Part 16 (1/2)

”Hey,” he said thickly. ”Is it morning?”

”I don't think so.” Her hand rested on his s.h.i.+rt, just over his heart. She should have felt silly for reaching for him like that, but she didn't. She glanced over at the clock and saw it was just before midnight. With her other hand, she checked her phone and saw that Rose had texted a little while ago, saying their grandmother was doing fine.

She put down the phone, relaxing again.

Mitch.e.l.l glanced down to where her hand was on his chest, and his expression changed, grew softer. ”How are you feeling?” he asked.

She scooted over closer to him, suddenly remembering last night, all of last night, all the ways he'd taken care of her. ”I feel good.”

”Good.” He adjusted to wrap an arm around her as she moved closer.

She stretched up to press a kiss against his jaw. ”Thank you.” Then, feeling far more than she could easily handle, she kissed him again. And again.

He s.h.i.+fted his head so her next kiss landed on his lips, and then he took control of the kiss, cupping the back of her head with one hand and moving his lips against hers hungrily.

He murmured against her mouth, ”You don't have to thank me.”

”This isn't thanking you,” she said, moving over him so her body was pressed fully against his. ”This is because I want to.”

”Oh, good.” Then he kissed her again, sliding his hands down to palm her bottom possessively.

They kissed for a long time, and she reveled in the feel of his big body beneath her, the texture of his skin, the heat that seemed to radiate off of him, the hardness of his growing erection. Eventually, they were rocking together in the motion of lovemaking, and she was so turned on she couldn't stay still.

”Mitch.e.l.l,” she gasped, unable to tear her lips away from his.

”Are you ready?”

”Oh, yeah.”

He rolled them over, moving on top of her and positioning himself between her legs. Then he started to undress her slowly, kissing all the skin he revealed. He spent a lot of time at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s until it was almost torture.

”Okay, Mitch.e.l.l,” she panted, tugging at his hair in an attempt to get him to move on.

He slanted a grin up at her and closed his lips around her nipple, tugging it slightly and making her gasp and arch up.

”Is this some sort of power trip?” she teased. ”Because there's never been any doubt that you're able to turn me on.”

”Is that right?” He rubbed his jaw against the skin between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, the texture of his bristles making her s.h.i.+ver. ”You sure haven't given much evidence of that.”

”What is that supposed to mean? You turn me on all the time.”

”Really?” He lifted his head, as if he were surprised.

She stared at him, bewildered. ”Didn't you know that?”

”I don't know. I do know that I've never had to work so hard at seducing a woman in my life.”

She took a minute to process that, and then her cheeks flushed hotly-although she wasn't sure if she was pleased or embarra.s.sed by this knowledge. ”That's not because I'm not into you. That's because I'm trying to be smart. And careful.”

”Ah.” He was smiling as he lowered his mouth again, flicking her nipple with his tongue before he started trailing kisses down her belly. ”Well, I'm not going to waste my chance here by taking a shortcut. So try to be patient.”

She moaned as desire washed over her, making her squirm her hips as his lips got lower and lower. ”I don't want to be patient.”

”I don't think patience is required only when we want it to be.”

”Jerk.”

He shot her a significant look that made her giggle. Then the giggle turned into a whimper as he nuzzled her intimately.

”Mitch.e.l.l, please,” she begged, as he teased her a little longer. She clenched one hand in the covers and tried desperately to hold her hips still. ”Oh, please.”

He murmured against her arousal as his tongue found her c.l.i.t, rolling it until she was biting her lip to keep from crying out too loudly as an o.r.g.a.s.m tightened inside her.

”Please,” she hissed, just before he sucked hard at her c.l.i.t and she came apart completely, shaking through the spasms of pleasure.

He stroked her gently with his tongue until she'd fully come down. She was gasping out, ”Oh G.o.d,” and ”Thank you,” as he raised himself over her again and kissed her deeply.

She could taste herself in his mouth, and she didn't even care.

Eagerly, she reached down to unfasten his pants, pus.h.i.+ng aside the fabric of his underwear until she was able to free his erection.

She stroked and squeezed him, loving how he jerked and grunted in obvious response.

Then he pulled a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on. His hands were shaking slightly. She noticed it particularly since it seemed a clear sign of how deeply he was affected by their lovemaking.

Just as affected as she was.

With the condom on, he repositioned himself and then guided himself into her slowly. She arched up at the penetration and bent her knees, making room for him in her body.

”You feel so good,” he rasped, his mouth just next to hers. ”Oh, baby, you feel so good.”

”You too.” She clutched at his back, wanting to feel him everywhere, wanting to somehow become a part of him and never come out. ”It's so incredibly good.”

He started to move slowly at first, a leisurely, deep rhythm. She tried to match his motion and not hurry it along, but she felt another o.r.g.a.s.m developing that kept urging her on. When she got too eager and jerked her hips, he moved his hand to her bottom to guide her motion, ensuring they were moving together.

For some reason, being so out of control of their speed made the sensations all the more intense. Soon, Deanna was stifling cries of pleasure and frustration, and waves of sensation were building slowly at her center.

”Can you come, baby?” he asked, his voice tight with effort. He was working hard to not rush things himself, to make sure it was really good for her, and it meant something to her.

”Yeah.” She arched up, fighting again against speeding up their motion, following the guiding of his hand. ”Coming. Soon.”

The whole world was heating up and blurring, and she could barely take a full breath as the pleasure intensified with each thrust. When it finally broke, she couldn't hold back her cry of release, and it was matched by his as he finally let himself go too.

She could feel him shaking through his climax, saw the pleasure wash over his face, and it filled her with as much satisfaction as her own o.r.g.a.s.m.

She held onto him afterwards, feeling his body softening against hers.

This was what she wanted. And she didn't want it to end.