at the corner of his mouth.
“How’re you at numbers?” she asked, her breath shuddering as the spiraling heat reignited in her belly. Pressing her fingers against her damp, aching mound, she pulled them away to show him the wet evidence of her desire.
“You mean like sixty-nine?” At her nod, Mitch reached down and took her hand, dropping to his knees as well and sucking her fingers into his mouth. Belle whimpered at the action, the tension between her legs ratcheting even higher. “I’m damned good, as you’re about to find out,” he promised.
“Do that again,” she instructed, “just, you know, somewhere else.”
Mitch’s grin flashed. In a quick move, he kicked off his shoes, tugged his socks and jeans off, too. Naked, he lay back on the floor and gestured.
“Gimme,” he said. “But get naked first.”
Belle glanced down at herself—on her knees, her blouse long gone, her bra scooped under her breasts, pressing them up and together in a way that made them look much larger than they actually were. Her skirt was bunched around her waist like a belt, and her panties but a tattered memory of silk and lace.
She stood, placing one foot on either side of Mitch’s hips and giving him a clear view of her wet, pink folds. Like a magnet, his eyes flew to the sight and his grin fell away. He reached for her but she shook her head, so he settled on running his hands up and down her calves, accented by the high heels she still wore.
She smoothed her skirt back in place. He frowned, then watched as she flipped the hook and zipper open. Belle shimmied, her breasts swaying with the movement. Mitch’s eyes went opaque. She pushed the tight skirt down her hips, and bending one knee to bring her legs together, she dropped the skirt to the floor, then kicked it away.
Almost naked now and loving Mitch’s full attention, Belle stood, legs spread, and gently scraped her nails up her thighs. She passed her hand over the damp curls between her legs, pausing to flick one finger over her clit. The movement made Mitch’s dick jump as though it was jealous. She loved his eyes on her. It was almost as good as his hands, although not nearly as sweet as his mouth. She felt like a sex goddess, the way he looked at her. She slid her hands up her torso, cupping her breasts and squeezing them. Head falling back, she closed her eyes and let the sensation, hot, intense and powerful, wash over her.
Her fingers tweaked her aching, turgid nipples, amping up her desire, preparing her for the thrust of Mitch’s tongue. As if he heard her thoughts, suddenly his mouth was between her legs. Belle gasped, then gave a keening cry as he skipped all the preliminaries and thrust his tongue inside her.
Her knees buckled again, but his hands were there on her ass to hold her up. She looked down and almost came at the sight. Her nails teased and circled the pointy pink tips of her nipples, and there below Mitch half sat, half lay, his eyes staring into hers as he used his tongue to drive her crazy.
She wanted to come. Two more seconds and she would. But she’d promised herself the next time she’d be taking him down with her. Calling on a willpower she’d have sworn didn’t exist, she stepped away from the best tongue job she’d ever had and pointed to the floor. Mitch frowned. Belle arched her brow. Not bothering to take off her shoes, she gestured to the floor again and ran her hands over her breasts in promise.
Mitch lay back, his dick as rigid as a redwood, waiting for her. As gracefully as possible, Belle dropped down, one knee on either side of his hips. Her wet bush rubbed against his dick, tempting her to simply shift and take him inside her. But she wanted more, she wanted to drive him so crazy he never forgot her. She wanted him to want her so bad, she became the most important thing in his life. Even if it was only for the moment.
Needing the connection, she let herself fall forward so her hands braced on either side of his head, and kissed him. Dark and drugging, the kiss tasted like musky sex.
With one last bite at his lower lip, she sat upright, then swung her legs around so she faced backward. Falling forward to brace her elbows on the