He slips his hand up the back of my shirt and to my bra. With a simple flick of his wrist, he unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts. Moving his hands around to the front of my shirt, he lifted the fabric up along with my bra, exposing the skin he’d just freed.
He laps at my puckered nipple, twirling the tip of his tongue around my chocolate tip. He then goes to the second tit to do the same thing before going back to the first one and sucking the sensitive flesh into his mouth. I buck my hips into his lap, brushing my pussy against the bulge in his shorts.
“Mitchell,” I moan as he tugs his teeth against my buds.
He released my boobs before sucking my lip into his mouth. He then pushes his tongue between my lips and kisses me until I’m breathless.
Before long, I’m lying on my back on the soft plush rug. Mitch is hovering above me on his knees. His gaze runs over my face as if he’s hungry. For a moment he just stares at me as if I’m a goddess that has landed here on earth. This man has a way of making me feel so beautiful and sexy without ever uttering a word to me.
In the last four months of us being together, Mitch always takes the time to love on my body, kissing the areas that I once looked at and grimaced. So every chance I get, I like to thank him for his appreciation.
Lifting until I’m in a seated position, I stare up at him as I shove his shirt up his stomach, revealing his slight belly. Leaning forward, I kiss his flesh before running my tongue around his navel. I love the sound of his groans. There is nothing like a man moaning and letting you know he’s enjoying you.
I push his shirt up further, asking without words for him to take it off. He obliges, grabbing the t-shirt by the collar and yanking it off to toss on the ground.
Where Andrew was tall and lanky, Mitchell is meat and muscle. And I loved every inch of his body. Keeping eye contact with him, I shove the waistband of his shorts down just enough to free his dick. This is not the most comfortable position, but thankfully Mitch is long enough that the tip of his dick reaches past his navel.
Gripping his length, I allow saliva to pool into my mouth before spitting it onto his mushroom head. Keeping eye contact, I rub my spit into his dick, getting it good and wet. I then hollow out my cheeks and take in as much of him as I can.
He hisses above my head and widens his knees a little more. I go to work, bobbing my head up and down, slurping and slobbering on his dick.
“Gotdamn, El.” The words are groaned over my head.
I continue my work, trying to suck the soul out of this man. His fingers dug into my hair, gripping my strands tightly but not painfully. I stopped moving to allow him to fuck my face. Without telling him, he knew exactly what I was asking for. He rocks his hips, pushing the blunt end of his dick down my throat. I hollow out my cheeks and flatten my tongue so it rubs the underside of his length. When his movements become less controlled, I know he’s almost at his climax.
I look up at him, keeping my gaze locked with his.
“Fuck,” he roars, grabbing my head with both hands. He shoves in deep and suddenly, hot cream shoots into my mouth.
I latch onto the head of his length and suck harder.
“Oh shit,” he tries to pull out of my mouth, but I move my head with him, not allowing him to pull away.
Finally, I let him go, and he drops onto the back of his heels. His breathing is ragged, his face is flushed, and he looks like he’s just been thoroughly worked over. Smirking, I run my tongue over my lips, feeling proud. There is nothing more fun than giving a man head when he lets you know he’s enjoying it.
Mitch wraps his hand around my neck, pulling me into his lips for a kiss. He moves me back onto my back. This time, when he leans over me, he quickly removes my clothes. Before long I’m lying beneath him fully naked. He stares at my body for so long that I question if something is wrong.
“This all still feels like a dream,” he says, licking his lips. “Having you here beneath me feels unreal.”
“I’m real, Mitch. And I’m yours.”
He leans down and kisses me until I gasp for breath. Those same wet lips then move down to my chin. He sucks gently at theskin on my neck before pecking at my collarbone. He drags his tongue down my chest to my breasts. While squeezing one in his right hand, he sucks on the pebbled nipple of the other. My back bows off the floor as he gives my breasts attention.
I never knew how much of an erogenous zone my boobs were until Mitch and I started messing around. This man can bring me to the brink of an orgasm with the way he manipulates my tits.
I squirm beneath him when he tugs at my pebbled buds with his teeth. He lets go of the puckered flesh and moves down to my stomach.
He plants kisses all over my belly, his tongue running along one particular stretch mark from my hip to my side. He even dips his tongue in my belly button. When he kisses down to my mound, I whimper.
Mitchell eats my pussy like he kisses. It's always as if he’s desperate and dying to get the taste in his mouth. Before I can gasp, my legs are over his shoulders and his tongue is splitting my center, his nose pressed against my nub. He licks up my lips to my nub where he sucks it so strongly, I cry out.
He doesn’t stop. Instead, he dives in, allowing his tongue to bring me to an embarrassingly quick orgasm. My knees lock his head in place, my back arches off the floor, my hand lands at the top of his head, and I scream his name.
“Mitchell!” My orgasm zings through every limb of my body like an electrical current.
When it finally dies down, I try to pull away from him. However, he has different plans. He latches around my clit again and sucks the sensitive flesh. Again, I tried to scoot away from him, but he wasn’t having it. He wraps his hand around my thigh and locks me into place.
“Baby, it’s too much.”
