From the Beginning_A Prescott Family Story

by Mignon Mykel

  “I need more than a casual fling, Noah.” She finally said after a moment of silence. “I don’t do casual. I’m not wired for it. It’s why I’ve been slow on the dating front. But because I don’t date, I don’t have a freaking clue where to even begin with you. We just started talking no more than an hour ago.”

  “No,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s been close to a month.”

  She shook her head now. “A friend gave you a note I wrote but didn’t want you to see. That’s not talking.”

  “Fine, two weeks,” I gave her. “It’s been two weeks since the holiday party.”

  “Two weeks ago you broke into my room and called me not-so nice names.”

  I couldn’t stop the grin on my face, but could tell Ryleigh didn’t find it as humorous as I did.

  “I don’t want to be arm candy,” she continued. Her tone was serious; she was telling me what she needed and wanted in a relationship, and I was definitely listening. “I don’t want to be the person you can get a quick… fuck from whenever you come home.”

  My grin completely disappeared now. “Did I say that was what I wanted from you?”

  She shrugged that deliciously bare shoulder. “Well, no.”

  “Don’t make me out to be a bad guy, Ryleigh,” I said. “I like that you’re kind of shy. I wish you’d trust my intentions a little more, but hopefully that will come. I honestly want to get to know you.” I wasn’t sure how many times I could drop that line before deciding she simply wasn’t going to hear it.

  Apparently, that would be the last time it needed to be said. “Oh.” She said it as if everything was dawning on her.

  “And until you trust that I am interested in you,” I started. This next part was going to kill me, but I really wanted to prove to her I was a good guy. “We should probably just stay friends.”

  Ryleigh nodded a few times. I watched as the wheels turned in her head, a slight sense of satisfaction worming its way around my chest.

  Finally, her eyes locked on mine, she shook her head in quick, short movements. “No.”

  I schooled my grin and lifted my brows. “Excuse me?”

  “No,” she repeated. “Friends isn’t going to work. You can’t just get a woman’s libido all worked up and then say, oops, we’re just gonna have to be friends.”

  “Sure I can. I just did.” As happy as I was that she’d come to that point, I really liked getting Ryleigh worked up. I liked the spark in her eyes. She was almost a different person when she was on fire, and I liked it as much as I liked the quiet side of her.

  “No, that’s not how this works.” She pointed between the two of us.

  “You know what I think?” I asked.

  She pressed her lips together briefly with her brows up, looking unimpressed. “That we should be friends,” she said dryly.

  I couldn’t help the chuckle this time. “No. I think,” I said, leaving a slight pause before continuing, “that you think too much.” Rather than the absentminded touches I’d managed so far, this time I purposely took my hand from the back of the couch and brushed a free piece of her hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering on her jawline.

  When she looked away, I dropped my hand.

  When she started to worry her bottom lip between her teeth, I understood it for what it was. “You’re thinking again.”

  Faster than I could keep up with, she suddenly was straddling my legs, a knee planted on either side of my hips and her hands on my shoulders.

  Faster than I thought my dick was capable of these days, with my control and all in my older age of course, I was full-mast, straining against my jeans.

  Then her lips were on mine and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to focus on her lips and not my pulsing dick between us. I put one hand on her hip and the other on the side of her head, threading my fingers gently back to weave in her hair just under her ponytail holder.

  I let her control the kiss for a bit. Her lips were gentle and when she sucked on my lower lip, I was momentarily surprised. As much as I wanted to take the kiss further, I had to let Ryleigh keep control of it. She started this; I was letting her keep the reins.

  Just when I thought she was going to take it to the next level, she pulled away.

  “I…” She took a deep breath, her blue eyes searching mine. I was proud of her for holding the eye contact. “I’m really no good at this.”

  Before I could stop the words, they were out. “I beg to differ.”

  “I think…” she continued, not hearing me. “I think we should sleep together. Fuck.”

  It wasn’t the first time in tonight’s conversation where she used the word, but it sounded so fucking odd coming from her mouth. “Not tonight, Ryles.” As badly as I wanted to take her to bed, I wanted to do this one-hundred percent right, more.

  “No. If we don’t, I’ll lose my nerve and it may never happen.”

  “It’ll happen, Ryleigh,” I grinned at her. I pulled her holder from her hair, dropping it to the couch beside us. I played with the long ends before putting that hand on her hip, too. “It’ll happen because we both want it. Not because you’re feeling rushed or nervous.”

  Her eyes dropped to my chest, but before I could feel disappointment, I realized her hands were softly traveling down my chest. It was difficult, but I kept my eyes on her face. One hand stopped at my waist, but the other continued moving until she cupped me. I twitched in her hand; in response, I watched as she bit her lip. When her eyes met mine this time, it was timidness and thinking I saw in her eyes, but finally the want I knew was mirrored in my own eyes.

  Her thumb ran over my length just before she whispered softly, “Please.”

  Fuck.

  So much for being the good guy.

  Chapter Eleven

  There was something about watching a woman fall apart in your hands.

  And I was fucking excited to watch this woman do just that.

  We had moved to her room, her leading the way with her hand in mine; now we stood beside her bed. She was worrying her lip again. The nerves were back in her eyes, but at the same time, excitement radiated from her. I reached between us to gently pry her lip from between her teeth. “We can stop.”

  She shook her head, looping her arms around my neck. “No. Please don’t stop.” She lifted to her toes and teased her lips against mine. This time, I took it where I wanted it, sweeping my tongue along the seam of her lips until she parted.

  When her tongue timidly met mine, I wanted to shout out hallelujah. With a hand on her cheek and a hand on her hip, I led the kiss. Keeping it simple for the time being, reveling in the feel of her tongue in my mouth, mine in hers, I trailed my hand from her hip to her lower back, not without first sliding under her tunic. I needed to feel her skin, warm in my hands.

  She gasped slightly against my lips, but fell back into the kiss. When her hands slid down my chest to grab the bottom hem of my shirt, I pulled back from her and reached behind my head to pull the article over my head.

  I let her look, watching as her eyes traced my shoulders, my pecs, my abs. Her eyes snagged on what I assumed was the scar on my shoulder from my surgery.

  When her eyes returned up to mine, I reached for the bottom of her tunic and lifted a brow.

  Wordlessly, she nodded and I slowly lifted it up, watching as inch by inch she was slowly exposed.

  Her softly rounded tummy, the inward draw of her waist, the flare again at her ribs. Clearing her breasts, I continued the pull upward even though I wanted to stop and take a moment to appreciate the mounds in a lacey unlined bra, her dusky nipples straining against the pale pink lace.

  Ryleigh lifted her arms and allowed me to pull her top completely off. Her hands moving in between us, her fingers of one hand fiddling with those of the other. I dropped her top beside mine then took her hands in mine, lifting them to my lips.

  When I put my lips against her hands, a soft, barely-there smile graced her face.

  She was beautiful.

  Kn
owing without a doubt this was easier for her if I shed layers first, I dropped her hands to work my button fly. Before I undid all of them, though, I pulled a condom from my pocket and tossed it to the bed. I watched as her eyes followed my movements. Still trying to go at a pace she’d be ok with, I finished unbuttoning my fly and pushed down my jeans. After kicking them off, I stood in front of her in black boxer-briefs.

  Her eyes dipped down.

  If she somehow missed my arousal before, she certainly wasn’t going to now. My dick strained heavily against the cotton, the head nearly peeking out of the top band.

  I was fully prepared to ditch the cotton when she took a turn, slowly peeling out of her yoga pants.

  Finally, she stood in front of me in her pink lace bra and, holy hell was I surprised, a black lace thong. There was no fucking way I was exploding before I got in her. No fucking way. I reached down and squeezed myself, hoping to ease the urge.

  “So fucking beautiful.” My voice was gritty with need.

  Her hands snaked behind her back to unclasp the lacey number holding her breasts in place. The straps fell down to her elbows, but she moved her hands to hold the cups in place. I stepped closer to her and once again, threaded my hand through her now loose hair. With my hand sliding to the back of her head, I pulled her close.

  I lowered my lips to hers and noticed as she dropped her arms, allowing her bra to fully fall to the ground. She pressed her chest to mine and I groaned against her mouth. Suddenly, her hands turned from timid to confident, and I felt her fingers against the band of my boxer-briefs. Faster than I thought she would go, I found her pulling away from lips only to pull the cotton over my erection and down my ass.

  My dick stood at full attention, pulsing with each beat of my heart. When she leaned down, I stepped from the boxer-briefs, finally free of all cotton. As Ryleigh stood, I leaned down this time to grab her ass in my hands. Startled, she grabbed my shoulders and I lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, this new position putting her warmth directly on top of my dick.

  Ryleigh moved her lips over my temple and cheek as I was walked us to her bed. I knelt one leg on the mattress before easing her down on her back. I reached behind me to dislodge her legs, moving to kneel between them.

  One hand on either side of waist, my fingers digging into the comforter, I leaned forward to press my lips to her stomach. Trailing kisses with swipes of my tongue, I moved down to just above the lace of her thong. With my lips still against her, I glanced my eyes upward to gauge her reaction.

  She was biting that lip again, but her eyes were bright and her pupils dilated with desire. Slowly, I moved to pull her thong from her, pressing kisses to her inner thigh, knee, calf as I took them off her. She lifted her legs, allowing me to pull them all the way off. After tossing them behind me, I leaned back down, this time pressing kisses to her other inner thigh.

  I put one hand on top of her mound, my palm resting over her clit and my fingers sitting on top of the light brown curls. She was groomed neatly but still kept hair on her mound itself; I raked my fingertips over her gently before turning my hand to hold her lips open with my fingers and thumb.

  Again, I glanced up at her. When she lifted herself to her elbows, I fought a grin, instead choosing to place a slow, slow lick from her opening to her clit. So softly I almost didn’t catch it, I heard her quiet moan.

  She tasted musky and sweet, and uniquely Ryleigh. I moved the tip of my tongue over her clit in slow circles before sucking her into my mouth. Her hips moved under me and I moved both of my hands to the offenders, holding her in place.

  I continued to suck and felt like a million fucking bucks when her thighs moved against my hands, trying squeeze against my head. Not wanting her to come too quickly, I pulled back slightly, blowing lightly on the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. I ran the back of my tongue down from her clit to her opening and this time, pushed my tongue inside her. I moved my tongue in and out of her, curling the tip enough to firm the muscle intruding her.

  “Noah…”

  The pleasure in her voice was nearly my undoing. I can’t say I ever came close to coming while going down on a girl, but I was damn fucking close. I pulled my tongue from inside her and went back to flicking my tongue over her clit, fast a few times then slow long licks along her entire pussy. I moved my hands from her hips to under her ass, holding her up toward me. The second time I flicked over her clit, she came hard against me, falling back to the pillows, her legs wrapping around my head and her voice a breathless moaning of my name.

  With one last slow lick, lapping up the wet come she released, I walked my hands up the bed to lean over her. My full cock pressed to her stomach as I pushed my lips against her, taking a full kiss, enjoying when she went into it full-heartedly, her tongue pushing against my own.

  Blindly, I reached to my side to find the condom. I broke off our kiss to pull back on my haunches, tearing the foil with my teeth. I rolled the condom down my length with sure hands before moving over her again. I lowered myself gently to her, chest to chest, core to core, my weight on my forearm by her head. With my free hand, a brushed her hair back over forehead, loving the locks fanned around her on the pillow.

  “You’re sure? We can stop.”

  Fuck, I didn’t want to stop. I was quickly becoming addicted to his woman.

  “Don’t you dare.” I smiled at the seriousness in her voice and pressed my lips to hers hard once, followed by nibbling on her lower lip. I pulled back again so I could watch as I grabbed my cock in hand, positioning myself against her, the blunt, purpling head notching oh so fucking right against her.

  To tease her and me both, I rubbed my head back and forth over her seam once, two times, then notching again. I altered my eyes from our near connection to her eyes, pushing in slowly, allowing her to get used to my girth. When her eyes closed, I stopped and held myself still.

  “You ok?” She was gloriously wet, but so fucking tight. Her pussy was strangling my cock and it was fucking heaven.

  Ryleigh nodded before opening her eyes again. She pulled herself up enough to reach for my neck, pulling me down with her as she lay flat. Her lips to mine, I pressed against her move. Halfway in, though, her breath hitched.

  Fuck. I started to pull out but she wrapped her legs around my ass, shaking her head. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Just… Give me a second.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, counting to ten to control my urge to just thrust into her. I didn’t want to hurt her though, so I could do this for her.

  While I let her get used to me, I didn’t waste time. I slid a hand up her hip, over her waist, to the curve of her breast, holding the weight in my hand. With soft, gentle fingers, I slowly closed my index finger and thumb around her nipple.

  Her breath hitched again, this time in pleasure.

  I applied slightly more pressure, but didn’t squeeze much harder. Keeping my fingers in place, I leaned down to run my tongue around the tight peak of her other breast. Her nipple puckered tighter just before I sucked it into my mouth, my teeth scraping ever so lightly as I pulled back.

  I was about to go down again when her feet pushed against my ass. “More, Noah,” she breathlessly said.

  Trailing kisses from the tip of her puckered nipple over her collarbone, her neck, her jaw, I finally landed on her lips. As I swept my tongue into her mouth, I pressed my cock into her further while increasing the pressure on her trapped nipple.

  “Fuck, Noah,” she moaned loudly, breaking away from my lips.

  Then, before I could feel the impending change, she came another time. Her eyes were once again screwed tight and her mouth opened wide, wordlessly.

  Fucking beautiful.

  I felt the telltale tingling in my spine, but I wasn’t ready for this to be over. We’d barely gotten started. I released the pressure from her nipple and brushed the pad of my thumb over the tip before reaching between us to squeeze the base of my cock. I pressed my forehead to her shoulder an
d attempted deep breaths, willing the urge to just spurt and be done to go away.

  Finally, her spasms slowed to a gentle throb cocooning me. Her arms wrapped around me and she gently raked her nails down my back.

  Not helping, Ryleigh.

  I turned my face into hers and gently scraped my teeth over the pulse point under her ear. I loved the hitching of her breath.

  She turned her head to mine and my lips met hers, this kiss slower and more sensual as we both looked into one another’s hooded eyes.

  It was an experience I can’t say I’ve had before.

  It left me slightly unsettled, but it was a feeling quickly forgotten.

  Finally, I removed my hand from my cock and pushed myself to the hilt. Bracing her back with my now free hand, I pulled her tummy tightly against my own then started the slow, easy glide of my thrusts against her. I hooked my other arm under her knee, pulling it up close to my shoulder.

  Our kiss became uncoordinated as her breath hitched, followed by my own grunts.

  “So… fucking… tight, Ryles.”

  She was chanting my name with other nonsensical words.

  “Goddamn, Ryleigh.” My hips started pumping quicker. Knowing this time I couldn’t stop the tingle up my spine, I dropped her leg and pressed my hand between our bodies, refusing to give her an inch.

  I slipped my thumb over her clit and started circling the nub, altering between soft presses and harder ones.

  “Noah…” Her voice held a note of urgency. Fuck, yes.

  I kept circling, but started to alternate rubbing up and down with the circles as my hips pounded harder against hers, my balls drawing close and impossibly tight. “C’mon, Ryles. Let go, baby.”

  “Fuckfuckfuck…” As her eyes began to close while she chanted, I held my thumb firmly over her clit and, as much as it killed me, pulled out nearly to the head. “Eyes, Ryleigh. I need your eyes.”

  Immediately, those clear blues snapped to mine. I could no longer control my hips, and the pounding became erratic. I managed to circle my thumb quickly over her again and this time when she came, it was with a sharp cry.