I know she’s getting close from the sound of her panting, the tightening of her body against me and the way her fingers have lodged into my hair, pulling and yanking in sexual delight.
Pumping my finger in and dragging it out, her wetness coating me, my lips latch onto her clit and I suck. I suck it hard as she grinds her pelvis against my face. And then she’s coming. I know this because she tells me. Screams it, really.
“Oh God, yes! Preston, there.” She punctuates this with enough pressure at the top of my head to practically dent my skull.
But I love it. And I love that I’m making her come this spectacularly.
Brin finally relaxes, a sweet, lethargic grin across her mouth and a sigh of appreciation. She lets her hands drop to her sides and I take a moment to wipe my face with the back of my hand.
As I scoot up the bed to lay next to her, she turns her head and her eyes meet mine.
“That was so much better than studying.”
I couldn’t agree more.
Brinly
When we initially began ourmake-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?”
