want you,” Preston mumbled into her throat as he covered her with kisses.
“So what’s stopping you? Not me,” came the wispy response.
“We really shouldn’t, but I’m not a saint,” Preston murmured into Serena’s hair, his teeth grazing over her shoulder and back to her neck. His member was straining against his pants, curving against his groin and up to his hip. It faintly throbbed against Serena’s stomach as her legs tightened around him.
"Neither am I," Serena whispered as she slipped her hands underneath his shirt. Preston said nothing, leaning into her hands and tangling his fingers in her hair to pull her face to his. He carried her to the RV, ordered the dogs to the pen, and closed the door behind him as his lips continued to savor her warm skin. He lowered her onto the big, soft bed and kneeled over her body as he gazed down into her face.
“You are so beautiful,” Preston said in a hushed tone, cupping the side of her face with his hand. Her lips parted, craving the taste of his skin. He held her hands down on the bed by her side and grabbed the edge of her shirt with his teeth, peeling it up to her chest. He then pushed it under her chin with his nose, making her giggle as his chin tickled her chest.
“Let go of my hands.”
“No,” Preston answered huskily, nuzzling her soft cleavage and kissing the flesh outlined by her lacey lilac-colored bra. He glanced at her with a wicked smile, “Wanna know about my special talent?”
“What are you up to?” Serena wiggled her groin towards him. Preston pressed his mouth against the front clasp of the low plunged lingerie and deftly unlatched it using only his teeth. He ran his cheek along her right breast and grabbed the strap to pull it off her shoulder. He then brushed his lips across her chest and drew the left strap down to her wrist. He returned to the right side and effectively restrained her hands with the bra band wedged under her back. Gently, Preston kneeled on her hands and lifted the shirt over her head, exposing her naked, unencumbered breasts to his gaze and his mouth.
“Did you know that my mom made me learn to play the trumpet? She took it away from me when I discovered how to make the coyotes howl.”
“Very romantic, Pres,” Serena snorted. “Why are you telling me this?” she asked, arching her back to encourage his caress.
“Because I know how to use my lips other than for kissing,” he answered, locking her right nipple in his mouth and pulling it gently between his lips, tongue, and teeth. Serena gasped sharply as shivers jolted her body. Serena moaned again, slowly losing control as his mouth gripped her breasts and kissed and pulled at her nipples. He traced her lips with his finger as he paused to study her face, watching as she devoured his fingers with the wetness of her tongue.
“Holy shit!” she panted. “We need to change the schools’ curriculums. It should be mandatory that every little boy learns how to play the trumpet. Oh my God!”
Preston chuckled, moving to her other breast, his tongue flicking the pert pink nub before suckling and licking it with long, languid strokes of his tongue. Serena was trembling as he brushed her stomach with kisses, easily unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts with his teeth as he continued to hold her hands down with his own.
Serena purred as he probed her naval and nibbled on the gentle swell of her abdomen. He nipped the soft flesh of her hips. “I’m letting go of your hands. Don’t move,” he ordered, releasing his hold to slide her shorts away before peeling off the silky panties to leave her completely naked before his eyes. He pulled his shirt over his own head and leaned in to her.
“Take off your jeans,” Serena commanded, hungrily looking at his crotch and wondering what lay hidden for her. She had felt his pulsing organ press against her earlier, promising another adventure. One she had not yet experienced.
“Not yet,” he replied, his lips
“So what’s stopping you? Not me,” came the wispy response.
“We really shouldn’t, but I’m not a saint,” Preston murmured into Serena’s hair, his teeth grazing over her shoulder and back to her neck. His member was straining against his pants, curving against his groin and up to his hip. It faintly throbbed against Serena’s stomach as her legs tightened around him.
"Neither am I," Serena whispered as she slipped her hands underneath his shirt. Preston said nothing, leaning into her hands and tangling his fingers in her hair to pull her face to his. He carried her to the RV, ordered the dogs to the pen, and closed the door behind him as his lips continued to savor her warm skin. He lowered her onto the big, soft bed and kneeled over her body as he gazed down into her face.
“You are so beautiful,” Preston said in a hushed tone, cupping the side of her face with his hand. Her lips parted, craving the taste of his skin. He held her hands down on the bed by her side and grabbed the edge of her shirt with his teeth, peeling it up to her chest. He then pushed it under her chin with his nose, making her giggle as his chin tickled her chest.
“Let go of my hands.”
“No,” Preston answered huskily, nuzzling her soft cleavage and kissing the flesh outlined by her lacey lilac-colored bra. He glanced at her with a wicked smile, “Wanna know about my special talent?”
“What are you up to?” Serena wiggled her groin towards him. Preston pressed his mouth against the front clasp of the low plunged lingerie and deftly unlatched it using only his teeth. He ran his cheek along her right breast and grabbed the strap to pull it off her shoulder. He then brushed his lips across her chest and drew the left strap down to her wrist. He returned to the right side and effectively restrained her hands with the bra band wedged under her back. Gently, Preston kneeled on her hands and lifted the shirt over her head, exposing her naked, unencumbered breasts to his gaze and his mouth.
“Did you know that my mom made me learn to play the trumpet? She took it away from me when I discovered how to make the coyotes howl.”
“Very romantic, Pres,” Serena snorted. “Why are you telling me this?” she asked, arching her back to encourage his caress.
“Because I know how to use my lips other than for kissing,” he answered, locking her right nipple in his mouth and pulling it gently between his lips, tongue, and teeth. Serena gasped sharply as shivers jolted her body. Serena moaned again, slowly losing control as his mouth gripped her breasts and kissed and pulled at her nipples. He traced her lips with his finger as he paused to study her face, watching as she devoured his fingers with the wetness of her tongue.
“Holy shit!” she panted. “We need to change the schools’ curriculums. It should be mandatory that every little boy learns how to play the trumpet. Oh my God!”
Preston chuckled, moving to her other breast, his tongue flicking the pert pink nub before suckling and licking it with long, languid strokes of his tongue. Serena was trembling as he brushed her stomach with kisses, easily unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts with his teeth as he continued to hold her hands down with his own.
Serena purred as he probed her naval and nibbled on the gentle swell of her abdomen. He nipped the soft flesh of her hips. “I’m letting go of your hands. Don’t move,” he ordered, releasing his hold to slide her shorts away before peeling off the silky panties to leave her completely naked before his eyes. He pulled his shirt over his own head and leaned in to her.
“Take off your jeans,” Serena commanded, hungrily looking at his crotch and wondering what lay hidden for her. She had felt his pulsing organ press against her earlier, promising another adventure. One she had not yet experienced.
“Not yet,” he replied, his lips
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