Mood Swing

Chapter 39 - Mood Swing

Mia stood and used the edge of her discarded top to wipe herself off. Then she looked down at Mike, who was still sitting on the hallway floor.

“I’m taking a shower first,” she said.

Her voice was still a little breathless, but her mind had already moved on to the next thing.

Mike reached up and caught her wrist before she could take another step.

He tugged her back toward him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, a teasing edge in his voice. “I always pay my debts.”

He slipped both arms around her, and lifted her off the floor. Mia instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her the short distance into the living room and lowered her onto the sofa.

He set her down on the cushions and immediately reached for the waistband of her leggings.

He peeled the tight fabric down her hips and thighs.

Mia lifted her hips to help, her breath catching as a rush of anticipation swept through her. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pushed them off the rest of the way.

For a moment, she hesitated, suddenly aware of how exposed she was.

Then she pushed the hesitation aside and spread her legs, her pulse quickening, without waiting for him to ask.

Mike looked at her.

The view was clear and open. He leaned in and started with slow licks along the soft skin of her inner thighs.

Mia’s head tipped back against the sofa cushions.

Her breath came in short, uneven pulls as the sensation left her weak and unsteady. The tension drained from her neck, and she let her head sink fully into the cushions.

Mike climbed higher and gave one long, teasing lick straight up the length of her outer lips.

He paused for a beat before doing it again.

Each teasing pass made Mia’s hips twitch, betraying her growing anticipation. He kept the rhythm slow and deliberate, giving her just enough to leave her wanting more.

Mia’s patience snapped.

She reached and tangled her fingers in his hair, and pulled his mouth firmly against her. At the same time she started rolling her hips in short, thrusting motions, grinding against his tongue.

Mike answered by placing both palms on her inner thighs and squeezing. He pushed her legs farther apart so nothing stayed hidden.

He sealed his mouth over her V-Lips and sucked.

The wet sounds of his tongue and lips filled the quiet living room, mixed with the rising moans that left Mia’s throat.

Her own wetness mixed with his saliva until everything between her legs felt slick and open. Mike’s cock hardened again against the sofa cushion while he kept working hard on her.

Mia’s breath caught in her throat. She had tried to hold herself together, to endure the teasing without giving in, but her patience had finally worn thin.

“I can’t wait anymore,” she whispered.

Her voice came out strained, almost pleading. She looked at him, her expression caught somewhere between frustration, anticipation, and surrender. Her fingers tightened around his hairs as another shiver ran through her.

“Please,” she said, barely above a whisper. “No more teasing. I want you.”

Mia finally reached her limit.

She caught Mike by the shoulders and pushed him back, breaking the moment between them. Her breathing was uneven, and for a second she simply stared at him, trying to steady herself.

“Enough,” she whispered.

Mike lifted himself onto his knees, watching her closely.

Mia swallowed. Her face was warm, and her chest rose and fell with every quick breath. The teasing had left her restless and impatient, and now that she had stopped him, she could feel the anticipation building even stronger.

She pulled him closer.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. They stayed there, close enough to feel each other’s breath, the tension between them almost unbearable.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” she said, her voice softer this time.

She reached down, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and guided the head to the entrance of her vagina. Her lips stayed parted and she breathed out a soft “yeah” as she waited for him to push forward.

Mia closed her eyes, bracing for the stretch of him sliding inside. Nothing happened.

The pressure stayed right at the entrance and then stopped.

She opened her eyes again. Mike was looking straight at her face, the corner of his mouth twitching like he was about to burst out laughing.

His cock was still resting against her, and he made a small, fake thrusting sound with his throat as if he had already gone in.

Mia’s expression changed in an instant, the heat in her eyes replaced by sharp annoyance.

She planted one foot against his stomach and shoved him back. Mike stumbled away, caught completely off guard.

Mia swung her legs off the sofa and stood. She didn’t say a word. She simply turned and marched toward the bathroom, each step heavy with frustration.

The bathroom door slammed behind her, hard enough to rattle the frame.

Mike scrambled to his feet and followed. He stopped outside the closed door and ran a hand through his hair.

“Mia, I’m sorry, okay?” he called through the door. “That was stupid. I’m sorry.”

Mike waited.

“Mia?”

Still nothing.

He sighed and leaned his forehead against the door.

“I really screwed that up.”

Her voice came through the door, tight with anger.

“Get lost. I’m not giving you another chance.”

For a moment, the only sound was the shower starting inside. Water rushed against the tiles, filling the silence between them.

Mike closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. Pushing harder clearly wasn’t going to work.

He needed a different approach.

He lowered his voice, dropping the excuses and playful tone. If he wanted Mia to open that door, he had to stop pushing and start saying exactly what she needed to hear.

“Mia,” he said quietly.

He waited, listening to the steady rush of water.

Then Mike activated Silver Tongue.

[Silver Tongue activated.]

He opened his eyes.

He took a slow breath and carefully considered his next words, searching for the right ones to break through her anger and make her listen.

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