His Sugar Baby(46)
She was stunned. That damned methodical IT mind. He had deliberately planned the placement of the suitcase so that he could enjoy his own private peep show! That was why he had not wanted her to move it closer to the dresser.
Cathy braced her hands on her lower back and stretched, her breasts lifting and her butt arched upward. From the corner of her eye, she watched him in the mirror. Oh yeah. He definitely reacted. A thread of amusement wove through her indignation. Well, this can work both ways, now can’t it?
Pretending ignorance, Cathy swung her hips a little more, swaggering on the heels as she made another trip with his undershirts and dress shirts. She set her stance wider as she bent over. Without raising her eyes from her task, she listened for, and heard with great satisfaction, Michael’s swift intake of breath. She hid her smile and felt herself slip into Winter’s skin as though it was a comfortable shirt.
When she went back to the dresser, she stood with her back to him but left his view of the mirror clear. She picked up a tightly rolled pair of dark socks. Pressing her breasts together with one hand, she moved the socks slowly, up and down, between the tight valley of her breasts. She watched as Michael began fisting himself. She dropped the socks and deliberately tapped a nail against the surface of the mirror. When his gaze swung up to meet hers, she gave a knowing smile. Satisfied with her little triumph, she scooped up the pairs of socks and walked back to toss them into the suitcase. “You’re packed.”
Michael was off the bed in an instant, his heavy shaft bobbing deeply. He kept his eyes trained on her as he lifted a foil packet to his teeth and ripped it open. He spread the condom down over his distended cock, never once losing eye contact with her.
He backed her across the room with his body until her bare buttocks bumped lightly against the dresser. “Turn around and put your hands on the dresser, Winter.” His voice rasped low and deep.
She swallowed, feeling excitement pooling in her stomach. Slowly, she turned her back on him. She grasped each side of the dresser top. Her earlier anger had completely dissolved, leaving only the craving that she always felt when she was with him.
“Bend over for me, baby.”
Winter adjusted her stance, glancing over her shoulder. Michael stood behind her, admiring her curves with that hot glitter in his pale eyes. Edging over the slope of her bottom, she could see the broad reddened head of his rigid erection. She shuddered, anticipation zinging through her veins. Her breath quickened. She faced forward again, watching the mirrored reflection of his avid expression.
Michael reached out to palm her bottom with both hands, his fingers flexing. The heat of his spread hands branded her. “God, you have a beautiful ass.” She felt his brief kneading before he pushed the firm cheeks apart and one hand slipped down between her quivering thighs.
She gasped when his clever fingers circled her clit and slid over her dampening * in slow circles. She watched in the mirror while he did it, mesmerized by the flicking movements of his strong wrist and his dipping fingers. The heat welled from deep inside of her, flushing her body. Her heart beat erratically. He was torching her body. He knew just how to do it. She became mindless with pleasure when she was with him. It was exactly what she wanted, what she needed.
Michael looked up to meet her widening, dilating gaze in the mirror. “You’re becoming a cock tease. And you like it, don’t you, Winter?” He smiled when her eyes flickered away from his. With the hand lying on her hip, he pressed the pad of his thumb firmly against the tight ring of her ass, gently rimming the sensitive area with his blunt nail.
He was rewarded when Winter snatched a quick inhale. Her eyes flew back to their mirrored reflections, colliding with his gaze. She had expressed her dislike of the idea of anal penetration. True to his word, Michael had not pushed her into anything that made her uncomfortable, but sometimes, as now, he played with her, and it was incredibly hot. He held her gaze and shifted his hand. He pushed the knuckle of his middle finger gently back and forth against her tight back channel. She fluttered another breath. He watched as her eyes slid shut, and her face tightened with pleasure.
For a few moments, he plucked her clit while he continued to play with her ass. He couldn’t take his gaze off of her flushed reflection. She was an incredible, sublime image of warm, living erotica. Her mouth parted slightly, and he saw the tip of her tongue flick across her bottom lip. He felt his cock jerk in response. She was breathing sharply, shallowly. She bumped her hips in unconscious rhythm with the working of his hands. He took fierce satisfaction in being able to bring her to the edge.
He abandoned her engorged clit to push a finger up into her vagina, putting pressure on the most sensitive spot. He curved his finger and firmly stroked down, once more, and again. Winter bit her lip, stifling a moan. He smiled down at her and murmured, “Tell me that you’re going to miss me.”
Winter curved her spine helplessly. “You shouldn’t—shouldn’t ask that!”
Michael pushed two fingers inside of her and set up a steady languorous rhythm. She was incredibly hot and slick, her juices coating his digits. His blood fired hotter. He pushed his knuckle deeper into her ass, and her rounded bottom arched up, bumping his throbbing erection. Under the slow counter-movements of his hands, she shuddered again. He gritted his teeth, pleasure and yearning clutching at his chest while he watched her. “Admit that you’ll miss me,” he whispered.