The Professional Lover (18+) | [Complete]

16 : Watching Him

The following chapter contains explicit material intended for an 18+ audience ONLY.

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Mickey is a busy man, spending most of his time editing. I didn't realize how much of a hand he had in Lustrous, and I didn't know he had a separate company 3M with two partners. Even after eight days, I don't know much about anything he does. I hardly had enough time to ask questions between all the hot sex.

I had been alone for a while now, relaxing on the couch and reading a book that was on the coffee table. I could have snooped through his stuff or licked all of his spoons, but I hadn't. Yet. How the man still believes I'm sane, I have no idea.

I hear the door open. "Sorry, sorry. I'm back," he says.

He had to left to go a meeting at the studio. He'll pay for that. I sit silently and read.

"Did you survive without me?" he asks. I say nothing. "I was going to make lunch. If you're hungry." Mickey is also an amazing cook. He is, as he says, the stereotypical Italian man. He promised me chicken piccata tonight, but I won't let my hunger interrupt my little game. "Are you ignoring me?" he asks with a laugh. I keep pretending to read.

He pulls my book down slightly and then leans over to kiss me. He slips his tongue in my mouth and I know what he's after, but I feel like playing coy. When he pulls away, I lift my book again. He growls.

He pulls my shorts off quickly. He eases my legs apart, trailing tantalizing, slow kisses down my stomach, my inner thigh all the way to my apex. I sigh as I feel his tongue against me.

He runs his tongue up and down the full length of my folds slowly. He does this a few more times before I realize I have dropped my book to the ground. He inserts a finger, stroking it against my g-spot as he continues to swirl his tongue, making me start to quiver. When I begin to tense, he stops.

I whimper as he removes his fingers, and when I see his mischievous smile, know I've already lost the game.

He sits up on his knees and pulls down his pants. His erection springs from them eagerly, and I bite my lip as he rips open the condom packet and rolls it on. He pushes into me slowly, then immediately begins a vigorous rhythm. He knows me inside and out, finding my pleasurable spots quickly, rubbing himself against them feverishly, and I feel myself building towards climax again.

He lifts my shirt, exposing my breasts to him, but all he does is look. He presses his hand against my chest, somewhat pinning me in a position to only receive him in any way he wants. He thrusts deeply and I moan uncontrollably as he stares down at me. He reaches down and rubs my clit, intensifying everything.

My body quivers beneath his dominant touch and he smiles. He loves the power he has over me, but I know how he ticks too. I tense my muscles around him as hard as I can manage. He tosses his head back with a painful moan, and his hand grips my hip tightly.