“No,” I said.
I watched her features slowly drop as I shuffled towards her. I planted my hands firmly into the frame of the bed before I leaned over and hovered my lips above hers. I could feel her breath pulsing against mine as the hairs on the back of my neck rose. I could hear her breathing increase, her chest panting with her want for me as I grinned.
“You look breathtaking now,” I said.
Twenty
Delilah
The tension between us was growing in ways I could have never imagined. On the plane ride into the Hamptons, Preston's thumb kept racing faceless designs on my thigh. Just the warmth of his hand called to a part of me that wet the panties I had on. My leg trembled and my hands twirled up in the fabric of my dress. I tried running calculations and going through my budget. I tried thinking about work and all the paperwork I would have to do when I returned.
Because I wasn't going to be able to take much more of his stroking if I paid attention to it.
Things only got worse during the car ride over to his parents’ house. He was cradling me close and I could feel his heart beating against my shoulder. Every once in awhile, he would bend over and press his lips to my forehead. His soft, pillowy lips and the warmth from the wetness on his skin caused me to bite back a shiver. A shiver that brought back lewd memories from the night he had gotten me pregnant.
And the last thing I needed to be doing was shaking against him.
I thought I was going to get a reprieve at his parents’ house, but that wasn't the case. Watching him smile and interact with his mother was lovely to me. The relationship he had with his parents was something I had longed for as a child. Watching him dote on his mother and talk business with his father was the picturesque scenario I hoped to have for the three children I was going to be raising.
No to mention his suit was tailored to all of the areas of his body I adored.
His waist, his shoulders, and the length of his legs were all accentuated by the fabric draping over his body. His perky little ass was rounded out in the navy blue fabric, beckoning to my teeth for me to enjoy. The strength of his shoulders was palpable and the veins bulging from his neck caused me to lick my lips. At one point, I had to excuse myself to the bathroom just to splash some water in my face.
Thank the heavens I never wore makeup.
It was uncanny, how much him and his mother looked alike. Their smiles and their eyes and their cheekbones were identical to one another. When they laughed, they sounded the same. When they tipped up their drinks, they did it with the same swooping motion. When they went to walk, they each started with the same foot. It was like watching two best friends interact after spending months apart.
But he had his father's frame. His height, his broad shoulders and his long legs all came from his father. They stood eye-to-eye with one another, both equals in the business world even though their businesses were completely different. It was a joy to watch. It was so different from the home I had grown up in, and it was wonderful to see that it was possible.
It was possible to have a good relationship with both parents.
All night, I kept stealing glances at him just to take him in. Sometimes he would turn around, giving me a q
uick peek at his ass. I wanted to dig my fingertips into him. I wanted to lick him from head to toe. I wanted to pull those sounds from him that echoed off the corners of my mind late at night. I had just turned over into my third trimester a week ago, and my libido had kicked into high gear. Every lonely night, I was pleasuring myself to the thought of him. Gushing on my hands and moaning his name like it was his head between my legs. It was getting to a point where I couldn't look him in the eye while we were in the office together without fantasizing about him taking me against the windows of his office.
Now, it was me who was the risk. It was my stolen glances of him in the office that were eventually going to get us in trouble.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. The dinner was wonderful and his parents were welcoming, but I wanted him all to myself. I wanted to talk with him and melt into him. I wanted to feel him underneath my fingertips and kiss those lips of his. I faked a yawn and allowed my eyes to blink a little slower than usual, and Preston caught on perfectly to my signals.
The kiss he pressed into my temple was enough to make me shoot through the roof. Just from that simple little gesture, I could feel myself spilling into my panties. He whisked me away to a hotel room that took my breath away, giving us the alone time I had wanted from the very beginning.
But there was nothing that could compare to the image I was now staring at.
The image of him hovering over me and telling me I was breathtaking.
This was the moment I had been waiting for. The opening he gave me that would allow me to throw my own rules away. And I couldn't contain myself any longer. No matter how much my rational mind screamed that this was a bad idea, my heart couldn't take it any longer. My skin couldn't take it any longer. My brain was frying from all the electricity his breath was coursing through my veins. My toes were on fire and my pussy was throbbing.
I needed to be full of him. And I needed it to happen now.
Reaching up to his hair, I tugged him down to my lips. They crashed into each other, our tongues pushing forward with all the force they could muster. I pulled Preston onto the bed, my legs spreading for him as his body contoured to mine.
I could feel his cock thick against my thigh, pulsing and begging to be inside of me.
We clawed at one another, our bodies overriding our thoughts. Our clothes ended up in piles on the floor, our bodies clad in nothing but our skin. I could feel all of him against me as his lips wrapped around my nipple. The fire that surged throughout my body caused me to moan out into the room. Tears brewed behind my eyes as he sank between my legs, his hands spreading me wide and pressing against my knees.
I gripped onto the sheets of the bed as he split me with his tongue.
My juices poured out for him to taste and I could hear him humming. The grin that spread across his cheeks tickled my thighs, causing me to giggle as my breath came in pants. His tongue found my swollen clit, flicking and suckling. My hips were rolling into his face, drenching his cheeks with my arousal. I was floating. Soaring through the clouds as his beautiful body filled mine with the pleasure I had dreamt of for weeks. A tear slipped from my eye as my toes began to curl, my body finally seeking the relief it had wanted all this time.