When my legs trembled, I knew it was about to hit.
“I’m going to come!” I cried out as he pressed his lips to mine and finger fucked me to one hell of an orgasm. It felt naughty . . . knowing he had a whole party outside waiting for him and yet he took the time to finish pleasing me. It was almost as naughty as my first-ever orgasm. In the back hallway of the sanctuary with Peter . . . oh, what was his last name?
He was two years older and when he told me he wanted to put his fingers inside me and make me come, I had no idea what he was talking about. Ten minutes later I was begging him to do it again. We snuck around for four months, finding spots to kiss and make each other come until he finally took my virginity before he left for the Army.
“I need to feel your * come on my cock . . . tonight.”
I was still trying to recover my breathing from the orgasm when his dirty talk practically had me falling over the edge again. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.
“Do you like when I talk dirty to you?”
I nodded my head, afraid to look at him.
“You better change into your pj’s, baby. Sophie’s waiting for you.”
My eyes slowly opened and I wanted to argue so badly. “I . . . I don’t really have appropriate pj’s to wear to her um . . . her um . . .”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Slumber party?”
“Yes.”
Malcolm’s eyes drifted over to my bed as I followed his gaze. There sitting on the bed were two different sets of pajama’s. One was flannel and was from the movie Frozen, very much for Sophie’s party. The other was a white lace two-piece set of lingerie. My lower stomach clenched at the idea of parading around in front of Malcolm in it. Teasing his hard dick as I rubbed against him.
“Oh Lord in heaven,” I softly spoke.
His lips were on my neck as he chuckled. “I take it you saw what I want you to wear for me tonight.”
My mouth parted open as I stared at it and then glanced back to him. “Um . . . tonight?”
With a wink and flash of his panty-melting smile, he turned and headed out the door. Leaving me alone to wonder what tonight would bring.
I’d never been to a slumber party. Granted I was twenty-five, having one of the best nights of my life, and feeling like a five-year-old, but I didn’t care. It was so much fun watching Sophie and her friends playing and just doing what little girls their age did. The knock at the door had Sophie jumping up. “They’re here! Mommy, come quick. Paislie help!”
I was surprised to see it was only Autumn and me along with six other little girls. The fact that I was included made my heart want to burst from the giant happiness bubble I was currently living in.
When the door opened, six guys came walking in, each carrying at least four pillows with them.
Narrowing my eyes, I looked over at Autumn and asked, “I thought the girls were sleeping in their sleeping bags. What are all the pillows for?”
Autumn’s smile started off innocent and small. Then it grew bigger and had a bit of evil sprinkled in there.
I never saw it coming. From all sides of me little girls holding one to two pillows each were hitting me. Sophie screamed out, “Pillow fight!”
My hand came over my mouth as I was overcome with emotion. My first pillow fight! I spun around to say something to Autumn when she clocked me right on the side of my head . . . rendering me dazed for a good ten seconds. She covered her mouth and lost it laughing.
“Oh. Oh you just opened the gate of h.e.l.l!” I said as she screamed and took off running. It wasn’t right, but I pulled a pillow out of Sophie’s best friend Jordan’s hands and took off after Autumn.
“Run! Mommy, run!” Sophie shouted as she laughed.
“Get her, Paislie!” Sophie exclaimed.
I stopped running and turned to Sophie. “You can’t cheer both of us on, Sophie! It’s one or the other.”
Her face fell. “But I want you both to win.”
I went to say something when Autumn came up from the rear and got me again. This time I was prepared and retaliated with a quick spin and landed a hit right on the side of her face . . . causing her to drop to the ground.
“Yes!” I screamed as Autumn jumped back up with stealth moves. “Oh . . . you think because this is my first pillow fight, I ain’t got the moves?”
Autumn pressed her lips together in an attempt not to laugh.
“Ain’t isn’t a word, Ms. Paislie!” Jordan called out.
“It is tonight, Jordan!” I shouted and took off after Autumn.
This night would by far go down as one of the best nights of my life.
THE DOOR TO THE WORKOUT room opened as I peered up and saw her. “Morning.”
I wanted to be pissed off, but her beautiful smile and sparkling eyes wouldn’t allow it. I could hear the girls up almost half the night laughing and having fun. My heart wanted to burst knowing Paislie was enjoying herself so much.