When he stepped away from me, I sucked in air and turned back towards the sink, trying to regain my composure. He wasn’t just making me feel safe and content he was making me feel desire and heat. It was a foreign feeling. I’d never felt like I was capable of being the seducer. Then again, I’d never put myself in a situation where I could do such a thing. Either way, I found myself wanting to turn the tables and seduce him. I enjoyed him being domineering and bossy, but make no mistake, I knew I held some of the cards. As I loaded the dishwasher, he cleared the table. Every time he’d place something on the counter, he’d brush up against me. All of my senses were on high alert and my body anticipated every slight touch. Clearly our discussion was over.
By the time I was done, I felt like I was strung out on some hallucinogenic. I was craving him. Completely worked up, and being that it was getting late, I figured it might be best if I went and lay down and tried to go to sleep. At least dreaming about him could satiate some of my desire.
Turning around, I exaggerated a yawn. “I’m pretty worn out. I think I’m going to head to bed.”
He was watching me. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was fully aware that he was on to me. “Ok, Kat. I’ll be in after I call my dad and let him know that you’ll be joining us.”
Nodding, I slipped past him and headed straight to his room. I’d considered leaving on his boxers, but I ended up taking them off because I never sleep with shorts or pajama pants. They make me feel constricted. If I left them on now, he’d more than likely question me about it. Climbing in his bed, I scooted over to what I now deemed my side and curled onto my side. Several minutes passed and I was growing restless. His scent was all around me — on the sheets, on his clothes, and each time I inhaled I knew my need was close to spilling over. I tossed and turned. My legs were scissoring under the covers, constantly searching for a cool spot to rest them. My whole body felt overheated. Flinging the sheets off me, I nearly growled. I could feel warmth coursing through me and I was desperate for something.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
Timber was standing in the doorway. I’d been so consumed with need I never even saw his shadow block the light filtering in the room. Turning my head, I looked at him. I didn’t know how to tell him what I needed. Regardless of how desperate for release I felt, this was still uncharted territory for me. He told me a couple of weeks ago that I’d be the one to ask for him to touch me. So, with a shaky breath, I finally said the words.
“I need… I need… something.”
He took a few steps into the room. I wished I could see his eyes, but the light was behind him so his face was masked in darkness. “What do you need, Kat?”
I shook my head, incapable of saying the words. “I’m not sure.”
Another predatory step forward. “Yes, you do. Tell me.”
My legs couldn’t hold still. I felt a pool of liquid in my panties, and I was so lost I couldn’t begin to feel embarrassed about it. Timber wasn’t going to give me anything until I gave him what he wanted to hear. Desperation was pouring off me. The words formed in my mouth. “Touch me, Timber. Oh God, please touch me.”
Although dark in the room, I could see his half smile form. As he moved towards me, my eyes traveled down his body. He reached to the back of his neck and pulled his shirt over his head. I moaned at his simple movement. His briefs were tented in the front and he was already hard. He stood with his knees touching the mattress now. His chest was rising and falling in short bursts.
“Where do you want me to touch you?”
God, he was really going to make me say this, wasn’t he? Did I honestly have the courage to express what I wanted? Could I make this leap? I knew that if I let him start this, there wasn’t going to be any backing out. Timber was going to be an all or nothing guy. Bringing my hands down my body, I allowed my fingers to skim over my damp panties. My hips rose up on their own.
Timber groaned. “Fuck, you’re wet, aren’t you?”
“Drenched.” The words poured from my mouth.
“Touch yourself, Kat. Put your hand on your pussy and feel what I’ve done to you without even being in this bed.”
His voice was raspy. I took no time moving my hand under the small piece of fabric that covered my most intimate parts. He was right. He did this to me and he hadn’t even touched me yet. I slid my fingers through my slick folds, barely touching my already swollen clit. My other hand clung to the loose sheets by my side. I knew that this wasn’t going to last long, especially if his fingers were the ones caressing me.