turned to a moan when he flicked his thumbs over her pebbled nipples.
Need pounded now, a heavy dark beat. Mitch gave in to it, releasing her mouth as he pulled her blouse over her head. Seconds before he lost himself in the lush bounty of her breasts, he met her eyes. Head supported by the wall, her blond hair a cloudy pillow behind her, Belle stared back. Desire, power, pleasure all shone in her gaze.
Mitch’s ultimate dream, here in his hands, the taste of her rich on his tongue. The image he had of him and Belle—the poor kid in patched jeans and the princess—flashed through his head. You’ve come a long way, baby, that voice said. But, he vowed, not nearly as long as he planned to make Belle come.
7
WHO KNEW CONFRONTATION could feel so good? Belle’s breath trembled, the wall a hard pillow behind her head, and she closed her eyes and let the delicious sensations wash over her in powerful, throbbing waves.
Her fingers slid, caressing their way through Mitch’s hair as she pressed his face closer to her breasts. The contrast of his mouth, so soft and moist and warm, and his cheek, roughening just hours after his morning shave, drove her nuts.
Fingers stroked, squeezed, in rhythm with her movements. Belle hitched just a little so her skirt shifted up higher, out of the way. Ahhh, she pressed closer, her silk panties moist and hot. They added to the intensity of his rough jeans against her swollen nether lips.
She wanted to squirm, to ratchet up the power. She wanted hard and fast and intense blood-pounding sex against the wall.
But Mitch was in charge, and despite the wall and the absolute control he’d grabbed early on, he was taking it slow. Damn him.
With deliberate care, he scraped his teeth over her aching nipples. Belle gasped and gripped his hair tighter, needing more. His tongue swirled, taunted and teased the tip of one breast, then switched to the other to continue the torment. Belle ground herself against the hard length of him.
“More,” she moaned.
“Soon,” he said, his breath hot against her damp flesh. Belle squirmed again, losing the rhythm. Her frantic movement made Mitch groan, the smooth stroke of his tongue turning to an almost desperate sucking motion.
Oh, yeah. Heat, fast and furious, shot through her body like a bolt of lightning. Pleasure bordered on pain as his mouth ravaged her breast, his hand gripping the other in a heated caress. Yeah, that’s what she wanted. Her head fell back again, her eyes closed as she gave herself over to the sensations. Her panties were soaked now as she rode up and down the rigid length of his turgid, zipper-covered dick.
“I’m not doing this alone—again,” she panted. “This time I want you with me.”
“I’m right here.”
“Naked,” she insisted. She’d spent six-plus years wanting to get her hands on his naked body and she didn’t want to wait a second more. “I want to see you. Touch you. Taste you.”
He groaned and gave a little shudder, but didn’t stop.
“After,” he said.
After?
Mitch shifted, bringing one hand down between their bodies while the other still caressed the nipple he wasn’t sucking. His fingers stroked the wet silk between her legs, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Belle gasped, her thighs trembling as he worked her swollen clitoris through the fabric.
He played her body like a virtuoso, bringing her higher and higher with every flick of his tongue, brush of his fingers. As her climax built, she knew which “after” he was referring to.
Then he slid the fabric of her panties out of the way. He danced his fingers over her slick folds, pressing, sliding, driving her crazy. Stars danced behind Belle’s closed eyes, her body on overload. Mitch’s tongue teased her nipple, then sucked it deep into his mouth as he worked her with his fingers.
One finger in, then out, was all it took. Belle exploded. Her thighs tightened, her fingers grabbed Mitch’s shoulders as the orgasm shook her body. Spirals of pleasure danced through her system, spinning higher, wilder as she flew over the edge.
She slowly floated back to earth, her breath soft pants as she became aware of Mitch again. His mouth pressed into the curve of her throat, he held her tight against his body. As her thoughts coalesced, she felt the tension and strain in his shoulders, the bunched muscles of his back. And, she realized, that ever so deliciously hard muscle throbbing behind his zipper.
Twice now