I step up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, and press soft kisses to her neck. She sighs, relaxing into me as one of her hands tangles in my wet hair. She turns her head, and our lips press together, tongues tangling for dominance.My hands trail up and cup her breasts, gently brushing over her peaked nipples.
“Touch me, Saint,” she gasps into my mouth.
“I am touching you, sweetheart,” I tease, giving her nipples a gentle pinch.
“I need you to touch me lower.”
“Tell me exactly what you want, Mikey, use your words, and ask nicely.”
“Please, touch my pussy, Saint. I need you—” Her sentence is cut off by my fingers sliding through her wet lips, brushing against her clit.
“Goddamn, Mikelle, all of this for me? Does your needy little pussy need Daddy to show her how she deserves to be taken care of?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please take care of my pussy.”
I slip my fingers down until two of them breach her tight entrance and?—
A thud and a muffled curse pulls me from my fantasy at the same time I let out a pleasured groan and hot ropes of cum land in the palm of my hand.
Shit.
I hope she didn’t hear me.
I rush to my ensuite to clean up the mess and wash my hands before quickly stripping my clothes and pulling on a pair of flannel pajama pants and a new T-shirt.
When I walk out of my room, I see Mikey standing next to the landscape painting of the shore of Cupid’s Cove, her hair still slightly damp. The shirt I gave her looks like a dress, and the sweats pool at her ankles. The possessive, caveman side of me wants to beat my chest in pride over seeing her inmyclothes, and my cock twitches again, even though I just came.
“Everything okay?” I ask, startling her. She jumps, clutching her chest as she turns to look at me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“It’s okay. I was so mesmerized by the painting I didn’t even hear you.”
“I thought I heard a thud earlier, are you okay?”
Mikey bites her lip and doesn’t meet my eyes when she says, “Yeah, I’m fine. I got a little distracted by something and wasn’t watching where I was going, so I tripped over the coffee table.”
Oh fuck, did she actually hear me?
I sure hope not.
“You’re not hurt?”
“No, I swear.”
“You showered fast. What was that, less than fifteen minutes?”
“The hot water in my place runs out quickly, so I’ve mastered the art of quick showers. I could have stayed in yours for hours, though. Ruby’s products smell incredible, and it’s so spacious. I have a shower stall at home, and my elbows are always hitting the walls,” she rambles.
“Sounds like you need to move.”In with me.“Are you hungry at all?”
She shakes her head. “I’m still stuffed.”
“Well I’m going to prepare some meals for the next few days if you don’t mind. It makes eating easier when I don’t have to stop baking to prepare a whole meal. Have a seat, would you like something to drink? I have water, lemonade, juice, or I think I have some beer.”
“I’ll just have some water, thank you.”
