His hand left my breast and that arm wrapped around my waist as his other hand went to my other breast and he repeated what he did to the first while I again watched.
My h*ps bucked again as the suction came then they bucked again with an added low, desperate moan that tore from my throat as his tongue circled.
“Mitch,” I tried again, my voice throaty. “Honey,” I called, my fingers fisting in his hair and his head tipped back, his eyes searing me with the fire burning in them and my mouth went instantly to his, not to kiss him, to whisper, “I need you, honey.”
I watched up close as his eyes flashed in a seriously, seriously hot way and both his arms wrapped tight around me.
“You sayin’ you’re ready, baby?” he whispered against my lips, his voice gruff and so, so beautiful.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Sure?”
God, God, he was such a good guy.
My arms circled his shoulders tight and my h*ps rolled again in his lap and my breathy, “Yes,” was sharper, impatient, more demanding.
And obviously convincing.
He heard it. I knew it because I was suddenly on my back and Mitch’s torso was heavy on mine, his long arm stretched out to the nightstand.
I slid my leg out from between his hips, his head jerked down to look at me but I just lifted my knees as I hooked my thumbs in my panties and tugged them up my thighs. That was when his head jerked down to my legs then it went back to the nightstand. I freed my panties from my ankles, tossed them aside and barely let them loose before Mitch moved fully over me at the same time rolling his h*ps as a demand for me to open my legs.
I did and his h*ps fell through.
Okay, God, God.
Damn but he felt good there.
My eyes went to his face to see him tearing a condom packet with his even, white teeth (which was hot too!) and his eyes were on me. Then the packet disappeared and I felt his hand working between us as his eyes held mine captive and my breath escalated so I was near panting with anticipation.
This was happening. This was going to happen.
And I could not wait.
“You on the pill, sweetheart?” he asked quietly.
“No,” I answered impatiently, lifting my h*ps a smidgeon to make my point and his lips twitched.
“Doctor’s appointment, priority,” he ordered.
“’Kay,” I agreed.
Then I felt him and my lips parted. It was just the tip of him, the promise of him but already it was perfect.
His hands moved to my hips, gliding down my thighs, hooking behind my knees, he pulled my legs up and then swung them in so they circled him. One of his arms lifted, he planted his forearm in the bed by my shoulder, his fingers in my hair while the other hand stayed at my leg, gliding down, oh so slowly, down, down, as his beautiful, fathomless, soulful, burning, dark brown eyes held mine, his handsome face close and his c**k slowly, oh so slowly, glided inside.
His fingers at my leg moved in and down and curled around the cheek of my behind just as he seated himself full inside me.
Mitch was inside me, connected to me, holding my eyes, his breath mingled with mine and I was wrapped around him in every way I could wrap myself around him.
I hadn’t had a lot of beauty in my life but I knew, in that moment, feeling him filling me, his long fingers in my hair, his eyes staring into mine, gentle, warm, beautiful, telling me without words he really liked where he was and that was with me, that even if I had a life filled with beauty, no moment would be more beautiful than that.
And that was why my arms pulled him even closer, my legs tightened around him and tears filled my eyes.
He saw them and when he did, he groaned, his head dipped, his nose slid along mine and his lips whispered against mine, “My Mara, so f**kin’ sweet.”
Then he started moving.
And that was even more beautiful.
He did it like he kissed me on the couch, gentle, sweet, unhurried, kissing me tender but deep sometimes, his mouth and tongue working my neck other times and I knew he paid attention, he listened, he felt and he went faster, harder but only when I was ready. I was holding him close, tight, my hand in his hair, his tongue in my mouth, his c**k driving deep, when it started to come over me. Shock pierced my system as it occurred to me I was about to have an orgasm just with a man moving inside me.
Then it happened, my head shot back, my limbs convulsed and my lips whispered, “Mitch, baby,” and I had an orgasm just with a man moving inside me and that man being Mitch, it was the best, sweetest, longest orgasm in my life.
Oh God.
God.
Perfect.
My neck righted and I felt him still moving inside me, fast, hard, deep, God, gorgeous, as my eyes opened and I saw his on me. His face was dark, his eyes intense, his breath labored. His forearm moved up an inch so his fingers drove into my hair then fisted, pushing up, so my head went up and his mouth crushed down on mine just as his hand at my ass pulled up hard. He drove deeper, harder, faster and I whimpered into his mouth as his tongue worked mine and his c**k worked me.
He stopped kissing me and growled against my lips, “If it’s too much, baby, you gotta –”
“Don’t stop,” I begged because my limbs were tensing, my sex was spasming. “Don’t stop, Mitch, baby, please.”
He didn’t stop, his mouth crushed down on mine again, his hand at my ass hauled me up further to take him even deeper. It was then that I had the second best, sweetest, far more intense (but not as long) orgasm in my life. It was beyond perfect because, as I cried out into Mitch’s mouth, he groaned into mine as he buried himself to the root and stayed planted.
It took some time to come down because I didn’t push it. I did it savoring his weight, his fingers in my hair, his lips moving tenderly on mine, his hand at my ass gliding up and becoming an arm wrapped possessively around the top of my hips.
His lips slid across my cheek and to my ear and his arm around my h*ps gave me a squeeze when he asked in a whisper, “How’s the real world feel this mornin’, baby?”
My arms and legs tensed, his head came up and I saw his unbelievably sexy, satisfied face and his eyes warmer and gentler and more beautiful than I’d ever seen them (and that was saying something).
Seeing that, I answered, I did it openly, honestly, exposing everything and I did it by grinning.
He grinned back.
He dipped his head, touched his mouth to mine in a light kiss then said against it, “Don’t move.”
After that, he carefully slid out, rolled off me and out of bed, flicking the covers over me and I blinked at the ceiling as I closed my legs. I turned to my side pulling my knees up, tucking my hands under my cheek on the pillow. I caught just a glimpse of his contoured back and his beautiful behind in his pajama bottoms before he disappeared in the bathroom.
My h*ps bucked again as the suction came then they bucked again with an added low, desperate moan that tore from my throat as his tongue circled.
“Mitch,” I tried again, my voice throaty. “Honey,” I called, my fingers fisting in his hair and his head tipped back, his eyes searing me with the fire burning in them and my mouth went instantly to his, not to kiss him, to whisper, “I need you, honey.”
I watched up close as his eyes flashed in a seriously, seriously hot way and both his arms wrapped tight around me.
“You sayin’ you’re ready, baby?” he whispered against my lips, his voice gruff and so, so beautiful.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Sure?”
God, God, he was such a good guy.
My arms circled his shoulders tight and my h*ps rolled again in his lap and my breathy, “Yes,” was sharper, impatient, more demanding.
And obviously convincing.
He heard it. I knew it because I was suddenly on my back and Mitch’s torso was heavy on mine, his long arm stretched out to the nightstand.
I slid my leg out from between his hips, his head jerked down to look at me but I just lifted my knees as I hooked my thumbs in my panties and tugged them up my thighs. That was when his head jerked down to my legs then it went back to the nightstand. I freed my panties from my ankles, tossed them aside and barely let them loose before Mitch moved fully over me at the same time rolling his h*ps as a demand for me to open my legs.
I did and his h*ps fell through.
Okay, God, God.
Damn but he felt good there.
My eyes went to his face to see him tearing a condom packet with his even, white teeth (which was hot too!) and his eyes were on me. Then the packet disappeared and I felt his hand working between us as his eyes held mine captive and my breath escalated so I was near panting with anticipation.
This was happening. This was going to happen.
And I could not wait.
“You on the pill, sweetheart?” he asked quietly.
“No,” I answered impatiently, lifting my h*ps a smidgeon to make my point and his lips twitched.
“Doctor’s appointment, priority,” he ordered.
“’Kay,” I agreed.
Then I felt him and my lips parted. It was just the tip of him, the promise of him but already it was perfect.
His hands moved to my hips, gliding down my thighs, hooking behind my knees, he pulled my legs up and then swung them in so they circled him. One of his arms lifted, he planted his forearm in the bed by my shoulder, his fingers in my hair while the other hand stayed at my leg, gliding down, oh so slowly, down, down, as his beautiful, fathomless, soulful, burning, dark brown eyes held mine, his handsome face close and his c**k slowly, oh so slowly, glided inside.
His fingers at my leg moved in and down and curled around the cheek of my behind just as he seated himself full inside me.
Mitch was inside me, connected to me, holding my eyes, his breath mingled with mine and I was wrapped around him in every way I could wrap myself around him.
I hadn’t had a lot of beauty in my life but I knew, in that moment, feeling him filling me, his long fingers in my hair, his eyes staring into mine, gentle, warm, beautiful, telling me without words he really liked where he was and that was with me, that even if I had a life filled with beauty, no moment would be more beautiful than that.
And that was why my arms pulled him even closer, my legs tightened around him and tears filled my eyes.
He saw them and when he did, he groaned, his head dipped, his nose slid along mine and his lips whispered against mine, “My Mara, so f**kin’ sweet.”
Then he started moving.
And that was even more beautiful.
He did it like he kissed me on the couch, gentle, sweet, unhurried, kissing me tender but deep sometimes, his mouth and tongue working my neck other times and I knew he paid attention, he listened, he felt and he went faster, harder but only when I was ready. I was holding him close, tight, my hand in his hair, his tongue in my mouth, his c**k driving deep, when it started to come over me. Shock pierced my system as it occurred to me I was about to have an orgasm just with a man moving inside me.
Then it happened, my head shot back, my limbs convulsed and my lips whispered, “Mitch, baby,” and I had an orgasm just with a man moving inside me and that man being Mitch, it was the best, sweetest, longest orgasm in my life.
Oh God.
God.
Perfect.
My neck righted and I felt him still moving inside me, fast, hard, deep, God, gorgeous, as my eyes opened and I saw his on me. His face was dark, his eyes intense, his breath labored. His forearm moved up an inch so his fingers drove into my hair then fisted, pushing up, so my head went up and his mouth crushed down on mine just as his hand at my ass pulled up hard. He drove deeper, harder, faster and I whimpered into his mouth as his tongue worked mine and his c**k worked me.
He stopped kissing me and growled against my lips, “If it’s too much, baby, you gotta –”
“Don’t stop,” I begged because my limbs were tensing, my sex was spasming. “Don’t stop, Mitch, baby, please.”
He didn’t stop, his mouth crushed down on mine again, his hand at my ass hauled me up further to take him even deeper. It was then that I had the second best, sweetest, far more intense (but not as long) orgasm in my life. It was beyond perfect because, as I cried out into Mitch’s mouth, he groaned into mine as he buried himself to the root and stayed planted.
It took some time to come down because I didn’t push it. I did it savoring his weight, his fingers in my hair, his lips moving tenderly on mine, his hand at my ass gliding up and becoming an arm wrapped possessively around the top of my hips.
His lips slid across my cheek and to my ear and his arm around my h*ps gave me a squeeze when he asked in a whisper, “How’s the real world feel this mornin’, baby?”
My arms and legs tensed, his head came up and I saw his unbelievably sexy, satisfied face and his eyes warmer and gentler and more beautiful than I’d ever seen them (and that was saying something).
Seeing that, I answered, I did it openly, honestly, exposing everything and I did it by grinning.
He grinned back.
He dipped his head, touched his mouth to mine in a light kiss then said against it, “Don’t move.”
After that, he carefully slid out, rolled off me and out of bed, flicking the covers over me and I blinked at the ceiling as I closed my legs. I turned to my side pulling my knees up, tucking my hands under my cheek on the pillow. I caught just a glimpse of his contoured back and his beautiful behind in his pajama bottoms before he disappeared in the bathroom.
