“THIS IS BETTER THANcoffee,” I groaned as Mitch slid his mouth up and down my morning wood. “This is even better than Edna’s blueberry pancakes.” I didn’t normally talk during sex, but the way Mitch was working my cock had me worried that I’d come embarrassingly quick. He did that thing with his tongue on my glans that I liked and I was a goner. My mind was too blown to tease him about protein shakes for breakfast. Instead, I crooked my finger for him to come up and put his dick in my mouth.
He shook his head instead of climbing my body.What guy turned down a morning blow?Mitch leaned over and opened the bedside table drawer and removed the lube and a condom.Ah, the kind who set out to conquer my body before he set off to conquer the world.I tasted myself on his tongue when he kissed me with a forcefulness that ignited a spark in my once-sated balls.
Mitch’s hands were no longer hesitant when he explored my body and I eagerly opened my legs to his touch. He was still cautious touching me when I was sleeping, always making sure I was alert and awake before he touched me in a sexual way. It was the last vestige of my traumatic experience and I hoped that one day we’d be able to knock down that barrier and never look back. I was willing to try, but Mitch wasn’t yet. His fear didn’t stem from getting hurt if I reacted badly; he was concerned about causing me pain.
It was moments like those – not any of the material things he could give me – that I realized how truly lucky I was to have him in my life. He unlocked parts of me that I had given up on and set me free. So, it felt right and natural to reach for him as he pushed inside me to join our bodies together. I was no longer fragmented pieces of a person; I was a complete man who was forged from love and devotion.
Mitch looked at me with so much tenderness as he loved me slowly and surely. Whispered words of love in my ear, combined with the amazing things he made me feel, caused my dick to swell for him again. I was caught up in his dark, sensuous gaze and I never wanted to leave.
“You feel so good inside me. You make me wish I could carry you inside me all the time,” I told him. I was not a man of flowery words, and being love-drunk often made me sound more caveman-ish, but I must’ve struck the right chord inside him.
Mitch lowered his forehead until it touched mine. “You’re never going to be without me. Everywhere you go, I’ll go too. I have you again and I’ll never give you up.” His possessive, heartfelt claim moved me in ways I couldn’t grasp while my body fought to take control over my brain and find my pleasure. Yet, I didn’t want to lose this connection.
“Love me,” I heard myself saying. It didn’t sound desperate or pathetic; it was a sincere plea from my heart.
“Forever.” Mitch’s declaration was just as genuine.
I saw the tremble in Mitch’s arms where he supported himself above me and knew that he was getting close. I pulled him down until his weight was completely on top of me, wrapped my legs arounds his waist, and dug my heals into his ass to spur him on.
My boldness was rewarded with a kiss filled with passion and fire. The way Mitch hit my prostate, combined with the friction of his taut abs against my sensitive dick, had me ready to come again in no time.
Mitch’s pace began to pick up and he fucked me in earnest. He broke from our kiss so he could look into my eyes. It was a connection that we both needed from each other; to know that we weren’t dreaming. I came first with his name on my lips and Mitch followed after. I held him tight against my chest as our hearts and lungs tried to return to their normal rates.
I’d had sex many times in my life with plenty of men, but it was different with Mitch. He took me to another plane of existence; as if I was high on loving him. It was a connection that seemed pure; holy in its rightness. Only he had the healing hands and saving grace to heal my hurts and make me whole for the first time in my life.
Something had always been missing in my life– a father, then later my mother, and then my soul. I realized as I held Mitch in my arms that he began to heal me when we were teens. It might’ve taken two decades to complete the healing due to our separation, but he’d done it. No more shadows, regrets, and anger.
Mitch propped himself up on his elbow and smiled down at me. He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen; a gift I’d cherish until the end of time. “Are you ready to get the day started?”
“Once the blood returns from my dick to the other regions in my body,” I responded. “I wasn’t expecting a twofer this morning. It’s not even my birthday.”
“I don’t need a special occasion to want to make you feel good.” He slowly pulled out of me and slapped my inner thigh. “Let’s get a move on. I have to meet with Todd Basterson this morning. I’m going to need a lot of Edna’s blueberry pancakes and many mugs of coffee to face him bright and early.”
“I thought you guys got along,” I said as I got out of bed and followed him to the bathroom. Mitch was so quick to strike Todd from the suspect list every time he was mentioned.
“Oh, we do,” he said, tossing the condom in the trash, “but that doesn’t mean he’s not a pain in the ass sometimes. He’s especially tight with corporate funds.”
“Even when it comes to charitable work that makes the corporation look good?” I asked, not understanding the mindset. The amount of money Mitch dropped last night was huge on a personal level, but chump change to the corporation.
“They’re called conservative for a reason,” Mitch replied, stepping beneath the shower spray. “We’ve butted heads plenty of times, but we’ve always found a workable solution that pleases all of us.”
Blood was finally starting to return to my brain and an idea occurred to me. “I want to try something today when you’re meeting with Todd. I’m not going to tell you what I’m planning because I want your reaction to be genuine. Will you trust me, babe?”
“Of course,” Mitch answered without hesitation.
I kissed him soundly on the mouth in appreciation then formulated a plan. It was a long shot, but I was tired of waiting around for trouble to come to us.
“That’s a lot of money, Mitch.” Todd’s voice came through loud and clear through the earpiece I wore. “Why so much?”
“Why not?” Mitch countered with a disbelieving tone. “We’ve made more money this year than ever so why not give back? Come on, Todd, it’s the right thing to do. Think of all those sick kids who’ll spend Christmas in the hospital fighting cancer and other illnesses. Why not give them a special day? We can afford it and they could certainly benefit from our generosity.”
“The board isn’t going to like the size of the donation. They’ll think we can have the same positive press without spending that amount of money. What happens if…”
“A meteor strikes the earth and we all die? What good will that do us? We can’t take the money with us,” Mitch countered. “Besides, it’s not like I’m asking the board to take less pay so I can make this happen.”
“I don’t know, Mitch.” Todd hesitated, but it sounded like he was coming around. “It would make great press for the company.”
“I’m asking you to call a special board meeting tonight at seven so we can have a vote. After they agree – because I’m trusting you to come through for me – I’ll call Tobias and let him know it’s a go. Then I can wrap up the last few things before I go on vacation. God, I am so looking forward to getting away from it all for a bit.” Mitch let out a sigh of relief and I decided it was the right time to spring my surprise on them.
