Page 55 of That First Night
“You’re nervous.” It’s a statement, not a question.
Her eyes shoot back up to me and the look on her face tells me she is shocked I have her all figured out. “H-how did you…” she pauses, releasing the hair from her hand. “How did you know?”
“I noticed.” I clear my throat before I continue, “that when you get nervous, you look down at the ground and tuck that little strand of hair behind your ear.”
“You noticed?”
Looking into her baby blue eyes, I respond to her statement, “I notice everything about you, Peyton.”
She doesn’t say anything back. Her eyes dance back and forth again between my eyes and her feet. After a brief moment, she relaxes even more into the couch, shifting her body closer to me and now, most of her legs are resting on my lap. I’ve never been more thankful that I put this pillow on my lap. Otherwise, she would be feeling how hard she’s made me with just the slightest move.
My hand moves to rub her feet which is something I’ve never really done to a woman before. My hands round her foot, and my thumbs press firmly in the sole and moves in small circles. My eyes are back on the movie because I can’t take a chance at what her face is telling me. I continue to move up and down her foot in small circles with my thumb. I move to the next foot and repeat the movement. I can feel her getting restless in her seat again at the same time I hear her breathing get more frantic. She keeps shifting her ass like she’s got an itch that needs to be scratched.
I can itch it for you, baby.
STOP IT.
As soon as the thought is in my mind, I hear her let out a small moan. A fucking MOAN! From a foot rub.Is she joking right now?
Feeling overconfident in that moan she just let out, my hand moves to her ankles where I continue to massage. She’s still wiggling that itch she can’t scratch, and her eyes are closed with her head pressed into pillows around her. I continue to move up her leg to her calves. Rubbing the back muscles of her leg, I see her hand clutch the blanket as if she’s about to orgasm.There is no way.
“Are you okay over there?” I smirk.
“Yes,” she moans. Her eyes still closed, and head still pressed back. I swallow a lump in my throat as my hands travel higher on her legs.
“Does this feel good, Peyton?”
“Oh god. Yes.”
I move the plush robe up the slightest bit to expose her thigh and continue my massage up her legs. My hands are right above her knees and as soon as my hand hits her mid-thigh, I hear another moan erupt from her mouth.
“Peyton,” I growl. “Those noises you're making…”
“I can’t help it,” she cuts me off. She lifts her head to look me in the eyes as she bites her lower lip. “This feels so good.”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“If you don’t keep going, I’m going to scream.” She laughs as her head falls back into the pillows. My restraint is gone. I’ve learned that when it comes to this woman, I can’t help myself. I need her. I want her more than I have ever wanted anyone. I don’t know what to do or where to go from here, but I do know how to make a woman feel pleasure. And I plan to fully give her any pleasure she wants to take from me.
“The only thing I want you to scream is my name when I make you come in seven minutes.” Her head shoots up at the same time her mouth falls open.
“What can I say? I’m quick,” I say with a wink.
I continue to travel up her thighs with my hands to the hem of her shorts. Only… she isn’t wearing any shorts. I inch my hands a little higher to find no panties either.
“Where the fuck are your panties?” I manage to say through gritted teeth.
She props herself up on both elbows as she looks me in the eyes, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. She has never struck me as the seductive type of girl, but right now, she has a look of ‘fuck me’ written all over her face. “I don’t wear them to bed,” she says, barely above a whisper.
“But you weren’t going to bed. You were coming to watch a movie with me.”
“Semantics,” she says, rolling her eyes with a smile.
“Were you hoping something would happen, Sunshine?” I grin as I lift an eyebrow. My hands are massaging the highest point of her thigh.
“I mean,” she pauses and shrugs her shoulders. “I wouldn’t be mad.”
I don’t feel the air leave my lungs, because now I’m holding my breath as my hand moves to cup her center. My hand connects with her bare skin, and she arches her back as her head falls back. Her hand has moved to grip the back cushion of the couch and I swear my dick turns to steel at the way her body reacts to my touch.
