I did another full body tremble and held onto Mitch.
“Step outta them,” he ordered on another growl, this one thicker and I did as I was told, my sandaled feet barely free of them before Mitch’s fingers clenched into my thighs right under my ass. He lifted me up, fingers digging into my flesh to spread my legs. I helped and then I found my back to the bed, Mitch on me, his mouth again on mine.
There was a lot of kissing, a lot of groping and his fingers were toying between my legs, my hand was palming his hard crotch, my whimpers drifting into his mouth when his lips disengaged from mine and slid across my cheek to my ear.
He pressed his c**k into my hand as he slid two fingers into my wetness and he whispered in my ear, “Gonna f**k you hard, baby.”
Oh God.
I liked that.
Mitch was a gentle lover, intuitive, thoughtful, only taking me hard when he knew I was ready for it.
And he knew I was ready for it.
He wasn’t done talking.
“Want you sittin’ there, drinkin’ with your girls but still throbbing because of me.”
Oh God.
I wanted that too. So much, my h*ps bucked against his hand.
His thumb put pressure on my sweet spot and they bucked again.
I turned my head and whispered, “Okay,” in his ear.
“Free me,” he ordered and, my hands shaking, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans then pushed them down his hips.
His head came up, his eyes captured mine and my calves wrapped around his thighs. I got a little thrill at feeling his jeans rub against my skin then his fingers and thumb disappeared and I got a much bigger thrill when his c**k drove inside.
My lips parted, my eyes closed and my neck arched.
He kept thrusting, fast, hard, deep and his mouth went to my neck, his voice gruff, he asked in a whisper, “How many ways you gonna take it?”
I righted my head, slid the fingers of both my hands into his hair, his head came up and he kept driving fast and hard as I whispered back, “How many ways you wanna give it?”
He didn’t answer verbally.
No, he pulled out, rolled off, then I found myself on my belly then I found myself up on my knees then I had his hands at my h*ps yanking me back as he took me on my knees. My back arched, pressing my chest into the bed, his hands slid up to my ribs, the pads of his fingers digging deep as he kept pulling me back and thrusting into me.
“Yes,” I whispered into the comforter.
“You like that?” Mitch growled.
He knew the answer to that. We’d done this before, I’d like it before.
It had never been this hard, this fierce, this hot.
Still.
“Yes,” I repeated.
Then he was gone but not for long. I was flipped over, yanked up with one of his arms wrapped around my waist, both my legs wrapped around his hips. He shifted us and my back slammed against the headboard and wall and his c**k slammed up inside me.
“Oh God,” I breathed.
Mitch’s arm slanted, one of his hands curling around the cheek of my ass, tilting my h*ps to take more of him. His other hand captured mine and held it to the wall by my head, his eyes locked on mine, his searing into me, hotter than I’d ever seen them.