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 *oris 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 he’d made her come with all her clothes on, not taking anything in return. While she wouldn’t deny the thrill of being taken against the wall—twice—she still wanted a little more active role in screwing Mitch’s brains out.
With that in mind, as soon as she thought they’d hold her, she let her legs slide down Mitch’s hard thighs, sighing at the sensation of denim against bare flesh. Feet on the floor, she felt her knees try to buckle, making Belle grateful to be sandwiched between the wall and Mitch’s body.
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“Off,” Belle purred, needing to feel skin. Years. She’d waited years for this opportunity and she’d be damned if she was going to waste a single second of it. Not even to bask in the afterglow of a rockin’ orgasm.
Her hands slid up his forearms, the soft hair tickling her palms. As she passed over the rolled-up chambray sleeves, she paused to squeeze his rock-solid biceps. She wanted to see those muscles. Now. She pulled at Mitch’s shirt to get it out of her way. Buttons flew everywhere. She didn’t care. Her eyes were focused on the prize, on the broad planes of his smooth, golden chest.
“Mmm,” she murmured as she took in the sight. She let Mitch deal with getting the shirt off his arms. She was busy appreciating the view. Golden skin stretched over the nicest set of pecs she’d seen since ogling the big screen. Like the first fall leaves, a dusting of mahogany hair trailed down his chest. Belle swallowed, her eyes landing on the very large, very hard package pressing against the worn denim of his jeans. Yowza and come to mama. She placed one hand against his hard chest while she smoothed the other over his shoulder, down those biceps again. Mitch wrapped his hands around her waist, but she barely noticed his caress, so focused was she on the tactile wonderland of his body.
She leaned forward, pressing her face to the warmth of his chest, breathing in his cologne, then turned her head just a little to flick her tongue over his flat nipple. He swiftly sucked in his breath, his abs going concave.
Belle grinned her appreciation before letting her head fall back to look into his face.
“You’re gorgeous,” she told him. “Sexy, buff and delicious. I plan to taste every single inch of you.”
His eyes seemed to lose their focus at her words. Releasing her waist, he shoved his hands into her hair, fingers gripping the back of her scalp. He pulled her up to meet his mouth. Hot and wild, his tongue ravaged hers. Belle wasn’t about to give up control, though, so she met him thrust for thrust, then sucked his tongue into her mouth in a way that made him groan and reach for her naked breasts.
“No,” she gasped, moving away before he could work his magic and distract her again. “My turn.”
And she made the most of it. In little, nibbling bites and long wet kisses, she worked her way over his chest and down his belly.
Dropping to her knees, she pressed her cheek against the bulge in his jeans and, glancing up to give him a wicked grin, reached around to squeeze his butt. Mitch’s laugh eased her tension, and with an answering wink she released the catch on his pants and eased his zipper down.
A quick shove was all it took to bare his straining dick, right there at mouth level. She sighed in appreciation at the sight, sure that very tasty treat was going to bring her untold hours of pleasure.
Like a yummy lollipop, she ran her tongue up the length of his shaft and grinned when he grabbed her shoulders and groaned. Oh, yeah, she was definitely going to enjoy this. With a sigh of pleasure, she wrapped her lips around the smooth cap, and after a couple of teasing swirls of her tongue, quit playing and gave him the best head she could.
After a couple minutes of service, Mitch’s fingers dug into her shoulders in a gentle signal that he was reaching his limit. She briefly considered pushing him over that limit, sending him right off the cliff, but then realized there were so many more delights to be had. Why rush things?
With a smooth slurping motion, she released him and leaned back on her hands. Mitch watched her like a man possessed, waiting to see what her next move would be, a wicked grin playing 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 *. 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 floor on either side of his hips, she wrapped one hand around the base of his straining dick and, knowing he was waiting, feeling the tension in him building, swirled her tongue over the silky head. Mitch groaned and grabbed her hips, his fingers digging erotically into the soft flesh. She swirled again, then pulled just the head into her mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. He got even harder and she felt him groan, a warm gust of air between her thighs. Then his mouth was on her. He licked, then sucked her * into his mouth, causing Belle to shudder.
Determined to make him come first, and hanging on to her control by the thinnest thread, she poured everything she had into giving him the best, the hottest and sexiest blow job of her life. Lips, teeth and tongue worked magic as she sucked and swirled, taking him deeper. His tongue mimicked lovemaking, spearing her in then out, as his finger massaged her swollen lips.
Belle couldn’t take much more. While still sucking, she scraped her teeth, gentle as could be, up the length of him. Mitch stiffened and grabbed her hips. She did it again. His fingers tightened, then proving those rock-hard biceps were well-deserved, he lifted and flipped her around so she faced him.
He reached up and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her mouth down to meet his. Wet, sliding, open-mouth kisses added to the intense, needy ache in her belly. While driving her crazy, Mitch reached over to pull his jeans to him and grabbed a condom out of his pocket.
Releasing her mouth, he let his head fall back to the carpet and handed her the foil packet. “Ride me,” he demanded.
In quick moves made jerky by impatience and need, she sheathed his straining erection in the ribbed-for-her-pleasure condom and rose to her knees.
One leg on either side of his hips, she locked eyes with Mitch. Excruciatingly slowly, she lowered herself one delicious inch at a time on his rock-hard cock until she’d taken all of him inside her.
With a shuddering moan, she ran her hands up the sides of her body, her skin so sensitized the barely there move made her want to scream with pleasure. She slid her hands over her breasts and up her throat, then speared them through her hair. Lifting her arms overhead, she gave silent thanks for the delicious treat she was about to enjoy.
Then she set out to pleasure the hell out of herself. Riding him, slowly at first and with ever-increasing strokes, she let the tension build. Tighter, deeper, need coiled low in her belly. Belle’s gaze stayed locked on Mitch’s, watching his eyes to gauge his pleasure. Fingers meshed as they held hands, their focus completely, totally on the sensations building in both of them as Belle rode him.
Her climax just a breath away, her body started to shake as she tried to hold off. She needed to see him come first. Had to know she could give him as much pleasure as he gave her. With that in mind, trying as hard as she could to hold off the pounding orgasmic waves, she swirled her hips, adding a deep undulating move to each thrust.
Mitch’s eyes went dark, then closed for a second as he fought for control. Belle’s breath hitched and she did it again. He hissed, his gaze meeting hers once more.
She licked her lips and, their hands still entwined, raised one of his to scrape her teeth along his knuckles, to run her tongue over his palm.
Mitch exploded. His guttural cry of pleasure set hers free. Belle felt the power of his climax, her own body shuddered with wave after wave of the most incredible sensations.
Panting, she dropped onto his chest. Mitch’s arms wrapped around her in a hug that was more emotional than sexual and brought tears to Belle’s eyes. Just orgasm overload, she assured herself as she struggled to catch her breath.
“Now aren’t you sorry you didn’t take me up on my offer earlier?” she teased, trying to lighten the mood.
“Better late than never,” he said with a laugh, his own breath sounding labored. “And keep in mind, I only get better with age.”
Didn’t that image simply boggle the mind? Belle shifted her legs so they lay alongside Mitch and hummed at the mini-climax she felt at the move.
“Tell you what, gorgeous. If you only improve with age, you’re going to be off the charts by the time you’re forty.”
Mitch snickered but Belle fell silent, realizing she wouldn’t know. She’d be nowhere around in eight years when Mitch hit that milestone. Some other woman would likely be reaping the rewards of his age-improved sexual games. But not Belle. She’d thrown away—or rather, run away from—the right to know.
The idea made her miserable. Her stomach pitched and her eyes filled. Blaming it on emotional overload brought on by four orgasms in a row, Belle sniffed and rolled away to hide her tears. What now? Did she pat him on the ass, hand him his jeans and get back to business? It sounded so cold when all she wanted was to curl up in his arms and be held.
“Getting that good takes a lot of practice,” Mitch mused, wrapping his arms around her from behind and tugging her back against his hot, naked body. “I have a few ideas I’ve wanted to try out on you, with you.”
The painful tension eased from Belle’s body, only to be replaced by tension of the sexual kind. Much happier with horny over weepy, she turned in Mitch’s arms and grinned. “Do tell. I’m always intrigued by self-improvement programs.”
He laughed and in a single move stood and scooped her up in his arms. Belle linked her hands behind his head and cuddled, a soft glow of joy settling in her chest.
“We need a mattress for what I have in mind,” he told her, heading for the bedroom. “Something soft and comfortable, since next time I want you on the bottom.”
“Sounds prosaic,” she teased as he dropped her on the bed.
“Prosaic, my ass,” he growled, kneeling at the bottom of the bed to take hold of her foot, still shod in her strappy sandal. A few quick flicks of his fingers and he’d unstrapped first one, then the other. Sliding his hands up her body in a way that left yummy tingles, he reached her mouth and planted a quick, hard kiss on her lips.
Before Belle could respond, he rolled away and shot a swift glance around the room. Her open closet apparently offered exactly what he was looking for, because he leaped from the bed and grabbed two belts and a silk scarf.
Belle’s jaw dropped when he grabbed her wrist and, using a soft suede belt, tied it to the headboard.
“You’re kidding,” she breathed, scared, intrigued and totally turned on, all at the same time.
He didn’t answer, instead holding out his hand and waiting. With a silent gulp, her breath coming a little faster as her body heated, Belle put the fingers of her free hand into his. Mitch tied it to the headboard as well, then lay on the bed next to her.
His gaze moved over her captive body like a caress. Her nipples peaked at his look, damp heat pooling between her legs. He stared for so long, she started to squirm.
Meeting her gaze, Mitch’s eyes were hot and intense, filled with sexual promises. Belle pressed her lips together to keep from whimpering.
“I’ve wanted to tie you up for what feels like forever,” he said softly. “Keep you here, at my mercy where you can’t run or hide. Now that I have you, I’m going to touch you, kiss you, taste you.” He ran the length of silk fabric between his fingers, then trailed it along her hip, over her quivering belly, and draped it gently over her aching breasts. “I’m going to use my tongue and my fingers. I’m going to drive you crazy.”
Then he shifted, pulling the fabric from her breasts so the silky texture teased her nipples. Belle gasped and pressed her thighs together to ease the building pressure.
“And I’m going to do it all while you’re blindfolded,” he told her. Belle’s gasp was lost in his mouth as he kissed her senseless while wrapping the jade-green silk over her eyes and tying it gently behind her head.
Belle planted her bare feet on the mattress, raising her pelvis in supplication. Mitch moved so he was between her widespread legs, his hard dick brushing against her aching center, but not relieving any tension, not entering her. She felt him lean forward, the mattress dipping on either side of her as he supported himself.
Holding her breath, she waited. Damp and hot, his tongue licked one nipple, then the other. A gentle gust of air teased the already hard peaks into aching stiffness. Belle couldn’t hold back her whimper now. She needed something, anything.
“Do me,” she begged.
“My way.”
His way was killing her.
Still keeping that delicious pressure against her *, he shifted. His hands cupped her breasts, pressing them together, his thumbs working her nipples as his mouth worked them in turn. Sucking, nibbling, licking. Teeth and tongue, just rough enough to make her crazy with need.
Oh, man. She was going to come before he even reached her aching center. She just knew it. And, she realized as the orgasm exploded behind her eyes, she just loved it.
Later, much, much later, wrapped in plush towels warmed by the heated towel bar, Belle and Mitch fell to her bed in a state of exhausted pleasure. Her eyelids drooping, she glanced at the clock and yawned. Five hours ago, they’d stopped off here so she could change her clothes for the tour.
And now she was floating on a cloud of sensual satisfaction like nothing she’d ever felt before. A tiny frown, all she had the energy for, creased her brow. If she hadn’t messed up, she could have been floating like this for years. At least a few, she told herself, knowing the trophy-bride role wouldn’t have worked for long.
Her thoughts ran like a snag in a favorite sweater, irritating and ugly, ruining her mood. If she’d been a trophy then, what was she now? Why was Mitch with her? Sudden lust? Tension seeped down her spine. What if she fell for him again? It’d hurt badly enough before, when she’d known it was only infatuation. What if this time, now that they’d had the incredible sex and she was able to deal with him on a one-on-one adult level, she really fell hard? What if he broke her heart?
Panic tightened the muscles across her back, her breath starting to hitch.
Mitch’s hand curved around her waist, pulling her closer. His warm breath on her back was all it took to melt the icy fear. Determined not to ruin what had been the best sex of her life, she shoved her fears aside and let her mind empty.
“We missed exploring the grounds,” she murmured sleepily.
Ever the gentleman, Mitch tugged the blankets over them before curling up behind her and draping one arm around her waist.
“Tomorrow,” he said, his voice sounding as worn-out as she felt.
Tomorrow. They had tomorrow. Belle drifted off to sleep, the satisfied smile on her face due more to that promise than the fact that she’d just had the most incredible sex of her life.