She stepped out of them at his prodding and widened her stance. “What are you—Mitch!” She threaded her fingers in his hair and moaned as he kissed her between her legs, his tongue seeking that taut bud, licking and sucking.
She teetered on the verge of orgasm before she knew it, and when he thrust a thick finger inside her and teased with his mouth, she came.
The burst of sensation had her dizzy. Then Mitch carried her to the bed and moved over her, his hard body caging hers.
He kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips.
“You’re sweet,” he whispered and tongued her ear.
She arched into him, amazed to feel herself readying to go again, so soon after that explosive orgasm. He massaged her breasts and thumbed her nipples, and the shocking pleasure had her curling her toes.
“You’re beautiful, Becca.” Mitch stared into her eyes, the connection one she couldn’t ignore.
She stroked his cheek. “So are you.”
He didn’t say anything more. But his kisses told her what he wanted. More pleasure. Drugging desire. The man’s mouth was lethal. She kept brushing against his shaft but couldn’t get him to come inside.
“In me, Mitch.”
“Not yet.” He played with her, his hands large and callused and so damn good over her body.
There was nothing but Mitch for her here. No worries about the future or the past. Just sexy Mitch and his hot body taking control, holding her on the precipice of painful pleasure. The need to climax hovered so close…
He moved away from her to don a condom, but she stopped him.
“Let me.”
He watched her with narrow eyes, then rolled to his back and handed her the packet.
She wanted him to feel what she had. Trusting him on a level that surprised her, she stroked his body and kissed her way down his dense, muscular chest. Past the corded abs that promised such strength, and followed the trail of hair to his long, thick cock.
He hissed as she grazed his balls, then uttered her name like a prayer as she blew a breath over his cockhead. He was big, his slit wet. No doubt Mitch wanted her, and that power she held over him was itself an aphrodisiac. That a man so beautiful and strong would tremble in her hands made her want to prove something. To show him he’d need her every bit as much as she needed him
She closed her mouth over his tip and smiled when he shouted and cupped her head. A burst of moisture filled her mouth, and he pleaded with her to stop and turn around.
“Not gonna last,” he warned, then thrust deeper into her mouth as she bobbed over him.
Fondling his sac while gloving him with her mouth, she sensed he’d reached the point of no return. Leaving him to roll the condom on, she watched his chest rise and fall, heard the swearing and the promises of retribution.
But when he switched positions and had her flat on her back once more, there was nothing but tenderness in his gaze and a slow, purposeful taking as he thrust every inch inside her, filling her full.
“Faster,” she begged, but he would not be rushed.
He pushed until he couldn’t move any deeper, then retreated until only the hint of him remained before thrusting again. The excruciatingly slow pace made her crazed, and then he slammed inside her once more, and she came.
She cried out, lost in passion, and felt him moving with fast, sure strokes. Then he groaned and stilled, kissing her shoulder, her mouth, her neck. He pumped one final time and stopped, shivering over her.
“God, oh God. Fuck. Becca.” He continued to chant her name, then gathered her into his arms and hugged her tight.
After some time, when they both could breathe again, he withdrew and left for the bathroom. He returned cleaned up and tucked them under the covers. “That was… Okay, I’ll just say it was amazing. Like I plugged my dick into an electrical socket.”
She chuckled. “So romantic.”
“What can I say? It’s true.”
She snuggled into his arms, not at all alarmed at how close she felt to him just then. “You feel so good inside me. I can’t believe I came twice.”
He rolled onto this back, letting her rest on top of him. “Twice? Honey, we’re nowhere near to being done.”
