edge of the mattress, standing as close to him as I can get. “I missed you.”
His smile fades, his gaze growing serious. “We were together not even an hour ago.”
“It wasn’t long enough,” I admit, crawling onto the bed and into Mitch’s lap, spreading my legs wide so I can straddle him. The skirt on this dress is loose, enabling me to move freely, and I settle my bare lower regions right on top of his erection.
His eyes flare and I can only assume it’s because he can feel me. All of me, if you get what I’m sayin’. “You’re gonna leave a wet spot on the sheet.”
With other men, I’m pretty sure this sort of crude talk would’ve grossed me out. But somehow everything that comes out of Mitch’s mouth is sexy.
“I’m guessing we’re going to leave lots of wet spots on the sheets tonight,” I tell him, curling my arms around his neck.
His hands slip beneath my dress, resting on my bare butt. “Have I told you you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met?”
Normal Eleanor would tell him he’s confused. Vegas Eleanor throws her head back and laughs. “I think you bring it out of me.”
“We make a good pair then.” His large hands massage my butt, and his touch makes me shudder.
And—it makes me want more.
My laughter dies and I stare into his eyes. “You really think so?”
Nodding slowly, he hauls me in closer, so I’m pressed against him, chest to chest. “I know so.”
I want to say more, but he steals my words with his lips. I’m hungry for him. I would say he’s starving for me. We kiss and kiss, tongues tangled, his fingers digging into my flesh. I grind on top of his erection, basically trying to get off, and the sheet is the only thing separating us. I want it gone. I want to feel him inside me. Frustration races through me, so strong I break the kiss first.
We’re panting. He’s staring at my mouth. His hands are still on my ass, and my fingers are buried in his hair. “What’s wrong?” he asks. “Why’d you stop?”
“I have too much clothing on,” I say with a little pout.
He smiles, and it’s so wicked, so devious, the sight of it steals my breath. “I can take care of that.”
Sixteen
Mitch
Frustrated Eleanor is a sight to see. I can tell she wants out of that sexy dress. Why? So she can rub herself all over me?
Not going to say no to that.
With fumbling, anxious fingers, I feel around her dress, trying to find a button or a zipper, anything to help her get out of it. I eventually find the zipper and I yank it down impatiently, shoving the dress off her shoulders so the front falls forward.
“Don’t rip it,” she murmurs, batting my hands away when I tug with too much force. “Hold on.”
I lean back against the massive headboard and watch in fascination as she disentangles herself from the dress, pulling it off over her head and tossing it on the floor. She’s now sitting on top of me with just the black bra on. Nothing else. Those generous tits appear ready to spill out of the lacy bra and I reach for her, my hands cupping her flesh. Thumbs playing with her covered nipples just before I pinch them.
Thrusting her breasts into my hands, she reaches behind her and undoes the clasp, shedding the bra in a matter of seconds. Now, she is gloriously naked.
Beautiful.
Stunning.
Take-my-breath-away naked.
I study her carefully, taking my time. Last night I was too impatient. Hell, right now I’m real eager to get my hands and mouth on her. More than anything, I can’t wait to be inside of her, but I need to look first.
At least for a minute.
Her nipples are the same peachy shade as her lips. They’re huge. I love them. I am a tit man through and through, always have been. But she’s also got legs. And I bet they’d feel real nice wrapped around my hips while I fuck her into the mattress.
And that pussy of hers, damn. It’s covered with a light tuft of dark blonde hair, and I swear to God, the sheet separating us is damp from her juices.
Or it could be from me. I’m probably leaking precome like a motherfucker right now, I want in her so bad.
“Do you like what you see?” she asks coyly, her voice teasing.
Nodding, I say, “Touch yourself.”
Her eyes blink wide and her lips part, but