Mick gave me no time to overthink it. No wasting a second, he unbuttoned my jeans and lifted my butt so I could wiggle out of them. Then he was on his knees, tugging them down before placing his mouth over my satin panties.
I’d never thought of myself as wanton, but all of a sudden, I needed more, and I wasn’t too shy to ask. Panting, I breathed out, “More.”
Mick tugged my panties to the side and gave me more. His breath on me was hot, yet shivers ran down my legs and back up my thighs as he expertly used his tongue on me.
“Oh God.” My head fell back on a moan as I started to come apart.
“Let go, Mar,” Mick murmured against my most sensitive spot, and I did.
For a moment, I forgot about Priscilla being with Tommy, and how horrible the last decade or more was. Even better, I believed the next decade could be different.
As Mick knelt between my thighs, making me shatter, I dreamed of a better relationship. One built on affection and great sex and admiration ... and respect.
Lost in a world of possibilities, it took me a second to catch on that Mick had traveled back up my body and was nudging my face, smelling like me, and I didn’t mind. It might seem naive or juvenile, but I’d never been with a lover who actually cared for me.
“God, I want you, Mar,” Mick whispered in my ear.
“Take me,” I said, pulling him closer and kissing his mouth.
With one hand behind me, holding on to my hip, he used his other hand to undo his jeans and push them down.
“Shit, no condom,” he grumbled with his hand on his length, pumping, and his eyes feral.
“IUD,” I said, biting my lip.
I’d had it put in, not wanting to have any more kids with Tommy. Considering we hadn’t been together in forever, I was clean, and for some strange reason, I completely trusted Mick.
“You sure?”
I nodded, afraid of what he would say.
Mick released himself and pushed my panties all the way to the side before guiding himself in. “Ah ... you feel so fucking good.”
He pushed into me, starting with slow, leisurely thrusts before speeding up. With my butt on the kitchen bar, I threw my head back as beads of sweat broke out along the nape of my neck, under my hair.
“I’m going to go again,” I yelped. I couldn’t believe it. That had never happened before.
Mick took his time, pulling out, every nerve of mine feeling him, and then he pushed in hard and deep. He only had to do it once more, and we were falling apart in each other’s arms.
“You good?” Mick asked moments later, cradling my head against his chest.
Speechless, I nodded.
“I think we’re going to have to disinfect this counter before we eat.”
He lifted my chin so my eyes met his gaze. He was smiling, and this caused me to giggle.
“Oh, that feels pretty fucking good,” he said, looking down to where we were still roughly connected.
All at once, my stomach growled and Mick’s phone buzzed.
“Time to eat.” He slipped out of me and yanked up his jeans ... it was then I noticed he’d been commando. “Hello,” he said into the phone, assuming it was our takeout, but waggled his eyebrows at me.
Warmth crept up my cheeks and I slid down from the counter, hiding my face with my hair.
Mick set aside his phone. “I’m going to take Tito with me downstairs to get the food, let him stretch his legs and maybe lift his leg on the sidewalk.”
“I’ll be here,” I said, thinking I’d go clean up while he was downstairs, but decided to check my phone first.
