Okay, so I wasn't winning. But I think this was better. “Let me come,” I said, bratty and desperate.
Mitchell slapped my ass again, harder this time. I squeezed around him, and this time he cried out.
“Fuck,” Mitchell moaned, his voice a rumble of almost pain.
He gripped both my hips, locking me hard against him. So hard, it was like something physical was stopping us from separating.
“I’m coming, Winona.” Mitchell tensed hard against me, an animal-sounding moan coming out of him.
Ilovedhow he made noise. How he had to tell me. I ate it up like candy dropped on my tongue.
His cock swelled inside me as it emptied into the condom.How badly I wished that sheath of latex wasn’t there. I wanted him to fill me up. I wanted to gush with his cum, to feel his seed slick around my opening, knowing he’d marked his spot.
Mitchell sat up again, pulling me back against him. He stroked my hair, burying his face in my neck. His breath was a hard pant. But in each exhale, I could hear the syllables. I could feel them with the pulse of our twinned heartbeats.
He was whispering my name. “Are you okay, Winona?” he asked. “Was it too much?”
“You gave me exactly what I wanted, Mitchell,” I said. And he did. By giving me the illusion that I was out of control, he’d actually given all of it to me.
I melted into him, feeling so good. So taken care of. I found the soft cushion of heaven in his hard, strong arms.
Mitchell, as it turned out, appeared to be everything I never knew I needed.
And that thought was the first thing tonight that truly scared me.
CHAPTER 25
The Natural Plumber
WINONA
Mitchell carried me to the house. As in, he lifted me so my legs wrapped around his waist and gently tipped my head to his shoulder, and carried me inside, where Anita opened the door and got the shower running.
Mitchell held me tight, face buried in my shoulder. So tight, I wasn’t sure he was going to let me go. “Winona,” he whispered. “Winona, Winona, Winona.”
When he finally did, I leaned into him, then blinked, finally taking in where he’d brought us. “This is where we first met.”
Mitchell chuckled, feeling for his non-existent beard. “Feels like a million years ago.”
I put a hand over my mouth, looking around. The last time I’d been in this bathroom I’d been terrified for my life, at least for a few minutes. Now, especially after what we’d just done, I felt safer than I ever had with any man.
And this opened up everything. I kissed him again, cupping his face in my hands.
Mitchell helped me strip off my clothes, then his, and then we got into his shower together. I don’t know how long westood there, Mitchell gently brushing away the dirt and grass stuck to my skin. He washed me with a natural loofah that covered us both with a soft white foam. He asked if I was okay, and told me how beautiful I was, and didn’t make any of it sexual. He didn’t spend extra attention on any particular part of me, and when he kissed me, it was chaste, with a level of tenderness that made me wonder what it would be like to be taken care of by him fifty years from now. With the practiced, loving touch of knowing someone so intimately for decades.
When Mitchell turned me around to wash my hair though, his cock grazed against my ass, and it was definitely not soft.
“I’m sorry,” he said, taking a step backward. “I’m not trying anything, I promise.”
“It’s okay, Mitchell,” I whispered, turning around and taking him in my hand. He was beautiful; thick and veiny. The perfect size. His jaw clenched, his eyes closing briefly. But he removed my hand, bringing my knuckles up to his lips. “Don’t tempt me, Firecracker, or we’ll never get out of this shower.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
His lips turned up. “No. But I have food planned.”
My stomach growled as if on command.
“Snitch,” I admonished her.
