She pressed close, her mouth hovering over mine.
“Mitch,” she breathed out. “I want my Mitch.”
“Done,” I growled, yanking her face to mine and kissing her with utter abandon. She was sweet under my tongue—toffee and Mandy, the very best combination. She moaned low in her throat as I ran my fingers up her sides, cupping her breasts.
I dragged my mouth across her cheek, down her neck, swirling and tasting her skin, smiling at the shivers racing down her spine.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered into her ear.
“For wh—”
I hooked my fingers into the neckline of her blouse and yanked. The material gave away easily under my fists, exposing her pretty lingerie. Ivory lace, satin ribbons, and pink bows made me groan.
“It’s amazing I get any work done, wondering what you have on under your clothes.”
“I liked that blouse!” she gasped.
“I’ll buy you another one.” One flick of my wrist and her breasts spilled into my hands. I licked and sucked on her buds until they were hard and wet, and her breathing fast. I slid my hands along the backs of her thighs, pushing up her skirt. “What are you hiding here, Mandy? More lace? More satin?”
She arched her eyebrow, teasing and pleased with herself. I soon discovered why.
All my fingers encountered was skin. Soft, silky skin.
“Jesus. You’ve been bare. All fuc
king day, you’ve been bare.”
She moaned as I delved between her legs, finding her slick and ready.
“Does someone want to be fucked?” I licked at the shell of her ear. “Tell me.”
Her nimble fingers pulled at my belt, yanked on my zipper, and tugged on my pants. “Hips up,” she instructed, her voice quivering with need.
I lifted my hips, and in seconds, my pants were at my ankles, my erection between us, hard and straining.
She braced herself on the cushion behind my head, the action pushing her breast right into my mouth. I groaned around her nipple as she sank down on me, inch by inch until she was full. Until we were flush. Then she leaned back, the action taking me deeper.
“Mandy,” I moaned, the feeling intense.
She grasped my chin, her eyes wild. “Yes, Mitch. The answer is yes. I want to be fucked.”
I grasped her hips and bucked. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she gripped my shoulders. “More.”
I gave her more. I gave her all I had. Thrusting. Straining. Pounding into her. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and my back grew damp. With a curse, I stood, still inside her, and laid her on the sofa, bracing myself above her. I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, smiling as she gasped at the angle and how deep I was seated inside. I took her hard, mindless of anything but the pleasure being inside her gave me. I grunted. Groaned. Panted. Snarled in passion. Whispered in adoration. She mewled and whimpered, her voice keening my name.
“Give it to me, Mandy. Come for me,” I begged, feeling my balls begin to tighten and the ecstasy wind itself around my spine.
She stiffened, her pussy contracting around me, hot, wet, taking all I had. My orgasm hit me, obliterating everything in its path. I shouted, cursed, and shook. Then collapsed, mindless, my legs no longer able to hold me up.
I pulled Mandy closer, kissing her forehead. After I had recovered, I moved us both onto the sofa, wrapping us in the cashmere blanket, still too lazy to move very far.
“You know, when I looked at this place, I asked you something.”
“Hmm,” she agreed, sleepy and sated. “You hinted at a blow job, then asked me to move in with you.”
I chuckled at her memory. “I settled for that, but I wanted something else.”
She lifted her head with a frown.