Shifting the Night Away (12 page)

"Are you going to take the picture?"

"Yes, sorry."
 
The image had distracted him from the task at hand.
 
Click.
 
"Now face me and lift your arms up like you’re holding something in your hands."

"What am I supposed to be holding?"

"Most models are silent during the shoots."

Mia smiled and held out both hands with the middle fingers extended.
 
"Like this?"

"Palms flat, smartass."

She followed his command in slow motion and flattened both palms, varying the height of her arms with each picture as if she were a human scale.
 
Click.
 
Click.
 
Click.

"Perfect.
 
How does the dress feel?
 
Comfortable?"

She ran her hands down the fabric and twisted from side to side.
 
"I love it."

He snapped a few more pics before grabbing another hanger from the rack.
 
"Put this on next."
 
He held up what looked like a blue plaid pajama top with long sleeves and white piping around the collar and cuffs.
 
A matching pair of panties was looped around the hanger.

"Where are the pants?"

"These are called ‘Sleepover Pajamas.’
 
The tops come in sizes for her and the pants are for the guys."

"Cute idea."
 
She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head.
 
"Have you had many sleepovers?"

He smiled at her and said, "I’ve had a few, but I don’t share my pajamas with just anyone."

"Well, as long as there’s no sharing of pajamas."
 
She grabbed the hanger and playfully smacked him with the top.
 
"I’ll be right back."

Mia slipped back into the bathroom and changed into the pajama top and panties.
 
She was impressed with the flattering cut, admiring how the collar framed her face and the waist tapered in slightly.
 
The length hit mid-thigh, leaving plenty of cover for the sexy bikini-cut panties hiding underneath.
 
Peter was also busy changing in the main office.
 
He wasn’t sure how Mia would take him wearing only pajama pants when she returned or, more importantly, how she’d react to the bigger reveal later that night.
 
He decided tonight was the night, though.
 
He knew he could lose her forever, but he had to tell her the truth.

"Okay," she called out.
 
"I’m ready to share my pajam—"
 
Her eyes opened wide as she saw Peter standing with only the pajama pants covering him as he tried to adjust the camera tripod.

"I hope you don’t mind if I pose with you.
 
I just need to figure out the self-timer.
 
I never use the damn thing."
 
Peter decided he would act as if his state of undress was a nonissue and carry on with the task at hand.
 
He could tell from her silence that it was the right decision.

Mia responded with a head nod, unaware that her posture and breathing had changed at the sight of him.
 
Every muscle seemed to flex as he fiddled with the camera.
 
She wanted to use her fingers to trace the grooves running between each pec and bicep and …
sigh
.

"Let’s try this.
 
Stay right there."
 
He took a few steps towards her when the camera flashed.
 
"Crud."
 
He flipped back around and played with the timer.
 
"Take two."
 
This time he ran to her and threw his arm around her shoulders.
 
They waited and smiled and waited and smiled some more.
 
"Maybe I didn’t push the button," he said as he walked towards the camera.
 
He was halfway there when …
click
.
 
"Damn it!"

Mia couldn’t contain her laughter.
 
She flexed her arms and lowered her voice.
 
"Trust me, I’ve been doing this a long time."

"I swear it’s the truth.
 
I’m just not good with the timer."
 
He ran back to her.
 
"I think I’ve got it.
 
Face me."

She was happy to oblige.
 
He placed both of his hands on her waist and pulled her closer.
 
"Are we supposed to smile or just look at each oth—"

He interrupted her with a kiss.
 
Click.

"Oops," she said.
 
"We missed it again."

"I don’t care," he whispered as he held her tight and pressed his lips against hers.

He softly caressed her face while gently kissing her mouth.
 
As his lips continued their exploration, his hand slowly made its way down the side of her body stopping at the hem of the pajama top.
 
His fingers tucked under the fabric, grazing the soft skin and sending a quiver through her body.
 
She rose up on her tippy toes in response, giving his strong hand more access to her thigh, which he eagerly grabbed and stroked with his fingers.
 
He brought his head towards her and used his free hand to wrap around her curls, pulling her head back to expose her neck to his hungry mouth.
 
His nibbles grew harder and wetter as he flicked her flesh with his tongue.
 
His touch varied between soft and sensual to rough and hungry as he tried to temper his excitement when he could.
 
Her body tingled with anticipation, waiting for his next move and the pleasure it would bring.
 

Peter continued to kiss her, slowly moving their bodies forward until they bumped into the leather couch.
 
He sat Mia down and swiveled her legs before joining her.
 
With one fluid motion, he brought his torso to her side and one of his muscular legs pressed between hers.
 
His curious fingers couldn’t help but explore the curve of her exposed hip, quickly wrapping themselves around the outer fabric of the panties he’d designed for such curves.
 
He moved his hand further between the fabric and her skin, squeezing her buttocks rhythmically to match their breathing.
 
His fingers gripped her flesh at the supple bend where the thigh and ass meet.
 
As they continued pressing themselves into her curves, his fingertips began to feel the heat increasing just inches away.
 
He adjusted his hand and began exploring the warmth by gently rubbing over the panties now moist with excitement.
 
Mia moved her hips back and forth under his touch, releasing moans of delight.

"I’m so glad I found you," he whispered in her ear.

She placed her hand over his and thrust her hips even harder.
 
"I’m glad you found me too," she said breathlessly.
 
Mia tried to reach for the bulge growing through his pants and now pressing against her.
 
He gently brushed her hand away.

"I just want to feel you now."
 

She closed her eyes as he pulled the crotch of the panties to the side and began stroking the surface of her sex.
 
Peter turned her face towards him and kissed her hard while his hand returned to the waiting wetness.
 
He was generous with Mia’s clit, stroking and making circles until it was full and throbbing.
 
His thumb took over as he eased one finger into her opening, causing her to arch her back in ecstasy and dig her nails into the couch as she writhed against his hand.
 
She grabbed at the pajama top and sent buttons flying, exposing her erect nipples.
 
He greedily took one into his mouth, sucking lightly and swirling his tongue around the bud.
 
He slowly added a second finger while biting gently on her nipple.
 
Her brain didn’t know what area to focus on first as warm pleasure surged throughout her body.
 
He increased the speed and depth of his fingers inside her.

"Yesss. Fuckkk!"
 
Her whole body shook as he brought her to climax.

He smiled as he watched her continue to quiver with even the slightest move of his hand.
 
She reflexively squeezed her knees together as he tried to pull away, trapping his arm and causing him to want to start again from the top.

"Sorry."
 
She was still trying to catch her breath.
 
"I can’t control my body at the moment."

"Leave the control to me," he said as he kissed her again and gently took her tongue in his mouth.
 
He couldn’t stop his desire to taste her.
 
He wanted to explore every inch of her and he was just getting started.

She pulled her mouth away and reached for his bulge again.
 
"You’re turn."

"Upstairs, though.
 
I want to show you something."

They took a private set of stairs up one flight to the top floor.
 
Peter had her walk ahead of him so he could enjoy the movement of her curves as they made their way up each step.
 
His mouth watered as her hips swayed and called him to keep reaching out to feel her soft skin.
 
She nearly tripped while turning to swat his hand away and wound up draped over his shoulder.
 
He easily carried her the rest of the way, playfully spanking her and squeezing her flesh while she dangled helplessly.
 
Mia loved every minute of it.
 
She’d never been carried away like a conquest with her intimate bits exposed for the taking.

When they reached the penthouse, Peter didn’t put her down and continued exploring with this hand while he walked through the expansive great room and onto the attached garden area.

"Do I get a tour?" she asked while trying to push up with her hands.

"This is the only part you need to see."
 
He put her down and turned her by the shoulders to face the plants and trees decorating the garden.

"It’s beautiful!
 
Are we still in your building?
 
It feels like Central Park."

"That’s the idea.
 
You can see the park down below."
 
He motioned for her to come over to the wall and railing.
 
Mia’s height placed the safety wall right under her chest.
 
She crossed her arms and rest her chin on her hands to scan the view below.

"Want me to lift you again?"
 
He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"No," she said with a laugh.
 
"I think I’ll keep my feet on the ground up here."

"That works too."
 
He started kissing her neck and dragging his hands up the front of her thighs.
 
"I can’t keep my hands off you."
 
He kneeled behind her and nibbled on the back of her thighs.
 
Mia turned to face him, but he gently stopped her from swiveling.
 
"Keep your hands on the railing," he ordered.

He slid his hands up her thighs and grabbed the panties, exposing her wetness to the cool air as he pulled the fabric down.
 
His breath was warm on her skin as he moved in closer to kiss one cheek and then the other.
 
Mia’s muscles tightened in anticipation as he teased her with more kisses and exhales of hot air.
 
A quick flick of his tongue sent her wiggling and squirming as she arched her back and tilted her hips back in search of more.
 
He sucked the innermost curve of her thigh, purposefully avoiding the sensitive pink begging to feel his hot tongue.
 
Her body shook as he ran his fingers down her thighs and surprised her with a quick spank on the backside.
 
She moaned and gripped the wall, hoping for more.
 
He happily repeated, but not because he noticed her excited anticipation.
 
He continued because he was mesmerized by the movement of her flesh with each spanking.

When he couldn’t wait any longer, he quickly moved in with his face and spread her pussy lips apart with his tongue.
 
Her moaning increased as she leaned back against his face.
 
He probed deeper to find the source of the sweetness, slipping his soft and silky tongue against her flesh.
 
He caught himself growling as he lapped at her clit, unable to quell his desire or even stop to take regular breaths.
 
Her folds hugged his tongue, quivering with every lick.
 
She thrust back and forth, meeting his face each time with a wet smack.
 
His grip grew stronger as his fingers dug firmly into her full rear.
 
She looked back to watch him bury his face in her flesh with enthusiasm.
 
His breathing was animalistic as he brought her to climax again.
 
Mia released her own growl from the depths of her belly as her toes curled and tried to support the legs quivering above.
 
She slowly flipped around, leaning against the safety wall as she bent down to stroke his hair and kiss him.