Chapter Eleven
When we initially began our make-out sesh, I had my hard limits in place. No sex, no penetration, just oral. That I was comfortable with.
But now that Preston has taken me on a high like I’ve never felt before and done it with such respect and concern for my needs, I know I’m ready to give him everything. I want to feel him inside me like I’ve never wanted anything else before.
My eyes scan his face as he lays next to me on his bed, his pillows smashed up against the headboard and the covers messy and unmade. Preston is so sexy. Strong and muscular, with the broadest shoulders I’ve ever seen. The tops of his shoulders are rippled with dips and valleys, as I strum over one with my finger.
“Preston,” I whisper, because that’s all I’m capable of after what he just did to me.
“Yeah, Brin?”
“I’m ready.”
I see a shadow of confusion flash in his eyes as he rolls over and props himself up on an elbow to stare at me.
“Ready for what?” he asks, a mixture of confusion and interest laced in his question.
“For you. Inside me.”
He groans loudly, flipping back on his back and lifting his arm to cover his eyes.
“Christ almighty, Brinly. Don’t say that to me now because I don’t have the will power to say no.”
My laughter is soft and airy, and I lay my hand over his chest, dragging it up and down the expanse of his bare torso, lowering it to his very full erection. I squeeze and do a happy dance when it jerks against my palm.
But my laughter dies when his hand swats at mine.
“Seriously, Brin. I think you should wait. I don’t want you making this decision after you’ve just climaxed.”
Wow. Okay. Is he denying me what I want right now out of chivalry? I’m not having any of that.
I wiggle out of my panties, flinging them to the floor, and kneel up so I’m straddling him. I purposefully sit atop his erection so that he can feel my heat and wetness.
And then I grind my center against his thick cock to gain his attention.
“I’m ready, Preston. Honestly. I want you. Now.”
His eyes fly open and there’s a level of pain and agony brimming over from his hazel gaze. I lean over his body and place my lips at his ear. I’ve never been this bold with a boy before. Although, it’s hardly fair to call Preston a boy. His body is all man.
The tips of my breasts dangle over his face so that I can feel the scrape of his jaw against the sensitive flesh.
“Where do you keep your condoms?”
I thrust my pelvis and drag my bare pussy over his straining dick, that throbs against me.
His response is choked and raspy. “Desk. Drawer.”
Preston’s hands grip my waist as we grind together. He lifts his head and his lips find my nipple, sucking it in between his teeth. It feels incredible.
I launch myself off him and lean over the bed as far as I can reach, opening the top drawer of his desk and pulling out a packet. I toss it on his belly and scoot myself down his legs, loving the soft, bristly tickle of his hair against my exposed, nude butt.
I’ve never taken off a pair of briefs from a guy before, so I do my best not to look stupid, pulling down his shorts over his erection, past his knees and then his feet. When I look back up, he’s sheathing his cock in the condom. And that’s when it hits me.
I’m going to give him my virginity. I’m handing over my V-card to Preston Dahl, the sexiest, sweetest guy I’ve ever met.
He must think I’m nervous as he stares at me and asks, “You sure?”
I drop my hand to his condom-covered erection and squeeze, as I lay down flat on the bed next to him.
