Unmasked (New Adult Romance) (The Unmasked Series)

by Karin, Anya

  "You can touch me however you want," she said.

  His response was to push her lips apart with his, and swirl his tongue deep inside her, around hers and then against it, and then around again. He pulled back achingly slow, tasting her, and moaning all the way out. Alyssa's breath followed his kiss.

  Unconsciously, she arched her back against his muscular, but still covered chest, and undid another button with her hand between her breasts that every ounce of Alyssa's being wished he would touch.

  "Please let me take it off?"

  He didn't speak, but pushed himself up on one hand, to let Alyssa do her work.

  One after another, she released the buttons all the way down his chest until the shirt hung open around her. She pushed it back over his shoulders and let her hands caress his warm, smooth skin.

  "So strong," she whispered, "God your shoulders are strong. And your chest... these muscles, I just can't believe you'd hide this under those dress shirts." Her fingers bounced over scars, countless scars she barely noticed, as caught up in the lines of his muscles as Lys was.

  "But the scars, they're..."

  "I didn't even notice them until you said something." She kissed his neck, and pulled him down on her, his warmth burning through her body and heating her core, pebbling her nipples into sensitive peaks. "Didn't even notice."

  "When I was born, I-"

  "Shh..." she put a finger to his lips and then kissed him again. "It doesn't matter. You're beautiful right now no matter what happened way back when."

  It was eating at him though. Preston gritted his teeth hard, clenching them and making his jaw swell.

  "I can't just forget. What if you see them and it scares you, or you start feeling sorry for me and treat me differently? I can't have that."

  "Then let me see. Let me see your body. Let me see your scars. I want you just like you are, but if you need to show me, I understand."

  He whipped the shirt off and threw it across the room, but crossed his arms over his beautiful chest.

  "I've never shown this to anyone."

  "It is alright, Preston," Alyssa's voice was so soft that she made him relax a little. "I promise. I'm not going to laugh at you. I'm not going to be afraid. I know what your heart is like, and to me that's the most important thing in the world. You have such a big, strong, good heart that no scars anywhere could make me feel any differently than I do right now."

  "Oh... okay." He said. He closed his uncovered eye, and let his arms drop to his sides. "Please don't be upset."

  For a moment, Alyssa's eyes moved over his body. Preston's arms were turned palms toward her, and across his entire chest, and the inside of his arms, were a crisscrossing net of razor-thin scars. From a distance, it would have been very difficult to make them out, but up close, the raised, slightly pink net that lay over his skin was evident.

  "No, wait," she said when Preston raised his arm to cover himself. "Don't do that. You're beautiful, scars and all." Her breath was soft and relaxing, or at least that's how she meant it to sound.

  He opened his eyes and fixed them on her, the sapphire burned her soul.

  "You're not the only one with things you hide." She stood up and tapped his chest with the tips of two fingers. "Look."

  Before she knew it, Alyssa had begun to turn, slowly, in front of Preston doing something she'd never before even thought of in her wildest dreams – showing him all the places that embarrassed her.

  "What are you talking about?" He said, watching closely. "There's nothing wrong with you. You have the most beautiful, curvy, wonderful body."

  "Says you," she whispered. "To me, I've got some lumps here and there that I can't get rid of, no matter how I try. Just like you look at yourself and don't see anything but scars, I look at me and see a pudgy little girl that's never comfortable in her own skin."

  She finished turning, and looked back at him over her shoulder, with the best bedroom eyes she could manage without feeling silly.

  "I'm not saying it's the same thing. Not at all." Her fingers hooked around the top of Preston's slacks and she pulled him closer. "Just that, well, we don't always see ourselves like other people do. That's all."

  He sat in silence, looking at her for a few seconds, his eyes moving up and down her body.

  "And that," Alyssa took a deep breath. "Well, that you're okay. I don't know why, but for some reason you make me feel safe, like there's no reason to be scared or upset. With other people, I'm always kinda turned-in, y'know? I can't really relax. But, well, I just keep talking. I'm gonna shut up now."

  "No," he said in his soft, assuring way. "I like the sound of your voice."

  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!"

  Taki
ng 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."

  "Are... are you sure? I don't want to upset you. This is too perfect. I don't want my ugliness to..."