Page 8 of That First Night
The way her breath hitches and the fact that she can’t even respond to me, tells me that if I bunch this gown up and slide my fingers into her panties, I will find her soaked for me. Just the idea of her being wet with arousal, has my dick ready to stand at full attention.
“Tell me you don’t have a boyfriend, Peyton.” I lean in to whisper in her ear, taking a moment to inhale her scent. She smells like fucking roses. My hands aren’t even touching her yet and I can feel the heat radiating off of her. I have her head caged between my hands, but I have this need to touch her.
“I-I’m single,” she whispers back as her eyes close and her head presses back against the wall.
It isn’t until I pull away from her ear, that she opens her eyes to look right at me. All my restraint is out the window when those light blue eyes with thick full lashes stare directly into mine. I waste no time placing my hand directly on the back of her neck, letting my fingers find their place in her hair while my other hand grabs her hips with a tight squeeze.
Not another second passes before I crash my lips to hers like I have waited my whole life to kiss her. The jolt of electricity that shoots between us, is something I have never felt with another woman. I don’t ever kiss women, I fuck. Kissing is too intimate, and women think I want a relationship when I kiss them. That’s why I have always avoided it with the women I bring home. But Peyton has this pull over me and I have thisneedto kiss her that’s driving me insane.
For a moment, I think she is going to pull away, but then her hands find the back of my head and she pulls me closer to deepen the kiss. She has to raise slightly on her toes to reach me, forcing us together. Right here, in this dimly lit hallway, the fronts of our bodies are fused together like glue. Her body melts into mine and feels like it was made for me. My hands fight the urge to learn and explore every part of her body.
The feel of her curves against me have me pinning her to the wall. She lets out an audible gasp between kisses, when she feels how fucking hard she has made me.
My tongue slips past her lips and she opens up for me, allowing our tongues to dance. She tastes like tequila and even though I am not a tequila man, fuck if I don’t love the taste of it now.
I gently give her bottom lip a bite as I pull away from the kiss, wanting more than anything to taste the rest of her. When I pull away, she tips her head back against the wall to look up at me. I take that moment to dive right into the hollow of her neck, inhaling that scent of roses. God. Damn. Fucking. Roses.
“From the moment you walked in tonight,” I say as she melts further into me the second my lips touch the pounding pulse on her neck, and I start trailing kisses from her ear to her collar bone. “I’ve had a raging hard on, picturing what’s underneath this dress of yours and wondering how you feel.” She lets out the faintest moan and I swear if I wasn’t paying attention to every little thing she’s doing, I would have missed it.
Yup. That does it for me and confirms that if I lift this dress, she will be soaked for me.
Removing my hand from her waist, I continue peppering her with kisses, while I slowly bunch up her dress to slip my hands between her thighs.
“Thomas,” she moans, as her hands find my shoulders.
“Tell me, Sunshine,” I whisper between kisses. My hand skimming her upper thigh. “If I slip my hands between your pretty little legs, are you going to be wet for me?”
Without hesitation, she says, “God, yes.”
My hand slips under her dress to cup the outside of her panties and fuck, she didn’t lie. “Fuck,” I groan. “You’re soaked.” My dick is going to burst through the seams of my pants any second.
My hand finds the hem of her panties and with one swift motion, I tear them off. I don’t think I have ever ripped panties off a woman before, but she has the inner animal in me coming out full force.
She lets out a gasp as her eyes trail to my hand where I am holding her bright red panties and she watches me stuff them in my suit pocket. “You can have them back later.” I smirk knowing that she will, in fact, not be getting them back later. They just have to be bright fucking red? It’s the sexiest thing I have seen in my life.
My hand finds its way back to the warmth between her legs and without hesitation, my thumb finds her clit. As soon as I do, she lets out a faint moan and her lower back arches off the wall to press into my hand. Her hips slowly start to grind into my hand, telling me she wants more.
“That’s it,” I say into the nape of her neck. “Ride my hand. Take what you need from me.”
“Thomas,” she moans into my ear.
I let out a growl as I move my finger from her clit to dip inside of her and I can already tell how tight she is. She has the softest pussy I have ever felt in my life. I continue working my finger in and out of her, her body wiggles around me, telling me she wants more.
“More,” she whispers, as if she thinks I can’t tell from the way her body responds to me.
“Do you like this, Peyton? Do you like the feel of me playing with your tight little pussy while we are out here in the open where anyone can see us?” I whisper into her ear.
Her body shivers at my words but doesn’t hesitate when she responds with, ‘Yes. Thomas, yes.”
I slide my finger out and immediately dive back into her tight pussy with two fingers, working her G-spot and continuing to rub my thumb over her bundle of nerves until I feel her convulse around me.
“Yes, Thomas,” she says with a loud moan. “That’s the spot.”
The thought of someone hearing her sweet fucking moans has me acting primal. I want to keep her moans bottled up for me and only me. “Let go, Peyton. Let me feel you go over the edge.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I can feel that she’s there. “That’s it, Sunshine. I can feel your pussy pulsing around my fingers.”
“Thomas. Thomas,” she screams as her orgasm courses through her body, and I feel her cum soak my fingers and drip down my wrist.
Holy fuck. She is the hottest fucking woman I have ever seen in my life.
