Page 60 of That First Night
“Thomas,” a moan of pleasure.
“Peyton,” he draws out my name in one long breath, almost as if it pains him to say it.
“Thomas,” I plead. “Look at me.”
He pulls his head from my neck and his eyes are on mine. I use the hands cupping his face to pull him in for a kiss. This time, I kiss him with need. Letting him know that I want this too. More than anything.
I break away from the kiss and smile up at him, “Now fuck me, Thomas. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
He thrusts into me hard and deep. I will never recover from this.
“I can’t get over how tight you are. This pussy was made for me, baby.” He pushes into me harder and faster and that same intense pleasure fucking hits me again. “Come with me this time, Peyton.”
“I’m going to—” I pause because I can’t say any more words. My hips move on their own, in rhythm with each of his thrusts. My legs tighten around his waist, and it hits me fast.
“You’re fucking milking me, baby,” he moans as the muscles in his stomach tighten. “Your pussy is squeezing my cock so hard. You’re coming. I can feel it.”
“Fuck. Oh my God,” I scream, pressing my center into him harder as the pleasure shoots right to my pussy. “Thomas.”
“Yes, baby!” he screams back right before his own release takes over and he’s coming. “Fuuuuck.”
His thrusts slow until he comes down from his own release. Our breaths mix together in the space between us. Unspoken words linger in the air. His eyes dance between mine. He removes himself from inside of me and rolls onto the bed next to me. My arms fall to the sides of my head and we both lay spread out on my bed.
“I’m going to get washed up,” I cut through the silence.
“Let me,” he says.
“No,” I cut him off. “I’ve got it.”
He doesn’t say anything more as he lays with his eyes closed while he regulates his breathing. Nerves dance around in my stomach as I quickly wash up in the bathroom. I know Thomas would take care of me, but right now I think we both need a minute after that. When I’m done, I throw on a new robe and walk out of the bathroom. My eyes widen in shock as I find Thomas is sitting up in my bed, tucked under my blankets. I don’t know what made me think that he would head back to his room.
He lifts the covers next to him and pats the bed. “Come here.”
I scurry over to the bed and climb in next to him. He opens his arm for me to snuggle up close to him, and I bury my head in his arm as he settles into the pillow. One leg drapes over his exposed leg and my arm wraps around his waist. Ever so lightly, his fingertips brush the small of my back. Trailing up and down, sending shivers down my spine with each brush.
“Can I ask you something?” I break the silence.
“Of course, baby.”
His term of endearment hits me right in my chest. My breath becomes lodged in my throat, and I find it hard to breathe. So instead of asking him the heavy question that I want to ask him, which is what this means between us, I shock myself with the words that come out of my mouth.
“Can you stay here tonight?”
The warm body draped over me wakes me up from sleep before the sun is even up. Her leg is tangled over mine and her head is nestled into my neck, and I feel her breath on my ear as she lays asleep next to me. I lost count of how many orgasms I gave her last night and neither of us had the energy to get up from the bed. That’s why I’m now forcing myself to move from the comfort ofher. It’s not the bed and it’s not the pillows that make me want to stay here… it’s her.
Unfortunately, I have to get to my bed before James wakes up. Every morning when he wakes up, he climbs into my bed, tucks his little feet under my legs and turns on the television to watch whatever cartoon he’s in the mood for that day. Honestly, there’s no better way to be woken up than that little boy snuggled against me. I know one day he won’t climb into my bed anymore, so I live for those little moments.
This moment right here comes in a close second, though. For a moment, I think to myself how much I’ve missed out on by kicking out one night stands before they fall asleep. Although, I don’t think it's the feeling ofanybody next to me. This early morning high I’m feeling isPeyton’sbody next to me and I never want to come down.
I look over at the clock and see that it’s four in the morning. Carefully, I pull back the blanket from our legs and slide myself out from under her body. She doesn’t wake up but nestles her body into the pillow I was sleeping on.
I take a moment to scan her body from head to toe. We both had a moment of weakness last night where we gave into the temptation that we both have been fighting for far too long. But something shifted between us last night and I want more of that.
Her long, blonde hair is draped over the pillows and is a mess from our hands being all over each other. The thought of last night has my dick waking up to sayhi.
I leave her room and make the walk to mine, hating the idea of her waking up without me and wondering why I’m not there, but we live in the same house, and I took the day off work today, which she doesn’t know yet. I had no meetings scheduled so I said fuck it and decided to work from home since I worked in the office all weekend.
Before climbing into bed, I peek my head into James' room and see that he’s sound asleep. I must have been tired enough to doze off the second my head hits the pillow because the next thing I know, James' little feet tuck under my legs the way they always do, and the TV is turned on.
