Before I could argue, he’d pulled me up to my feet.
He kissed me again, soothing my well-worked lips with his tongue. Then he tipped my head to the side, sank his teeth onto my ear, and said, “this way.”
It was a courtesy to say the words, because he didn’t waitfor me to walk on my own. He bent down and threw me over his shoulder like a caveman. I shrieked with laughter, my loosely tied boots falling off as I kicked. He jerked my coveralls off, too, so we were both naked by the time he reached the living room. “Sit on the couch,” he commanded. “And spread your legs for me.”
A moment later it was Mitchell on his knees, his face in my pussy, two fingers slipping inside. He sucked on my clit, pulling it into his mouth as he flicked his tongue. The move was diabolical. I fucked myself on his hand, screaming as he released me to look up.
“I want to give you another finger, Winona. Can you take that?”
“Yes. I want you to give me everything.”
He slipped another finger in. “Okay?”
I nodded vigorously, the stretch so delicious I gritted my teeth, whimpering.
He bent down, but paused, just before making contact. “I want to do everything with you, Winona. All the things you love in your books. But if you ever want to back off, I’d be perfectly happy with vanilla too. Hell, if you let me jerk off looking at pictures of you, that might do in a pinch.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I said. But I felt a little lighter. A little less pressure.
“Just saying,” he said. Then he bent down and flattened his tongue over my clit, stroking my g-spot so pleasure shocked through me. “Or I could just do this for the rest of my life. All of it suits me just fine, Winona.”
“Right now is good”, I said.
He grinned.
Then he didn’t make me wait anymore. He only had to do that suck and flick thing for half a minute. The combination of his fingers tugging at me and the friction of his mouth had me coming so hard I let loose a gush of liquid onto his hand.
Mitchell made a sound I couldn’t decipher, but waited until I’d completely come down before he rose up and said, “You fuckingsquirted, Winona.”
“It happens sometimes, I know it’s kind of messy, I?—”
“Do it again.”
“I can’t do it on command!”
“Then I need to take notes. There has to be a way.”
I couldn’t help laughing. Then I couldn’t help crying out when he took me in his mouth again. “I could put on glasses if you want,” he said. “Since I’m studying.”
I never knew I could laugh while I came. But it was probably the most glorious experience I’d had on this green earth, at least while naked.
CHAPTER 32
Real Life
MITCHELL
Igot the text when she was in the bathroom later, up in the pool house.
SAL: 911. Zynstyr’s shifting the meeting to Zurich the day after tomorrow. The lab has some issues; they need you there in person. Deal hinges on it.
This time, tomorrow wasn’t a million miles away. This time, tomorrow was here and immutable.
ButIwas going to be a million miles from Winona. From her soft scent; her smooth skin; that Newfoundland lilt I could listen to for hours.
“Mitch?” Winona looked up from where she’d just hopped back into the bed beside me. Her eyes seemed darker than they had before. She wasn’t smiling. Did she know? Could she sense what was going on?
“Hey, Firecracker.”
