“Jesus... Beth.”
“All your fault.”
I moan when he slides two fingers through my slit, caressing his now wet fingers against my distended clit and then giving it a deliberate flick.
“Mitch!” I scream.
God, I never scream. I never did so with Smith. Near the end of our relationship, sex became a quiet affair with him. But what Mitch is doing now, lowering his head between my thighs to take the flesh he'd just flicked with his thumb into his mouth has me screaming profanities. Literal tears leak through my eyes when Mitch continues to eat me out, not letting up until my entire leg shakes in an earth-shattering orgasm that renders me boneless.
But it doesn't end there. Mitch crawls up to me, wraps his arms around me, and kisses me deeply, allowing me to taste myself on his lips. I kiss him back feverishly.
“Let me touch you,” I beg. “Let me show you how good I can be for you too,” I whisper, casting longing eyes on his.
When he concedes with a nod, I waste no time in pushing down, hands already on the zipper of his slacks.
“Wait,” he says, and I almost die, afraid he wants me to stop, but Mitch only gestures at me to kneel at the foot of my bed. I do as he says, wildly loving his dominating side. When he comes to stand in front of me, I look up at him through my lashes.
“Undress me.”
My hands automatically move to his zipper once again, and this time, I'm not stopping. Mitch allows me to lower his pants down his legs, eyes switching quickly to the hefty proof of his arousal; his cock, hard and straining against the fabric of his dark boxers, begging to be set free.
As I slowly draw the boxers down, his long shaft springs free, dangling from side to side, as if teasing me. Mouth already watering from how delicious he looks; I wrap eager hands around his cock, stroking up and down while watching Mitch as he throws his head back to let out a low groan.
Hungry for more of him, I take Mitch’s cock in my mouth, moaning at the tangy taste that greets my tongue.
“Oh, fuck, Beth,” he growls, gripping my hair and pushing my hungry mouth further down his hard length, urging me to take in more of him until he fills me completely up. Then he directs me with his hands, stroking my scalp when I flick my tongue the way he likes, tugging when he wants me to go harder. Just when I’m sure I’m about to experience his real taste, Mitch rips my mouth off of him, and in one sweeping motion, has my legs wrapped around his waist, his cock pushing into my hot wetness, causing me to let out a scream at the sudden but pleasurable intrusion.
Mitch sets a hard pace, seeming unable to control himself, which is something I had not imagined in my fantasies. He's relentless, holding me up and slamming into me over and over until my juices drip down my inner thighs.
“Fuck, yes. I need this, Beth. You gripping on my cock hard. I’m sorry, I wanted to make this good for you, but I need to take you. Own you. God,” he slurs without breaking stride, his eyes staring deeply into mine. “Don't close your eyes, Beth,” he orders when my eyes flutter close as my orgasm creeps closer and closer. I struggle to maintain eye contact; an almost impossible act, seeing as Mitch's deep strokes doesn't break the rhythm.
When Mitch grips my hips, lifting me higher to slam into me harder, I completely lose it, coming harder than I ever have, shudders washing my entire body. And he does too, with a loud groan, mouth buried against the curve of my neck as he lays me on the bed, curling protective arms around me, spooning me.
I continue to pant, mouth dry as desert. When the last of my shudders ebb, I turn around in his arms to find his eyes closed, a sheen of sweat coating his forehead and chest. I have never seen anything more enthralling.
“That was...” My voice trails away as I try to find an appropriate word to describe what had just happened. “That was...” I try again. “Incredible.”
Mitch chuckles, the sound reverberating through me.
“You're too easy to please,” Mitch pops one eye open, amusement dancing in them at his words, and I laugh, feeling ecstatic.
Is this what sex does? Injects some sort of happy drug into people, thereby making the world seem brighter? Sex with Smith had always been... satisfactory. As he had been my first, I had never had a reason to question his skill or compare. But being with Mitch, one almost has to wonder what the hell Smith was doing, because they are definitely not in the same league. Hell, I think they are not even in the same galaxy. My body still thrums, and I feel...alive!
Mitch's hands stroking up and down my thighs bring me back to the present.
“I'm hoping we didn't scandalize your parents with the, er—"
I laugh.
“No, they're out. They’ll be back first thing,” I tell him, thinking of something else to say. There's no way I'm talking about my parents after such amazing sex.
Mitch's hand movement on my hips stops, and he hurls himself up. “I need to head back.” I’m guessing he doesn’t want to explain why he’s been over alone with their daughter so late.
My stomach bottoms out, but I don't allow the words that struggle to break free out. I don't try to convince him to stay the night like I long to. I don't want to act like some needy-clingy college girl who suddenly thinks the sun shines out of her ass.
“You're safe, okay? No one's laying siege at your door,” he tells me as he pushes one leg into his pants. “There's an early meeting with the department heads tomorrow,” he says, glancing at me, a tiny blush coating his cheeks. And I can tell that he remembers now that he's in fact my boss, and come tomorrow, we are both going to have to pretend he hasn't just fucked my brains out.
I watch him dress, allowing my eyes to scan the god-like body about to disappear into clothes. The shapely ass draws attention to the narrow hips. The thighs that flex with every little movement, sturdy legs, and strong arms remind me of the way he held me in his arms and made me his.