Page 58 of That First Night
As soon as he hits my collar bone with his lips, my fucking weak spot, my eyes close and my head falls back while a small moan comes out of my mouth. His one hand moves to grip my breast in his hand while his mouth travels to my other breast and he takes it into his mouth.
“Thomas,” I breathe out. My back arches into him because the feeling is so strong, and he has me so worked up already. He sucks hard on my nipple and I’m almost at the point that the pleasure is too much. “I need more.”
“I’m going to give you more, baby,” he says, barely above a whisper. As he speaks, his hand travels down my body to the area throbbing between my thighs. He squeezes my upper thigh and continues to speak, “I know what you need.” His fingers dive into my wet pussy, and he presses firmly on my clit, causing an electric current to charge through my body. “This pussy was made for me.” My eyes close and I can barely register Thomas speaking, “And I’m going to give you exactly what you need, Peyton.”
His lips are not touching mine but are close enough that I can feel his heavy breathing on my lips. His eyes never leave my face as if he wants to watch me fall apart with his fingers deep inside of me. The second he slips another finger in and continues to pump me with his hand, I do just that. I fall apart as an intense orgasm crashes through me.
“Less than seven minutes, baby,” he whispers into my ear before planting a kiss on my neck. I am still trying to regulate my breathing. My clit is still throbbing, despite my release. I want, no, I NEED more from him.
He peppers kisses in a trail down my chest, reaching my stomach and I feel myself suck in a sharp breath and my hand moves to cover the lower part of my stomach. Suddenly, all of the confidence that was buzzing through me vanished. I don’t have the slimmest waist. I’m just an average girl so there’s some fluff there, but I’m an expert at hiding it inside my high waisted leggings.
“Don’t do that,” he hisses.
“Do w-what?”
“Hide yourself,” he says. “Don’t hide yourself from me. You’re fucking perfect, Peyton.”
I don’t say anything in response, but I move my hand away from my stomach and let out the breath I was holding.
“So fucking perfect,” he says under a bated breath, as if he’s telling himself that confession while he kisses every part of my stomach before his head is between my legs. My legs move on their own and open up for him. I can feel his breath before he turns his head to kiss the inside of my thigh. “I don’t think I will ever get over how good you taste,” he says, before I feel the stubble from his beard brush my skin as he scoops his arms under my thighs, and almost instantly his tongue slides through my wet pussy.
“More,” I moan. I don’t want him to stop doing what he’s doing because it feels so fucking good. His tongue continues to work my clit before he sucks it so hard, I’m pretty sure I see stars. I am literally on the verge of a second orgasm already. This man is trying to kill me.
“First, I had you coming on my fingers,” he growls against my clit. “Now I want you to come on my tongue, Peyton. I want to drink up every last drop from this sweet pussy.”
“I can’t.” Because there is no way I can come again so soon.
“You can and you will,” he hisses as my hips move on their own. “Ride my face, baby. Come for me.”
His tongue continues to lap my clit for a few minutes before he suction cups himself on my clit and I’m sent over the edge again. Fucking again. How?
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs as he lifts himself up from between my legs.
“Hands and knees,” he orders.
What? No. It’s my turn.
I sit up on the bed and cross my arms over my chest and he tips his head to the side with a questioning glare. “What’s with the pout, Ms. Kelly?” he says playfully.
“You know,” I say, with a seductive glare into his eyes. Moving off the bed to stand in front of him, my eyes remain on his as my hand moves to cup his hard length in his sweatpants. “You’re not the only one who has fantasies.” I slip my hand into the waistband of his sweatpants, gripping his cock from inside.
A moan erupts from his chest, and he hoarsely mumbles my name, “Peyton.”
“Do you remember,” I slide his sweatpants down just below his hips, my hand never leaving his cock, giving it slow strokes. “That night you walked in on me in the bathtub?” The sweatpants fall to the floor, and it allows me deeper access to grip his length up and down from base to tip. “You want to know what I was thinking about, Thomas?”
He swallows the lump in his throat as his dark eyes trail from mine to my hand stroking him slowly. “What?”
“You,” I admit. My tongue slides across my bottom lip as I lower myself to my knees in front of him. “You couldn’t see,” I continue as I drop to my knees, eye level with his cock. His breath becomes rapid and uneven. “But my fingers were so deep in my pussy.” I watch as he sucks in a sharp breath at my admission. “I couldn’t stop thinking about this.” My tongue licks the precum from his cock while my hand continues to stroke him. “Your cock. And how it would feel.” I lick up his long length while keeping eye contact with him, before sucking the tip. “Deep inside my pussy instead of my fingers.”
“Peyton,” he growls. His eyes never leave my lips.
I smirk up at him one more time before I suck the tip of his cock and take the whole length in my mouth. I bob my head a few times and I hear him moan a string of curse words before his hands tangle themselves in my hair.
“Fuck, Peyton. You take my cock so well.” My one hand grips his ass as his cock bobs in and out of my mouth. Alternating between licking and sucking, my other hand is stroking as I suck hard. I watch as the muscles in his stomach tighten. He’s already close. “Is this what you thought about? My cock buried deep in your throat?” His deep voice cuts through me and my eyes lift the slightest to watch him as I suck harder. “Touch yourself, baby. Rub your pretty pussy for me while I fuck your face.”
I gag with his cock deep in my throat and my hand that was gripping his ass for a deeper suck, is now rubbing my clit. I barely register the tears streaming out of my eyes uncontrollably as he fucks my face. I’m definitely going to fucking come again.
“Peyton.” My name comes out in a strained voice at the same time the hand that was stroking him cups his balls. “I’m going to fucking come.”
