Page 63 of That First Night
“You got me all worked up in the kitchen,” she admits, and I feel the corners of my lips turn up. “I wanted a quick release before the day got started.”
Holy. Fuck. This woman is truly trying to kill me. Didn’t I make her come enough last night? Did she come here to give herself an orgasm before the day gets started? My dream fucking girl.
“You.” I swallow another lump in my throat, “You were going to touch yourself, Peyton?”
“Yes,” she answers without any hesitation in her voice as her eyes stay laser focused on mine.
My head falls back and my eyes close.“Fuck me,”comes out of my mouth, barely above a whisper. My dick is hardening in my pants, and I can’t help but bring myself to my knees beside the tub. I want my hands all over her. I want to be the one to make her come. I want to taste her. But right now, I want to watch her.
“Show me,” I demand.
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, “I…” she pauses. “I’ve never done this in front of anyone before.” She tucks a strand of wet hair behind her ear. Which is her signature move when she’s nervous.
“Baby,” I whisper. “There’s nothing to be nervous about with me. Don’t you understand by now, that every fucking thing you do turns me on.”
“It does?” she asks nervously.
“Yes.” I grin. “Now touch yourself. Play with your pretty pussy for me.”
She sucks in a sharp breath at my words and her head falls back to the edge of the tub as her hand sinks below the water and her eyes close. I watch as her finger disappears inside of her and fuck, I wish it was my hand. Thankfully, she didn’t load the bathtub with a ton of bubbles so I can see as her hand glides in and out of her pussy.
“Thomas,” she starts to moan. The water in the tub starts to ripple as her hips begin to buck against her own hand. Sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen.
“You are so sexy, Peyton.” I lean in to whisper in her ear. “Make yourself come for me.”
“I can’t,” she pants. “It’s not enough.”
“Sit on the edge of the tub,” I order.
She does as I say. She moves to the edge of the tub with beads of water dripping down her body. Her perfect tits are on display for me. I move my gaze from her body to her eyes and bite my bottom lip. The move causes her to do the same. She’s sitting on the edge of the tub with her back facing the floor to ceiling windows. “Show me how you make yourself come, pretty girl.”
Her fingers dive into her pussy and it’s ten times hotter out of the water than in the water. Her body is still dripping water, and her head is thrown back as her fingers glide in and out of her.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper. “Such a perfect pussy.”
“Thomas,” she groans. I can tell she hasn’t reached the point of going over the edge yet and she’s definitely frustrated that I haven’t touched her yet.
Her head is still tipped back, and her eyes are closed when I reach forward and press my thumb to her clit. I need my hands on her. Her body jolts in surprise and her eyes shoot open to me. Just one small touch and I can already feel I have pushed her close to the edge. She removes her fingers which allows me the chance to dive two of my fingers inside. “Fuck, Peyton,” I growl as I dive deep inside of her, hitting her most sensitive spot.
“Don’t stop,” she moans. Her fingers are rubbing her nipples as I pick up the pace and fuck her harder with my hand. My thumb presses harder on her clit circling it until I feel she’s ready to go over the edge.
“The city view behind you has nothing on the view of you when you come,” I breathe out. “You perched on the edge of this tub, playing with your tits while I fuck this pretty pussy with my hand.” My name rolls off her tongue with my dirty words. She’s close. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
“I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” and she doesn’t have to say it because her pussy contracts so tight on my fingers I swear I’m about to blow my load in my pants without her even touching me. I keep fucking her with my fingers, harder and harder until her body completely convulses around me. Her head flies back and she’s moaning my name over and over again as she rides out her orgasm on my hand.
“Good girl, Peyton,” I lean forward to whisper in her ear. My fingers are still deep inside of her. “Such a good fucking girl.”
“Thomas.” She smirks. “You’re such a dirty man.”
“I can’t help it when you’re this fucking sexy, Peyton.” I move in and press a kiss to her lips without thinking anything of it. Like we do this every day. I linger longer than I should and a buzz shoots through me. I can tell by her body language that she’s confused as well. Does she feel it too? Does she feel the weird electricity I do when she touches me? Or kisses me?
I back away slowly and run my hands through my hair. “Well, I guess you better get ready to head out.”
She finally stands in the tub, her eyes locked with mine and her naked body still on full display for me. Her hands move to cup the bulge in my pants. “Let me,” she whispers in my ear.
“Peyton,” I hiss. “This was about you and your release.”
“From the looks of it.” Her eyes scan me as she takes in my hard dick in my pants. “You could use a release too.”
