This was beautiful. This was fantastic. This was hot.
“Baby,” I whispered.
“Fingers between your legs, sweetheart, I wanna feel you make yourself come while I f**k you.”
“Okay,” I agreed instantly then moved to do as I was told.
Oh God.
Yes.
That was more beautiful. Beyond fantastic. Sizzling.
Our lips touching, our breath mingling, our eyes locked, Mitch’s hand tightened in mine when I whimpered and he knew what that meant.
“Give that to me,” he growled.
“Yes, honey,” I whispered.
“Now, baby, give it to me.”
My lips parted, my eyes closed, my hand clenched his as my legs clasped his hips, I felt Mitch’s tongue slide between my lips as his c**k kept driving inside me and the orgasm scored through me.
Three minutes later, my arms tight around him, one of my hands in his hair, my legs clutching his bucking hips, his face in my neck, he rammed deep, stayed planted, groaned into my neck and gave it back.
I bent my neck and kissed his skin right where his soft, dark hair curled around his ear.
Then I whispered there, “I love your hair.”
I felt his smile against my skin then I felt and heard his strange response of, “Sucks.”
“Pardon?”
His head came up and his hand still at my ass gave me a squeeze just as his arm that was now around my back gave me one too.
“Sucks,” he repeated, looking down at me, his face sated, his eyes still hot but in a languid, satisfied way (that made them hotter, by the way) both making him even more handsome than he was normally.
Which was to say, right then, my man was downright beautiful.
“What sucks?” I whispered, feeling languid and satisfied too, not because I just had fantastic, multi-position sex with my gorgeous boyfriend. Also because he had it with me, he liked having it with me and he didn’t mind me knowing it.
“Want you to have fifteen of those dresses so I can f**k you in all fifteen. But that would mean more overtime which would mean I wouldn’t have the time to f**k you in them. And that sucks.”
I felt my lips tip up and said softly, “One is good enough for me.”
I watched his lips tip up too and he replied softly, “Yeah, one is definitely good enough.”
My man thought I was hot. My man thought I was sexy. My man took one look at me in my LBD and couldn’t keep his hands off me.
My soul sighed again.
His eyes moved over my face and hair before they came back to mine and he murmured, “Your hair looked great before, baby, but now it looks f**king fantastic.”
“Sex hair,” I muttered wondering if the girls would notice I had sex hair and thinking Roberta and LaTanya wouldn’t miss it. It was highly likely Elvira wouldn’t either.
Mitch chuckled, pulled out but dropped to his back, taking me with him. Then he righted his jeans even as I straddled him.
I lifted my head, looked down at him and whispered, “I need to go clean up.”