Page 62 of Show Me How
I pull my hand away and tap her ass. She sneaks a quick look at me, showing her pretty blue eyes as they widen before she’s stumbling forward. The bed can’t be bigger than a double, but it’ll work for this. For now.
Millie crawls onto the mattress, pressing one knee onto it at a time. I watch in silence as she lies on her back and stares at the ceiling. Her throat jumps while her chest rises with slow breaths. The shirt she’s wearing droops at the shoulders in this position, exposing the thin straps of her bra. I work to keep my own breaths the same speed as hers when she curls her toes at the end of the bed and places her hands flat on the mattress.
With her head popped on the pillows, she should have no choice but to stare at me when I move to the end of the bed, but she keeps her eyes on the ceiling. The way her body moves with a shiver doesn’t escape me, and I hate that I can’t tell if it’s from excitement or the constant chill in here.
“Why is it so cold in here?” I ask, keeping my voice low.
“There’s no thermostat. And I don’t know how to light a fire.”
Concern races through me as I grip the door frame. “Don’t move, Millie. Wait for me just like that.”
“Okay,” she whispers without argument.
I turn around stiffly, bothered by more than just the chill. It’s too cold in here, and I should have done something about it the first time I noticed. The older cabins don’t have heat, and I doubt anyone has shown her how to start a fire before.
Grinding my teeth, I ignore the throb in my cock and stop in front of the fireplace. There are chopped logs beside it, and I get to work. There’s everything you need to start a fire in a basket on top of the fireplace, but fuck, Shelly could have spent a few minutes at least giving Millie a quick rundown.
The moment the fire sparks, I feed it into a large flame and shut the heavy door, leaving it open just enough for the heat to disperse faster. I linger for a minute, waiting to see if it’s going to die out before going back to the bedroom.
When I reach the doorway again, my chest constricts at the sight of her still in the same spot, unmoving. Her eyes are on the ceiling as she breathes quickly.
“Look at me,” I urge, trying to keep my excitement dimmed.
She stares at me, and her chest deflates before inflating immediately. “Did you light a fire?”
“I did, and before I leave, I’m showing you how to do it yourself so you don’t freeze to death.”
“Thank you.” The words are heavy, too heavy for this moment.
“Hitch your skirt up to your hips and ditch the tights, Millie,” I command, pushing forward.
Colour floods her cheeks. Her eyes stay locked on mine as she brings her hands to the flowing hem of her skirt and flips it up. I move through the room to the small armchair in the corner. Pulling it to the end of the bed, I sit and shove my hands into my pockets.
Millie hesitates once her fingers disappear beneath the waistband of her skirt, touching the same place we were together. I nod, giving her silent encouragement to keep going.
With a flare of her nostrils, she works her tights down to her thighs before reaching in front of her to pull them the rest of the way off. I chomp down on my tongue and grow harder in my jeans when I spy her panties.
Honestly, I’d have preferred men’s briefs over the baby blue silk in front of me. There’s nothing innocent about these, and I’m having a hard time getting my brain to stop glitching the longer I stare at the small, damp circle over the centre of them.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her voice tight.
The beige tights fall to the floor in a ball. I unclench my fist and press down roughly on the tip of my cock through my jeans when it twitches toward my hand. I’m too goddamn hard, and I’ve never been the guy to bust early, but for the first time in my life, I’m scared I could.
I nod and pull my hands from my pockets. “When you’re alone, what do you do first?”
She spreads her legs wider, her knees bent, while tucking a hand down into her panties. I watch it press against the silk as she brings her touch to the part of her that I know is already slick.
“Good girl. Tell me how that feels,” I murmur.
Her eyes flare, the black ring around that beautiful blue contracting. “It’s nice.”
“Nice? That’s it?”
She nods twice, her hand moving slowly. “Should it feel different?”
I can’t tell if she’s being serious, and that bothers me. Unable to stay seated, I step toward the bed and blow out a loose breath.
“You tell me, Millie. It’s your pussy, not mine.”
