Page 57 of That First Night
Thomas interrupts my thoughts when he continues to gently brush my cheek with his thumb and says, “There’s a lot of things I want to do to you, Peyton.”
“Y-you do?”
“Yes, Peyton. I can’t stop thinking about every one of them.”
“Can…can you tell me?” I ask as I place my hand on his shoulders. I’m ready to drive him as crazy as he makes me. Again, who the hell do I think I am? Not only does Thomas light my body on fire, but he also brings out this confident and sexy version of myself. A side of me that I never really had the opportunity to tap into. Only he can make me feel this way, and I want more of it.
“You want me to tell you about the fantasies I have of you when I’m fucking my fist at night?” His hand gently glides down my arm, barely touching as it travels down to my wrist and back up my arm. “You want me to tell you all the ways I have made you come in those fantasies?”
I think my jaw is on the floor. Scratch that, I know it’s on the floor. Did he just tell me thatIam the object of his fantasies when he jerks off? No, I heard that wrong.
“You think about me.” I meant for that to come out as a question, but it comes out more like a statement.
“More than I care to admit, Sunshine,” he says with a grin.
I don’t reply, but I let Thomas cup my face with both hands. His thumbs rest on my jawline as his eyes bounce between my eyes and lips. I can see his jaw clench as if he’s fighting the same battle I’ve been fighting regarding professional boundaries. But the battle is lost when he leans into my ear, his five o’clock shadow tickling my cheek. “I’m going to show you,” he whispers. “I’m going to live out each and every one of those fantasies with you.”
He takes a nip at my ear right before he starts peppering kisses along my jawline until he reaches the corner of my lips. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Peyton,” he says as he softly kisses the corner spot before pulling back to look me in the eyes. “And so fucking sexy when you come,” he says right before his mouth crashes to mine. The kiss is not gentle. This kiss is fierce and full of hunger.
My hands travel to his hair, as he tilts his head just slightly to the side to deepen our kiss, his hands getting lost in my hair as he holds me there. It’s like I’m drowning, and this kiss is the oxygen I need to breathe and survive.
We’re fused together at the lips, and I feel my body move on its own as I sink down on top of him until I feel how hard he is between my legs. And if I were to move and get up right now, you would be able to see my arousal on his gray sweatpants.
His lips leave mine to trail down my jawline as he opens my robe the slightest bit to expose my breasts. His eyes bounce between my breasts as he licks his lips before he lets out a small moan of approval and starts frantically kissing my chest until his mouth is wrapped around my nipple sucking it into his mouth. My hips begin to rock to gain the friction I am craving. His hands move to my hips to still me, and he releases his mouth from my nipple. “Peyton,” he groans. “If you keep moving like that, I am going to come before I’m even inside of you.”
I feel my cheeks flush, but my body heats up at the thought of him inside of me. This man makes me feel wanted. He looks at me in such a way that if he closes his eyes or takes his eyes off me, I’m going to disappear. His touch lights me up like fireworks on the Fourth of July. At this moment right now, I have decided that I want this. I want him. Fuck the consequences of my actions.
“Then take them off, Mr. Ford.”
I watch his eyes darken right in front of me. I can feel his grip tighten on my hips as if he’s still trying to hold some sort of restraint. “Tell me you really want this.”
“Yes, I do,” I reply without an ounce of hesitation.
I feel a deep rumble in his chest as he moves to get up off the couch with me in his arms. My legs tighten around his waist and a small squeal escapes my lips as he tightens his hold around me. It’s not a hold that he’s afraid to drop me, it’s a hold that tells me he wants this as much as I do.
“Thomas,” I giggle. But he doesn’t answer me as we head down the hallway towards my bedroom. We don’t even make it halfway down the hall before he lowers me to my feet and presses me against the wall with force and his lips find mine again. His tongue dances with mine as his hands grope every part of me like he can’t figure out where he wants them. He presses against me, and I can feel his cock against me, and a small moan escapes my mouth.
“Do you feel this, Peyton? You do this to me.”
“Thomas,” I whimper. “Take me to the bedroom.”
He grips my ass to lift me against him again. This time, I am pressed directly on his hard length as he holds me and kisses a line along my collar bone. He releases one hand from my ass to open the door and slam it shut behind us. Before I know it, he has me thrown on the bed. I’m still wearing my robe with nothing underneath it. The tie to the robe has come undone, revealing a small part of my stomach and the top hangs off my shoulders. I lift myself to my elbows as I stare at his dark eyes drinking me in. The way he’s staring at me burns a hole right through me and I can feel a throbbing sensation growing stronger at my core.
I watch as the corner of his lip lifts to form a small smirk on his face and his hand rubs along his sharp jaw as if he’s contemplating what he’s going to do to me first.
I don’t wait for him to decide. I pull the strap of the robe, my eyes never leaving his. It falls open, completely exposing me to him. His eyes move from mine to my breasts and my nipples harden from the cool air hitting them mixed with the fire from his eyes. He moves to pull his t-shirt over his head in one swift motion. Instinctively, my jaw hangs open at the sight in front of me. His V-shaped sex lines are on full display while his sweatpants hang a little too low on his waist.
I swear to God, it's Niagara Falls between my legs as I drink his body in.
I pull my lower lip between my teeth as a grin forms on my lips and within seconds, Thomas is on top of me, caging my head in on both sides with his thick, corded forearms. The way he’s staring at me sends goosebumps down my spine, while his close proximity heats up every other part of me.
“Kiss me,” I tell him.
With a murmur of curse words under his breath, he lowers himself so that his lips are on mine. His body is pressed hard against mine as my hands begin to grip his back and my hips rock up to crave the feel of him between my legs. I want him so badly that my hands move to the waistband of his sweats to try and push them down the slightest. I want him to know that I want this. Why the fuck are they still on?
He swats my hand away and hisses, “No, Peyton.” My hands fall from his waistband, and I am sure the look of disappointment washes over me. But it’s not for long because he takes my chin with one hand to make sure I’m looking into his eyes when he tells me, “I want this. I want you,” he pauses, and his eyes bounce back and forth between mine. “I have wanted you like this for so long. You naked and spread out for me. My lips kissing every part of your body. My hands learning your every curve. My cock stretching your tight pussy,” he pauses to plant a quick kiss to the corner of my lips. “But I want to take my fucking time with you, Sunshine.”
My hands grip each side of his face as I stare intently into his eyes. However, I can't find the words to say back to him so instead, I pull his face to mine to give him another kiss, silently telling him that I want him too.
