My perfume? Maybe. But I’ve got a feeling Mickey’s lost himself to his primal side. No longer a man, but a beast driven by pure, raw instinct alone. He’s not sucking in a lungful of perfume; he’s breathing in my hormones. My lust.
The tip of his tongue meets my neck, and shivers tear through my body.
Kisses follow his licking while he leads me backward all over the house. The thick hammer between his legs springs to life with every soft squeak I make.
Mickey’s hands roam free across every inch of me. He pants and grunts against my neck, sending sparks of electricity over my skin. He maneuvers swiftly, even without being able to see where he’s going. I suppose the open plan space makes it easier to navigate, but even breaching the doorway to his bedroom isn’t an obstacle.
His exploration of my body stops when his knees hit the back of his bed. It’s the first time he’s fully released me from his grip since we got here, and I hate not having him touch me.
“Turn around, Brianna,” Mickey instructs.
I do as I’m told.
He takes a seat on his bed, rubbing the palm of his hand on the inside of his thighs. He’s touching himself. For me.
“I want to watch you undress.”
Warmth floods my cheeks. “There isn’t much to take off.”
I chuckle at my stupid remark.
“Then do it,” Mickey orders in a commanding tone.
I hook my hands under my dress and lift it slowly. Embarrassment floods to my surface, and I struggle to raise it higher than mid-thigh. He’s seen my pussy, but Mickey hasn’t seen me naked yet. What if I’m unappealing? What if my curves don’t look as good without the tight-fitting clothes on?
His green orbs linger over my body, zoning in hard on my breasts. The hand between his legs starts moving faster.
“I’m nervous,” I admit.
“I can tell. It’s your first time, it’s understandable. But I will take care of you, Brianna,” he says.
“Not that,” I shake my head. “I’m scared that you’re not going to like what you see.”
“A woman’s body?Yourbody? You don’t have to be shy around me.”
The warmth in my cheeks turns into blazing heat. But his words give me the courage I need to hoist the dress overhead and toss it aside. Mickey’s eyes widen, and he groans, firmly pressing his hand against his cock.
“You have nothing to worry about,” he says. “You’re fucking perfect, Brianna.”
Mickey pats his lap for me to sit on it. I walk over to him and straddle his hips. His delicate touch runs up my body, and both hands find the clasp of my bra. He snaps it off without any resistance.
His eyes are locked on the globes hanging from my chest.
“Christ, I feel like a newborn babe, ready to suckle on me ma’s teat,” Mickey says. The abrupt comment makes both of us explode in a fit of laughter.
When we’ve settled down, Mickey does exactly that. He grunts like a starving man, getting his first taste of food in weeks. His tongue runs over the sharp buds of my nipples, flicking furiously across my skin. I snake a hand through his hair, lost to the overwhelming sensations tearing through my body. Without warning, Mickey sinks his teeth into my delicate flesh. The sharp sting makes me wince, but it’s quickly replaced by overwhelming pleasure.
One of Mickey’s hands wraps around my waist, grabbing a handful of ass, and the other sinks between my thighs. His digits find my sweet spot without effort. He applies pressure to my clit, rotating short, tight circles over the delicate nub. My mind and body can’t cope with these new sensations.
I start rattling against Mickey’s body. It’s happening again, the same way it did the night Mickey licked me, and even tonight in the restaurant. The sharp spike of euphoria released from my core melts across my body, and I orgasm against his fingertips.
“What was that for?” I ask when Mickey pulls his hand out from between my legs. He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean of whatever liquid got on them.
Fuck, he’s driving me crazy.
“I had to make sure your cunt was wet and ready for me.” He slides his tongue over my lips and I get a taste of myself on him.
“I’m so fucking ready,” I whimper.