Nervous and needing a distraction, I leaned forward to take the deep blue silk tie off the table. Running it through my fingers, I asked, "How do you tie a tie? I never learned."
He placed his glass on the table and slid the tie from my hands. "Come. Sit between my legs and I'll show you."
I stood and turned to see him spread his legs wider to accommodate me. Nervous but suddenly desperate to be close to him, I sat down in front of him but on the edge of the couch, unsure of myself.
"Move back."
I did as he commanded and moved back until my shoulders touched his chest. Sitting ramrod straight, I waited for him to begin, anticipating how wonderful it would feel as his hands slid around my neck.
He leaned forward and moved my hair over to one shoulder. "The first thing is to make sure all of this is out of the way."
My neck was exposed, and as he spoke, his warm breath danced across my skin. I closed my eyes and willed my body to relax, hoping he couldn't hear my heart nearly pounding through my chest.
His voice was low and husky in my ear. "Lean back against me, Nina."
I slowly let myself fall back against him, feeling his hard chest against my back. His head was next to mine, his mouth positioned next to my ear so I felt every breath he took in and let out.
"The first thing to know is that there's only one kind of knot you need to master. The Windsor knot."
"Oh. I thought there were others," my voice squeaked out.
"Maybe for boys, but men tie the Windsor knot."
The way he said the word 'men' made my stomach flutter. In truth, I'd probably dated more boys than men, but Tristan Stone was definitely a man.
His arms came over my shoulders until he rested his hands near my collarbone, each one holding an end of the tie. "Now pay attention because I'm going to want you to show me you can do it after this," he whispered in my ear.
Unfortunately, the sensual timbre of his voice combined with the feel of his hands so close to my breasts made paying attention impossible. I thought he said something about the wide end and the narrow end, and he may have said something about looping, but I was lost in the experience and couldn't have cared less about the actual tying of the tie.
"Finally, tighten and you're done."
I opened my eyes and looked down to see his hands so big resting on the tie below a perfectly done Windsor knot, his large stainless steel watch heavy against me. My lower abdomen tightened at the feel of his fingers on my body, and a delicious ache settled into between my legs.
How wonderful it would feel to have those hands gliding over my skin, those fingers touching my body.
He slid the tie from my neck and undid all his work. "Now you show me what you learned."
I attempted to take the tie from his hand, but he pulled it away and whispered, "On me. Turn around and sit toward me."
Nervous fear shot through me as I stood up, and I hoped I'd be able to turn around without my legs giving out. The dress I wore only fell to the middle of my thighs, so when I straddled him, it was likely to ride up so far my panties would show. I didn't care about that so much as him knowing that I was already dripping wet just from sitting there pressed up against him.
Taking a deep breath, I turned around and climbed on top of his lap. He stared into my eyes, unnerving me, but something held me firm in his gaze. His hard cock pressed against the front of his pants and my damp panties. There was no way he didn't know how excited he'd made me.
I took the tie from his hand and slid it around his strong neck, even as my fingers trembled at the feel of him underneath them. Trying to hide my ignorance of my task, I wrapped the wide end of the tie around the narrow end, but it was no use. I didn't know what came next.
Dropping the two ends of silk, I looked down to avoid his gaze. "I'm sorry. I don't know how to do this."
"You didn't listen when I told you how to?" he asked in a voice that was as seductive as it was stern.
Shaking my head, I continued to look down at the untied ends of the blue fabric laying against his shirt. "I couldn't. You were so close, and it was impossible to pay attention to what you were saying."
He slid his hands down my back and cupped my ass to pull me into him, grinding my soaked panties into the thin fabric separating his cock from me. Kneading my flesh through my dress, he whispered near my mouth, "I love how honest you are, Nina. It makes me want to be honest with you."
I wasn't sure how to answer, but it didn't matter. As my head swum from the sensations he'd created in me, he pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me. His lips were soft yet demanding, and I eagerly kissed him back, seeking a release of that sweet ache, but his kiss only increased the feeling, making me want more.
He nudged his hips off the couch, sliding his cock over my sensitive clit, and I couldn't stop myself from moaning into his mouth. I didn't want him to think he had this effect on me so soon, but I was powerless. I wanted him so badly at that moment, I would have done anything to keep his hands on my body.
Unable to stop myself, I began to timidly move my hips to ride him, still fully clothed but needing so much to come. I didn't care that he wasn't inside me or even that I looked too eager. I wanted him to get me off, even if it was just rubbing against his cock through his pants.
He had other ideas, though. Pressing his palms against the tops of my thighs, he stopped me from grinding against him, and I moaned a needy sound into his mouth. God, I wanted him!
His thumbs slid under the bottom of my panties and touched my bare skin, making my thighs quiver in anticipation. Dragging the pads of his thumbs up and down over my pussy, he was careful to avoid my swollen clit, driving me mad with desire.
"Please don't tease me, Tristan," I whispered breathlessly next to the corner of his mouth.
"I want to make you feel good, Nina."
I so desperately wanted that too. Kissing his neck, I moaned my need into his warm skin, so soft beneath my lips.
"Sir, I have completed the task you assigned," a man's voice intoned from somewhere in the room.
Shocked that we weren't alone, I popped upright and looked around. "What was that?"
Leaning his head back, Tristan spoke toward the ceiling. "Rogers, thank you. That will be all for tonight." Facing me again, he smiled. "Maybe we should move this somewhere more private."
Torn out of the mood, I was disoriented. I'd thought this was private.
Tristan kissed me again and I knew instantly Rogers' interruption hadn't dampened his mood any. Lifting me off him, he stood and took my hand. "Follow me."