going to have him inside her. She’d never felt such joy. “Thank you.”
Mitch shook his head, but didn’t say anything. Instead he climbed back onto the bed, his knees between her splayed legs. “I’m going to pleasure you now,” he announced. “Nothing but pleasure, my Hayley. Take it.”
He dipped his head and buried his tongue deep into her pussy. The convulsions began immediately, long rolling spasms that started in her core and spread outward like rays of heated bliss. Her head thrashed on the pillow as Mitch kept up the relentless pressure, circling her clit with his thumb while he lapped at her feminine center, devouring the moisture she offered.
Only when she lay boneless and quivering on the mattress, the aftereffects of her climax humming through her, did Mitch stop what he was doing. He turned his attention to the makeshift silk ties, hurriedly jerking the knots loose. It was a relief to feel the blood flowing freely through her stiff limbs again. Hayley moved her legs, sliding them around Mitch’s waist as he leaned above her to tug at the ties on her wrists. She lifted her head and kissed his chest, loving the way his muscles twitched against her lips.
When the last tie was gone, Mitch lowered his body to hers, his shaft pressing into her. Hayley arched, welcoming him. He thrust into her in a smooth plunge that made her cry out. Keenly appreciating the freedom to wrap her arms around him, Hayley held him tight to her body as he stroked within her, her nails digging into his back as his pace quickened, desperation and need imbuing each movement with a sense of urgency that thrilled. Soon enough her blood surged, signaling her ascent toward another orgasm.
As though sensing it, Mitch slowed his movements. Beneath her fingers, Hayley felt the tension in his shoulders and knew the effort it took him. She tilted her hips. “It’s your turn. Take your pleasure now.”
His lips twitched. With a tender hand, he pushed a few damp strands of hair back from her face. “Let’s both get what we need.”
He rotated his hips, making Hayley moan and close her eyes from the ecstasy of it. Of having Mitch inside her, making love to her. The slow glide of his body into hers, his chest brushing against hers with every skilled stroke, drew the sensations forth, until they caused her inner muscles to grip him in a rapid fluttering motion. “Yes… Oh, God. Mitch. I love you. I love you.”
Mitch swallowed her declaration when he covered her mouth with his. His tongue tangled with hers, thrusting into her mouth as his cock thrust into her pussy, over and over. His hips bumped hers as he began to pound into her, harder, faster, until he released himself, his climax meeting hers like one ocean wave crashing into another, tumbling together to become one.
Afterward Mitch held her close, the warmth of his body surrounding her as he kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks. His mouth brushed featherlight over hers, the touch so exquisitely gentle that Hayley’s heart gave way.
She’d told him she loved him, and although it had been a spontaneous admission, she’d meant it. It would have been impossible not to notice that Mitch didn’t reciprocate the sentiment in words, but she was reassured by the tenderness of his embrace and the slow, steady thud of his heart against her palm. The words didn’t matter as long as she had Mitch beside her.
At least that was what she told herself as she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Eight
A pleasant post-orgasmic exhaustion infused Mitch, yet sleep eluded him. Hayley lay curled against his chest, her peaceful breaths fanning across his skin In the moonlight that filtered through the patio doors, the curve of her shoulder appeared as smooth and unblemished as porcelain, her hair like spun gold. She was so precious, so desirable.
And she was his. For now, maybe for longer.
Please let it be for longer.
Mitch was thinking along the lines of a lifetime, but what if Hayley
Mitch shook his head, but didn’t say anything. Instead he climbed back onto the bed, his knees between her splayed legs. “I’m going to pleasure you now,” he announced. “Nothing but pleasure, my Hayley. Take it.”
He dipped his head and buried his tongue deep into her pussy. The convulsions began immediately, long rolling spasms that started in her core and spread outward like rays of heated bliss. Her head thrashed on the pillow as Mitch kept up the relentless pressure, circling her clit with his thumb while he lapped at her feminine center, devouring the moisture she offered.
Only when she lay boneless and quivering on the mattress, the aftereffects of her climax humming through her, did Mitch stop what he was doing. He turned his attention to the makeshift silk ties, hurriedly jerking the knots loose. It was a relief to feel the blood flowing freely through her stiff limbs again. Hayley moved her legs, sliding them around Mitch’s waist as he leaned above her to tug at the ties on her wrists. She lifted her head and kissed his chest, loving the way his muscles twitched against her lips.
When the last tie was gone, Mitch lowered his body to hers, his shaft pressing into her. Hayley arched, welcoming him. He thrust into her in a smooth plunge that made her cry out. Keenly appreciating the freedom to wrap her arms around him, Hayley held him tight to her body as he stroked within her, her nails digging into his back as his pace quickened, desperation and need imbuing each movement with a sense of urgency that thrilled. Soon enough her blood surged, signaling her ascent toward another orgasm.
As though sensing it, Mitch slowed his movements. Beneath her fingers, Hayley felt the tension in his shoulders and knew the effort it took him. She tilted her hips. “It’s your turn. Take your pleasure now.”
His lips twitched. With a tender hand, he pushed a few damp strands of hair back from her face. “Let’s both get what we need.”
He rotated his hips, making Hayley moan and close her eyes from the ecstasy of it. Of having Mitch inside her, making love to her. The slow glide of his body into hers, his chest brushing against hers with every skilled stroke, drew the sensations forth, until they caused her inner muscles to grip him in a rapid fluttering motion. “Yes… Oh, God. Mitch. I love you. I love you.”
Mitch swallowed her declaration when he covered her mouth with his. His tongue tangled with hers, thrusting into her mouth as his cock thrust into her pussy, over and over. His hips bumped hers as he began to pound into her, harder, faster, until he released himself, his climax meeting hers like one ocean wave crashing into another, tumbling together to become one.
Afterward Mitch held her close, the warmth of his body surrounding her as he kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks. His mouth brushed featherlight over hers, the touch so exquisitely gentle that Hayley’s heart gave way.
She’d told him she loved him, and although it had been a spontaneous admission, she’d meant it. It would have been impossible not to notice that Mitch didn’t reciprocate the sentiment in words, but she was reassured by the tenderness of his embrace and the slow, steady thud of his heart against her palm. The words didn’t matter as long as she had Mitch beside her.
At least that was what she told herself as she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Eight
A pleasant post-orgasmic exhaustion infused Mitch, yet sleep eluded him. Hayley lay curled against his chest, her peaceful breaths fanning across his skin In the moonlight that filtered through the patio doors, the curve of her shoulder appeared as smooth and unblemished as porcelain, her hair like spun gold. She was so precious, so desirable.
And she was his. For now, maybe for longer.
Please let it be for longer.
Mitch was thinking along the lines of a lifetime, but what if Hayley
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