going to fill you in ways you’ve never experienced, and I’m not just saying that because my cock is so big.”
I laugh and feel my muscles relax. I didn’t realize I had tensed up.
“That’s it. Just relax and take me in when you’re ready.”
His voice is so strong, so calm, so loving I can’t bear to look at him for fear the tears that are always threatening will spill. Instead, I look down between us and watch as, inch by inch, he enters me. “Holy shit,” I whisper.
“It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Forcing my eyes to his, I see the truth in his words. Preston has had plenty of opportunities to be with other women, yet he thinks this is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. That knowledge gives me newfound confidence, and I begin to move the way my body instinctively tells me to.
“Christ! Why did it take so long for us to get here? Hang onto my shoulders, baby. I need to fuck you now.”
My mouth goes lax as he does just that. On my knees, hovering above him, he wraps his arms around my back for leverage. Then he pounds into me from below. One orgasm turns into two, maybe three, before I lose all consciousness.
I wake the next morning with my head buried in his chest, my body perfectly in line with his, and I feel no guilt for the first time in weeks. No remorse. Only happiness and contentment I’m beginning to understand I deserve. All thanks to this man softly snoring below me.
Chapter 24
Preston
“This is, without a doubt, the most unconventional bachelor/bachelorette party I’ve ever seen in my life,” I whisper to Colton.
