“Do I need a reason to come see you?”
“You’ve never visited me at dance before.”
“Not true,” he said quickly.
“Not since that first night.”
“I know, but you sounded upset in your text, and then you never responded to my other messages.”
“I was in dance. I didn’t check them.”
“Or you were avoiding me,” he said.
It was a pretty astute assessment. She hadn’t wanted to think about anything, so she hadn’t checked her phone.
“Not on purpose.”
Preston’s fingers curled around her elbow, and he pulled her toward him. “You’re mad at me.”
“I’m not,” she insisted.
“You are.” His hands circled her waist, and then he planted a kiss on her forehead.
“No, I’m really not.” She sighed heavily.
The feel of him against her just strengthened her resolve. She wasn’t mad at him. She wanted him too much, in dangerous amounts. And him being here was showing her that clear as day.
“I’ve just never invited anyone to go with me on vacation before.”
He looked down at her with earnest. “You know I would go with you if I could get off work.”
“I know,” she insisted. “I just think I was so excited for you to come with me before I even asked you. I know we’ve only known each other for a couple of months, but what we have is so much more than I expected. I never really dated seriously before you. It just never felt right, but it does with you. So, I guess I got my hopes up that you would be able to go with me, and I understand your reasons for not going, but I can’t stop myself from feeling this way. Now, I’m babbling…”
Preston leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She could feel the tension rolling off of her. She stopped thinking and let herself get caught up in his embrace.
“I know, Trihn,” he murmured against her lips. “I get it.”
“I don’t think you do.” She firmly pressed her mouth to his once more before confessing the truth that had been resting on her tongue, “I love you.”
“I love you,” she repeated.
The words had slipped out of her mouth with unstoppable conviction. She had known for weeks but hadn’t allowed herself to think the actual words.
This isn’t normal, is it? She wasn’t supposed to fall in love this quickly. She was strong and independent and didn’t need a man. But when she looked up into Preston’s bright blue eyes, she knew she was lost. She knew she loved him. There was no going back from this point.
“Trihn—”
“It’s okay,” she said hastily when she realized he hadn’t said anything back. “You don’t have to respond. I didn’t think you would.”
She bit her lip and looked down.
“Trihn—” he repeated.
“I don’t want you to feel pressured to reciprocate. We haven’t been dating for that long,” she said. Her anxiety was peaking. She had just confessed her feelings to the first boy she ever loved, and now, she felt like an idiot.
“Trihn!”
“What?” she asked, finally looking up at him.
“Just shut up.”
Preston latched on to the back of her neck and crushed his lips down onto hers. A flush rose to the surface of her skin. Her breathing was labored. Her eyes were pressed firmly closed, and everything else all around her shut down. His lips were a dose of adrenaline to her system, waking her up and fueling her forward.
Her fingers twined into his hair, and she slid her body against his until no room was left between them. His tongue slipped into her mouth and massaged against her own. His mouth was hot and welcoming. Everything in her surrendered to that kiss.
What little resistance she had left crumbled under his skilled lips, the taste of his tongue, and the slight pressure on the small of her back. Want was a live thing inside of her, and Preston fulfilled what she so desperately craved.
His hands ran down her back and hoisted her legs up and around his hips. She gasped against him as he lowered to his knees right there in the ballet studio overlooking the entire city below them. But no one else existed. It was just their two bodies silhouetted against the glass, coming together in an act of love.
Preston lowered her to the black marley floor and immediately covered her body with his own. He pressed his dick against the thin layer of material of her shorts. She groaned and rocked her pelvis up toward him.
His laugh was deep and guttural in her ear.
“What?”
He started kissing his way down her front. “I’m going to take my time with you.”
She practically purred at the comment.
He pushed her shirt up her flat stomach and slowly dragged it over her head before tossing it away from them. His lips fluttered around her breast before one of his fingers dipped under her black bra. She arched her body as he flicked his finger against the erect nipple. His other hand reached under her body and eased the hooks out of the eyes. The bra fell away from her and was slung in the same direction as her shirt.
“Fuck me,” he groaned before taking a nipple into his mouth and kneading her breast with his hand. “This body.”
He moved to the other breast, making sure each had equal amounts of attention, before landing kisses down the curve of her stomach. He swirled his tongue around her belly button and then trailed it to the waistband of her shorts. Hooking his finger under the edge, he lingered against her sensitive skin, teasing her. She bit into her lip to keep from begging.
His eyes were alight and mischievous when he looked back at her. He was completely in control of himself and her body. She wouldn’t have changed it for the life of her.
“Guess you don’t need these,” he teased.
Her shorts and thong disappeared in one swift tug, and before she had a chance to respond, he buried his face between her legs. She couldn’t hold in her cries as he ran his tongue along her clit and forced her legs to open farther for him.
He licked, sucked, and nibbled on her until she bucked beneath him. She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to handle anything more, and then his fingers found the opening to her lips.
“Mmm,” she sighed.
He swirled his fingers through her wetness, coating them, before sliding them inside her pussy.
“I fucking love the feel of you tightening around my fingers like that,” he said from between her legs. “Tighter, babe. I want to feel you fuck my fingers like you would my dick.”
His words fueled her desire, and she tightened even more without even thinking about it. Her walls squeezed him so hard that she couldn’t believe she hadn’t already orgasmed.
“Yes”—he flicked his tongue against her clit again—“that’s what I want.”
“Oh, fuck,” she cried out.
“My turn. I’m going to finger-fuck you until you’re dripping on this floor, until you come so hard that you see stars,” he promised. His fingers started pumping in and out, harder and faster, before they curled up into her, finding the perfect spot to send her over the edge.
She came just as hard as he’d promised. Her lower half exploded all at once, and a muffled cry escaped her lips. Her walls were still clenching around his fingers as she finished.
“Now, I’m going to take what’s mine.” He slid his fingers out from her still-quivering body and playfully swiped his fingers against her clit.
She yelped and pulled back. She hadn’t recovered enough to even be touched there.
He chuckled and immediately started stripping out of his clothes. When he freed himself from his boxers, she had her own smirk at seeing what her orgasm had done to him. He was as hard as a rock and practically throbbing to get inside her.
“Wait,” she said, before he positioned himself in front of her.
If he did that, she would never be able to stop him. Her mind would completely shut off, and she owed him more than that.
Trihn came up to her knees and ran her fingers up his thighs before taking his cock in her hands. “I want you to feel this, too.”
To feel my love.