Page 10 of Midnight Kisses (Spicy Fat Cinderella Retelling)

“God, you’re perfect. I’m not going to last long, but I promise I’m not done when I come.”

I really liked this man.

Throwing my head back I arched, pulling him further on top of me.

Miles slid fully inside me with a hoarse groan, which matched my own as my body stretched for him.

It was the perfect kind of strain; I felt him everywhere, deep and present.

I loved that he was large enough for me—not just his dick, but his whole personality.

There was no way I would ever overpower Miles. He was a bullet train of a man.

His eyes dragged over me, lingering on the place where we were joined, and his jaw went slack. “Holy hell, Perry. I was built for you.”

I wiggled my hips a little. “Move. Please, Miles.”

“You sure?”

I tucked my heels up and pushed my hips into the air. Miles let out a growl then gripped my hips, thrusting in earnest. He said he never lied, so I wasn’t surprised when he grunted a warning that he was about to come.

I felt like I could too, I just needed a little more?—

Miles knocked my fumbling hand out of the way and I was glad he did, because I really didn’t have much motor coordination. I was too busy thinking about how deep his dick was inside me. He put his thumb over my clit and worked me in fast circles.

“Fuck me, Perry. You’re incredible. Is it good like this?”

“It’s good, it’s so good,” I gabbled. I liked that he was a talker, but right now I needed him to shut up and concentrate all his efforts on his thumb and his dick.

He got the message.

Under his fixated eyes and furiously working hand, I quickly climbed to my peak.

I’d never been so wet and I’d never come so fast. With a throaty scream I barely recognised as my own, I detonated, shaking all over his dick as I came.

All of me trembled, my thighs, my belly, my pussy, my breasts.

Miles gripped my hips like he couldn’t get enough and followed me over the edge with a hoarse shout.

I lay there panting for five whole minutes, trying to summon the will to get up and use the bathroom. It was amazing.

“Holy fuck,” Miles spoke the words in my mind. “That was amazing. You’re amazing. Give me an hour and I’ll give you a longer rendition.”

I giggled. “If you were any longer, you’d split me.”

He barked a laugh.

We lay there reassembling our thoughts and catching our breath. Eventually, he peeled himself off me and cleaned up in his adjourning bathroom. I went next, taking my time to splash water on my face, pee, and clean myself up a bit. That had been messy , in the best possible way.

When I came back out, I hovered awkwardly by the bed, suddenly unsure of what his usual protocol was with one-night stands, and what the most dignified way to excuse myself would be. To my surprise, Miles grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the bed.

“How do you sleep?” he asked. “Do you need anything? Can I get you anything?”

Part of me wanted to ask if he was this attentive with all his overnight guests, or just the ones who inadvertently edged him for nearly a month, but I caught myself.

There was no space in post-orgasmic bliss states for insecurity.

I’d put in a lot of work to be able to override these kinds of intrusive thoughts, so that’s what I did.

I worked my way through my affirmations and shut the negative thoughts down.

“Just water, thank you. I hope you don’t mind, I helped myself to one of the new toothbrushes in your bathroom.”

“Of course.”

I drank the water he gave me and lay back in the pillows.

He dropped a kiss on my shoulder. “Damn, Perry. That was like a fever dream.”

“I know.”

“You’ll stay the night?” He looked surprised at himself for asking.

Seeming to process his shock, he repeated it.

“I really want you to stay the night. With me. Would you like anything to wear to sleep in? Should I play…um, I don’t know.

Ocean sounds or whale noises or something like that? What sick shit are you into?”

“Right now, you’re the sick shit I’m into.”

He laughed, like I’d wanted.

“Tell me if there’s anything I can provide.

I want you to be comfortable. I hate not being at my own house, with my own things.

If I was you, even if I really wanted to stay the night, there would be about six changes minimum to ensure that even if I couldn’t sleep, I wouldn’t get angry about it and be a complete fucking demon the next day. ”

I studied him. Everyone looked different in the moonlight, but Miles especially did.

His hair, usually pushed back off his head and perfectly tousled, was sticking up in a funny direction.

This was my doing, I’d put my hands all through it, and his forehead was lined with concern, which I felt certain wasn’t an expression he’d ever worn in the cold light of day.

I wanted a shirt, preferably a soft cotton t-shirt, but there was no way I would just be able to put on something of his and have it fall sexily to my thighs like thin women in movies.

I had my sweats, I’d worn them to the Sky Tower and changed in the bathroom.

But I didn’t want to put them on now. I still wanted this man to be wowed by me, and sweats weren’t my wow clothes.

I would never wear sweats in front of a romantic partner.

They didn’t say sex queen, you know? Not on me, anyway.

Then I remembered the satin slip I’d worn under my dress.

“Can you grab that white slip for me? I think you threw it over there…” I pointed, praying my slip wasn’t the thing I’d heard rip.

“This one?” he held it up. He’d pulled on his underwear, and of course he looked like a tousled sex god.

Shrugging the slip on over my head, I immediately felt a thousand times better about sleeping over. He was right, a few comforts made a big difference. “I don’t like sleeping naked,” I confessed. “I know that’s not sexy, but I’ve never liked it.”

I waited for him to complain about being deprived of my fabulous body, but he didn’t. He climbed back into bed, nodding thoughtfully, seeming to catalogue the information.

“I’m the opposite. I don’t like to wear too much when I sleep. I get tangled, and sometimes I get night sweats too. Usually, I just wear underwear.”

“You’re a bad sleeper?” I asked.

Leaning back on his pillows, he threw one arm over his eyes and admitted, “Honey, I’m the worst. I’ve got no hope of sleeping until after I come, and even then, it’s difficult.”

The dark shadows under his eyes made a lot of sense now.

I curled up on my side, tucking a pillow under my arm. “So you jack off every night to help you sleep. Or…?” I felt weird voicing the question and trailed off.

“Yes.”

“Or you or .”

“Yes.”

He brought girls home and he fucked them into his mattress, then they left and he tried to fall asleep.

“What else helps?” I asked.

“Mostly sex.”

“There’s more, I know there’s more.”

“Sex helps the most . ” He sighed. “But I also have blackout curtains. And an eye mask that’s pressurised. I keep the eye pads in the freezer.” He sat up and fumbled for something on his nightstand. “And I have this stuff that Sadie got for me. I spray it on my pillow.”

Immediately, I wanted to smash it.

“Can I see?”

He passed it over and I (barely) resisted the intrusive impulses. “A lavender sleep spray. That’s a good idea. I have one which has a lavender base, but I cut it with vetiver and chamomile, both are calming.”

It was silly to think I could win with Miles based on how much I knew about smells. I needed to get a grip.

“What do you mean you have one?” he asked.

“My company, Perry Skin. You may be thinking that a sleep spray doesn’t fit into the skincare family?—”

“I wasn’t thinking that.”

“It’s okay if you were. At first thought, it doesn’t?—”

“I was thinking that you’re very impressive. But carry on, tell me why this is a third cousin in the family of skincares or whatever you were going to say.”

I giggled and his white teeth split the darkness in return.

“Well, the truth is, the best thing you can do for your skin is to hydrate from the inside out and get a good amount of sleep. Don’t get me wrong—I’m not an alternative medicine girl.

Oils aren’t a substitute for medication.

I’m the daughter of scientists.” It was important he know this about me.

“I’m very pro-science. I’ve spent years lab-testing my products and working out the perfect combination of high-performance actives and natural ingredients.

With that said, the biggest change indicators for skin texture, porosity and luminosity, is water and sleep.

After that, you have to hydrate from the outside, and that’s where Perry Skin comes in. ”

“My—what did you say? Luminosity? Is fucked if it depends on sleep.”

I turned over the plastic bottle in my hands so I could feel the label.

It was too dark to read, but I recognised the jagged circle of the label.

“Ah, that’s who I thought it was by. This is a good product.

It retails more cheaply than mine, but it’s readily available in major retailers.

Like my company, this brand avoids synthetics, but my bottles are slightly bigger.

You’ll pay more upfront for Perry Skin , but it’s a better purchase.

And I package with glass, so you can buy refills and at end-of-life, recycle the vessels, either with us—we’ll sanitise and reuse them—or at any local recycling centre. ”

So go fuck yourself, Sadie.

Clearly, I wasn’t as evolved as I liked to think I was, because even as I lay in this man’s bed in my slip, my body pleasantly aching from our sex, I couldn’t stop a vulnerable question tumbling out of my mouth.

“Why is your EA buying you pillow spray?”

“Huh? Oh, because she’s the one who has to deal with me if I’m a sleep-deprived demon. Sadie has a vested interest in my sleep cycle.” He looked sideways at me. “Are you… Perry, do you have an issue with Sadie?”