As soon as she began to take him inside her, she tensed, sucked in a breath, her eyes going wide. “Oh!”
So itwaspainful.
Damn.
“You don’t have to—”
“I’m okay. It wasn’t that bad.”
Mitch held himself still for her. “Relax. Take it easy.”
She exhaled, her eyes drifting shut.
Then slowly, inch by inch, Megs took him inside her.
Sweet Jesus.
It had been almost two years since Mitch had been with a woman, the tight, hot feel of her stealing his breath. He willed himself to relax and to focus on Megs and not on the thrum of his own need. “Give yourself time to get used to me being inside you.”
She opened her eyes, the erotic smile that played over her lips making his heart thud. “This is the best birthday present ever.”
Then she began to move slowly up and down.
Mitch savored the sight of his cock moving in and out of her, pleasure unfurling along the base of his spine. But he doubted this would be good for her.
He grasped her hips to still her. “My cock isn’t a pogo stick, love. You don’t have to bounce up and down. Do what feels good toyou.”
He watched, awed by her as she experimented, searching for her own rhythm. It was like watching a flower open, seeing her transform from teenage girl to fully sexual woman. It meant more than he could say that she had chosenhimfor this moment.
First, she moved her hips in circles. Then she tried rocking herself against him, her breath catching when she found her sweet spot. “This feelssogood.”
Mitch caressed her breasts, palming them, teasing their tight nipples. He focused on her and not the ache in his groin, keeping his hips still, giving her the time she needed. “God, you’re beautiful.”
She moved faster now, her eyes squeezed shut, her nails biting into his chest, her breath coming in shudders as she rode him.
He reached between her thighs to stroke her clit, then tried to match her motions with quick, shallow thrusts.
“Oooh,yes.” She moaned out his name. “Mitch!”
Desire for her beat in his chest, the sexual anguish on her face driving him crazy. She was strung out on him, caught in that space where pleasure was torment, every exhale a moan. Then she sucked in a breath—and shattered.
“Mitch!” She cried out, bliss shining on her sweet face.
She was a glimpse of heaven, the sight of her overwhelmed by sexual pleasure putting an ache in Mitch’s chest.
He was lost in her, in love with her, and there was no turning back.
He kept up the rhythm with his fingers until her climax had passed and she collapsed, spent, against his chest. Then he held her, kissed her hair, his senses full of her, his cock still hard and buried inside her.
She raised her head, her eyes still smoky, her hair a tangled mess. “Sex is the best thingever. It’s even better than climbing.”
Well, that didn’t hurt his ego.
“Better than climbing?” In a single move, he flipped her onto her back, smiling at her surprised gasp. “That’s good, because it’s not over.”
He wrapped her legs around his waist, looked into her beautiful eyes. Knowing she might be sore, he started with slow, deep thrusts. “How does that feel?”
“Perfect.” She ran her hands over his pecs to his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
