The Professional Lover (18+) | [Complete]

28 : Telling Him

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

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I wipe the fog off the bathroom mirror and glance at my freshly showered reflection. Mickey and I are staying in a quirky hotel a few blocks from the hospital. It's a nice little suite with a kitchen and desk, but the heater in our room is broken. It's stuck on full blast, and leaves us sweaty messes every time we decide to go at it. I couldn't tell him no. There is no way I could deny him the one thing that pulls his mind away from everything going on.

I quickly pull on some panties and shrug on Mickey's button down shirt. I walk out into the room and find Mickey sitting in nothing but his boxer briefs and glasses, staring at his laptop.

"Hey, come look at this," he says. The bed creaks as I crawl onto it. I sit on my heels next to him, and rest my chin on his shoulder. He tilts the screen towards me. "It's just a rough cut, but you can see the way it will look."

It's the heated scene with the main character and her husband. The shot is dark, and crisp, the low lighting pleasing against her tear-stained face. Their lines are flawless, seamless, so emotional, all without editing. "That's just a rough cut? That looks good. Really good."

"It does." He looks at me over his shoulder and his mouth twists into a grin. He closes the laptop as he leans towards me. His lips take mine seductively, and my breathing shallows. When he teases my tongue slowly with his, I know he wants more.

His hands run smoothly up my sides as he lifts my shirt and removes it over my head. He lies me back, his lips trail slowly down my neck and over the peak of my breast. His tongue slowly circles my nipple. He sucks it into his warm mouth and my back arches towards him in response. His hand cups my breast as he continues to suck the hardened tip. He looks into my eyes as he lets it leave his lips. I shiver when the air feeling so cold compared to the recent warmth of his mouth.

He leans up and kisses me again as he reaches down into my panties. His fingers find me still wet from before, and they slide in easily. He hums happily against my lips. He leans away, rolls me quickly to my stomach, and then strips my panties from me quickly.

He presses a hand against the nape of my neck, pinning me face down on the ugly sheets. My body quivers as I wait, my pussy aching painfully to feel him inside me. My breath hitches when I feel him push into me. He slides in slowly, stretching me, filling me. I moan when his hips come to a rest against my ass.

He presses his other hand against my lower back, adding delicious pressure as he starts to move. He moves slow for a moment, then wastes no time picking up to a vigorous pace. My hands grip the sheets tightly as I hold on.

"Yes!" I love it like this, feeling so powerless underneath him.

The shitty bed squeaks loudly and the headboard bangs against the wall with every one of his thrusts, mixing with our moans and undoubtedly pissing off the neighbors.