Unmasked (New Adult Romance) (The Unmasked Series) (18 page)

He touched her face, then her neck, then her back,
and pulled Alyssa against his molten skin. Every move he made. Every tiny,
halting motion, flexed that hard, round chest against Alyssa's and every breath
he took made his chest rise and fall against her.

Preston stroked the small of Alyssa's back, and
when he pulled her against him, she felt his heat, his breath, and his rhythmic
rise and fall drew her into a bit of a trance, but then his hardness caught her
attention.

Alyssa looked up, her eyes locked onto his
Preston's. The blue one she could see, and as close as she was, the other one,
obscure by cloth, was vaguely visible behind the cover.

"What about these?" She said, tugging at the
button on his pants. "I think these gotta go, too."

Finally, for the first time since he stood from
the bed, the easy, smooth smile played across Preston Webb's face.

He lowered his hand to hers, took a half step back
and pinched her fingers around his zipper. Halfway down, he stopped her hand.

"Wait," he whispered. "I've never-"

"That's okay too," Alyssa said, standing up on her
tip toes for a kiss. "Me either."

She slid the zipper down the rest of the way and
then tugged open the clasp on his belt. The fabric bounced down Preston's legs
and gathered in a pile at his feet before he stepped out. Her hands slid down
his thighs, which she found to be as muscular as his chest and his back, and
covered just the same in a tight web of whip-thin scars.

"Does it hurt?" She said, kissing him behind the
neck. "When I touch them, I mean?"

He shook his head no. "The only one that hurts is
the one across my face, and then only when it's stretched. Otherwise, no pain."

"Mmm..." She kissed his throat, right above his
collarbones, and then below. A soft, gentle trail along the lines of his chest
sent her down, down, lower and lower on him. With his skin burning her lips,
and the tip of her tongue, Alyssa slid her hands down Preston's back then up
his chest, fingernails dragging just a little. She was so gentle at first that
she thought maybe he didn't notice, but when she looked up and saw his head
relaxed on his shoulders and his mouth open slightly, she went at him a little
harder, drawing a soft moan from his lips.

"Tell me if anything hurts," she said, "or if you
want me to do anything different. Okay?"

His only answer was a moan through parted lips,
and a pair of hands on her shoulders. Waves of hot and cold crawled down
Alyssa's arms, down her sides, and warmed her even between the legs, right
where he had touched moments before.

"I can't believe this is happening," she whispered
against his chest.

Preston balled his fist in her hair, sending
tingling charges crawling down the back of Alyssa's neck, and stroked the side
of her face with his other hand.

He drew a quick breath when she nibbled the flesh
near his nipple, so she did it again, harder, a little suck added on to the
end.

"That feels good," he said in a low voice, "here,
do it here."

The hand in her hair pulled just a little bit,
very softly, and urged her mouth to find his nipple. As soon as she did, Alyssa
slid her tongue around him in a circle, unable to keep herself from grinning
when his skin pebbled up just like hers did. She gave him another little bite,
and flicked her tongue back and forth across him.

"Oh," she said with faked astonishment, "look what
I found!"

Taking her lips from his chest for a moment,
Alyssa looked up, into his eyes, and something about his face, about how he was
holding her to him, and the hot thickness under her palm, made her
unconsciously suck her lip between her teeth and bite it as she looked at
Preston.

"How do you make me feel so good without doing
anything?"

"Same way you do me, I think."

The fingers on her back brushed up, and then down,
then he tucked them inside her panties, against her skin.

Alyssa's lips tingled against Preston's chest when
she moaned her pleasure at his words against him and slid her tongue in another
slow, teasing circle. The most wonderfully vague hint of rose tickled her nose.
As she touched her tongue, and then her lips, further and further down his
body, the scent grew from a hint to a taste rolling down her tongue, over and
through her.

Down his body, over the scars that she barely
noticed, Alyssa moved her fingers down Preston's rippled stomach. Preston touched
her neck, then her shoulders, with his warm, safe, palms.

"I never want this to stop," she whispered, taking
her lips off his belly, right above his navel. "It doesn't have to, does it?"

"Not if you want me, and my past, and everything
else. It doesn't have to end."

The lower her hands went, the faster Preston
seemed to breathe. She carefully undid his button, and slid the slacks down to
the floor. Slowly, she moved her hands back up his legs, until she felt the
swell of his manhood under her fingers again. She touched her lips right above
his waist, then kissed lower once, and again.

"Is it okay if I kiss you here?" She said, looking
up at him. His only response was a smile, and a hand running through her hair.

As soon as her lips met the base of Preston's
cock, a shudder went through her that started in her core and radiated outward.
She slid her open mouth around his thickness, massaging him through the cotton
between them with the tip of her tongue. Alyssa took a deep breath, inhaling
his scent, and squeezed her lips around him a little tighter, just enough to
make him moan.

She looked up without taking her tongue away from
his body, to see Preston's head gently rolling around his shoulders, back and
forth, as she touched further and further down his shaft, almost to the tip.

He took a breath, and so did she. When Alyssa
exhaled, a mixture of the heat from her lips and her fingers caressed Preston,
and little prickling goose bumps rose up. She moved her hand up his thigh,
pushed her fingers underneath the bottom of his underwear, and squeezed his
shaft just a little harder between her lips.

"Mmm, you feel wonderful," he said, dragging his
hand through her hair again, gently scraping with his fingernails. "I can't
control myself much more. I want to grab you, throw you over on that bed and
kiss every single inch of you, up and down."

"I wouldn't mind," Alyssa whispered, taking her
lips off him for a second and pushing her fingers far enough to just brush
against the smooth underside of his manhood. As soon as she felt him, she
needed more. Naughty, wonderful thoughts of the things she wanted him to do to
her filled Alyssa's mind as her fingers tickled Preston and her tongue ran up
and down his entire length.

Just as she went to move her hands further up,
Preston bent, and scooped Alyssa up off the floor with an arm behind her knees
and one behind her head. In a smooth, quick motion, he laid her on the bed and
hovered over her with an arm on either side of her head.

"My turn," he said. Smiling, Preston stood up for
a moment and finished the job that Alyssa started. She didn't realize what he
had done until he crawled back onto the bed and she first felt his weight push
the mattress down, and then felt his hot length on her thigh.

Reaching down, she felt him again with the tips of
her fingers. Breathlessly, Alyssa ran them all the way to his tip, then back
down as far as she could, sending shudders through Preston at her touch, and
through herself when he kissed her neck, then her shoulder, and then slipped
the strap on her bra off her shoulder and pressed his lips to where it had
been.

"Put your hands on me," she whispered, "I want to
feel you touch my skin. All over."

Preston smiled and slowly ran his hands down
Alyssa's belly, around her sides, and then back up where he unhooked her.

His tongue pressed, then his lips sucked and the
barely-there stubble on his face brushed against her skin down, down, further
and further down, until Preston circled Alyssa's nipple through the fabric that
still lay on top.

"Like this?" he said. His hand moved back up,
cupping her swell as he circled her again. Her nipple was so hard, so stiff and
sensitive that every time he moved his hand, or that wonderful tongue, Alyssa
gasped and prickles moved up her chest.

"How about this?" He curled his fingers against
her, right underneath her bra, and slid one under, brushing against the bottom
of her breast as he painted a slow, fat circle with his tongue. "You're so
stiff," he said, "does it feel good?"

All Alyssa could manage was a soft moan and a
smile and another breath that seemed to take eternity to pull in and blow out.
Further down, his other hand slid, until she felt two of his fingers against
her folds before he slipped them underneath her panties, and against her warmth.

"Kiss me," she moaned, leaning back her head and
arching toward Preston's lips. The movement lifted her leg enough so that his
cock stroked against her thigh and sent a wave of heat crawling up Alyssa's
belly. Oh how she wanted to feel him moving inside her, their bodies as one.
But in the back of her mind, she fought a creeping fear that she wouldn't know
what to do, or that it would hurt, or that she'd somehow fail him.

"May I?" His velvet voice caressed her ears as his
fingertips pushed harder against Alyssa's sex, one on either side, right where
her legs met her body.

At the sound of his voice, she could barely
contain herself. A radiant smile lit up her lips as she shrugged her shoulders
and nodded. He pulled the cloth away from her chest and immediately put his
face right back where it had been, slid his tongue sweet over her nipple, and
one of his hands underneath, squeezing and releasing in a gentle rhythm that
matched the beating of Alyssa's heart.

"What about this?" He whispered when he took his
lips from one to the other, kissing her ever so softly, and then painted
another wide circle toward her peak. "Is that what you meant?"

"Oh yes," she moaned, from somewhere deep in her
chest. Alyssa grabbed the back of Preston's head and felt the rasp of his silk
covering under her palm as he clutched him to her body and pushed upward
against him. Another sweet kiss pulled the breath out of her chest, and just as
it did, his fingers pushed harder against her, one of them slipping just over
her entrance and dipping inside.

"Oh! Yes!" She squealed softly, reacting almost
without thought to the sweet ache he put inside her as his finger moved deeper,
and deeper, and his kisses grew more urgent and excited. "B-bite me! Just a
little!"

He pinched her gently with his teeth in between
sucks, and it was all Alyssa could do to keep herself from squirming and
bucking against that big, hard thing on her leg. When he did it again, she let
out something approaching a growl and ran her fingernails gently down his back
then around his hips and wrapped them around his shaft. She gave him a slow,
soft stroke and then another.

"Harder," he said with his head nestled against
her, his lips soft and red and hungry on her chest. "Squeeze me a little
harder."

For a moment, they moved together just like that –
his hips thrusting softly in time with her massaging strokes, his kissing and
nibbling sending electric fingers up and down Alyssa's belly, and his finger
between her legs pushing a little deeper every moment and curling inside her,
against the spot that took her years to find, but that she never forgot.

"Just like this?" She whispered.

"It's perfect, just like that."

Three breaths, she counted, before he moved again.
And then he lifted his head from her body, pushed his finger as far in as it
could go, and slid a second in beside it, turning them slowly and sweetly
inside her. In Alyssa's hand, his cock hardened somehow even more than it
already was, and twitched gently with the beating of his heart. Their eyes
locked on one other, and even though both of them wanted to move – wanted to
feel the other – neither would do it first.

Finally, Preston bent his head to hers, sucked her
bottom lip between his and pulled away.

"Reach over there," he tilted his head to the
nightstand. "Top drawer."

Alyssa felt a few foil packets, grabbed one, and
brought it back without looking. "Is this what you wanted? What're you gonna do
with this?" An impish grin spread across Lys's face that put a fire in
Preston's eyes.

"Exactly what I've wanted to do for longer than I
care to admit," he said, and took the packet from her. The fingers that had
been inside her a moment ago brushed against her cheeks. Her scent mixed with
the vague rose aroma that Preston carried intoxicated her, and when he pushed
off and straddled her hips, with his cock lying on her belly, she couldn't help
but grab it.

"Let me," she said.

"Let you what?"

She reached up and snagged the little package and
tore it gently. She smiled again as she rolled the little ring all the way down
Preston's thickness and she took it back in her hand, his heat burning through.

"Is it wrong that I want this so bad I can't even
tell you how much without sounding like an idiot?" She said.

Pushing her knees apart, Preston Webb kissed her
belly, then the top of her cleft, then her lips.

"Preston?"

"Yes ma'am?" He whispered before kissing her
again. "Something I can do for you?"

"Come here."

He ran his tongue along the deep inside of her
thigh and then looked back at her.

"Closer."

She moved her hand down and hooked it under the
silk sling across his face. Preston instinctively jerked back, but then calmed.

"Don't be afraid. Nothing in the world could make
me think less of you. I just want to see your face. I've imagined it for so
long. I want to see you when you go in me. I've never wanted anything more."