His hand cups each of my breasts, tweaking each nipple once, before his fingers lightly trace over the swell of my stomach until they’re breaching the band of my panties. His pointer finger connects with my clit, and I gasp, trying to arch my back, but he keeps me in place.
“So wet for me already,” he muses, placing a kiss behind my ear. “I’ll take my time with you later, promise, but I can’t leave you wet and needy like this all day. That would be cruel. What do you say to me for taking care of you?”
I gasp as two of his fingers plunge inside me. “Th-thank you, Daddy.”
Saint thrusts his fingers, this thumb rolling my clit with the perfect pressure. I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm while standing, but I can already feel it tingling between my hips.
“So perfect. Let me hear how much you like my fingers stuffing your cunt.”
I oblige—like I have much of a choice—by moaning loudly. Saint groans in response, picking up the pace. He subtly thrusts against my ass, his cock hard and ready. I want to beg him to stick it inside me, but I can’t seem to form the words.
“Daddy,” I moan, right on the precipice. “More, please.”
He adds a third finger, and the thrumming of my clit increases. “Watch yourself fall apart on my fingers. Come all over my hand, gorgeous.”
Saint nips at my earlobe, and the little bit of pain is what sets me off. My orgasm nearly knocks me off my feet, but Saint keepsme held up as he works me through it, praising me the whole time.
“Look how pretty you are when you come. So good for Daddy. Thank you for giving me your pleasure, Mikelle.”
This man is going to ruin me.
When my orgasm subsides, Saint pulls his fingers from my panties and rights them, then he locks eyes with me in the mirror while licking my cum off his fingers. When his hand is clean, he turns me back around and presses a lingering kiss to my lips, then steps away. He chuckles when he sees the expression on my face. “I’ll take my time later, but we need to go. Get dressed, Mikey. We have a parade to get to and people to match up.”
With a disappointed nod, I pull on my jeans, followed by a red tank top and cream colored knit sweater with red hearts.
I guess this is a sign to start wearing my heart on my sleeve.
17
Iwash my hands in the kitchen sink, regretting I won’t have the scent of Mikey on me all day.
I’ve never, not once, hated being the town’s Cupid. It’s something I’ve enjoyed and look forward to every year, even if it means spending my birthday with one of my nipples exposed. I love watching the initial spark between two people glow brighter when I introduce them to their potential soulmate, and I love having a day dedicated to love. I love the bustle of the town, the music, the food, the overall excitement permeating the air.
Today, I wish I could spend my birthday at home, naked, wrapped in the woman of my dreams, making her come so many times her body is spent. I want to spend the entire day memorizing every freckle, scar, stretch mark, and birth mark. I want to learn everything I can about her, watch our favorite movies, play our favorite songs, and listen to her talk about her favorite books.
The secret I’m keeping from her makes me hesitant to go further with her. Is it such a big deal I purposely broke my van to see her? Part of me thinks it’s not, but a bigger part is worried she’ll think I’m absolutely insane and run for the hills.
I truly didn’t mean to barge into the guest room. I panicked that in the time it took me to shower, she decided she didn’t want to stay. In my defense, the door was slightly cracked, and I assumed it meant she wasn’t in there.
I definitely didn’t expect to walk in and find her looking like some type of siren.
Mikey is stunning in her coveralls covered in grease with her hair pulled away from her face. She was ethereal last night in my clothes, her hair in loose waves down her back. Absolutely breathtaking when I had my mouth on her pussy, her face flushed with pleasure as I made her come.
But seeing her wrapped in my third favorite color, the lace giving me a teasing peek of her nipples?
The blood rushed to my cock so fast I got a little dizzy.
It’s not even the lingerie that got me, not totally. It was the way she was standing, looking at her body with confidence. Almost like she was seeing herself for the first time.
I didn’t plan on fingering her in front of a mirror, but she kissed me so greedily, and I couldn’t leave her needy all day. I just wish I had moretime.
God, I wish we didn’t need to go to this parade.
Tucking my still-hard dick into the waistband of my briefs, I try to clear my head of the lust pumping through my veins. I have a job to do, and it doesn’t include tossing Mikey over my shoulder and sliding home between her thighs.
At least not right now.
Mikey comes out of the bathroom and slips on her boots. I want to turn around and look at her, but I’m afraid if I do I won’t be able to control my lust at all.
