Her consternation was quickly replaced with excited curiosity as she complied with his order almost immediately. They both had their eyes on his cock when he climaxed, spewing his wad on her full breasts. Mitch shuddered through the onslaught of pleasure, but maintained enough control to smile at Hannah as the final tremors of his release wound down. With one finger, he scooped up a drop of cum and held it to her lips, his eyes on hers. “Taste me,” he demanded hoarsely.
Hannah could do nothing but comply, poking her tongue out and licking his finger. His taste was salty, not pleasant but nothing totally awful either. From the look on his face, she had pleased him greatly, and that, she was discovering, was as big a turn on as Anna said it would be.
“I did good,” she stated, smiling confidently.
“You did fucking great.” Ignoring her automatic frown of censure, he asked her, “Do you want this to continue between us, Hannah?”
“Yes,” she answered unequivocally. She had no doubts about her desire to continue to have sex with Mitch, only with the moral inner battle she was constantly waging. But he didn’t need to know that.
“Then from now on, sex between us will be on my terms or not at all. Agreed?” Desperation was making him give her that ultimatum. He couldn’t continue with her and suppress his own needs. He would rather they stopped now and remain friends than continue for a few more weeks and part under harsh accusations and misunderstandings.
Hannah’s heartbeat picked up speed and her palms grew clammy. With her pursuing him, she had remained in control of their relationship. It could go as far as she wanted or not at all. But she couldn’t deny the relief sweeping through her at the thought of him taking over, calling the shots, leaving nothing for her to worry about except pleasing him and getting pleasured in return. Putting the decision making in his hands meant no more pacing in indecision while struggling to bolster her courage enough to approach him.
She struggled for a moment with the moral dilemma this presented for her. She cared about Mitch, liked him a lot, but she didn’t love him. Then again, she had done everything right the first time around; fell in love, married then had sex and had come away with a bruised heart and a sorely lacking education.
“Hannah,” Mitch said as he sensed where her struggle was coming from, “your roots are a part of you, what shaped you into the admirable woman you are. I respect that. I promise you, if I suggest or do anything you’re unsure of, for whatever reason, all you’ll have to do is tell me.”
“Then I agree,” she told him quickly before she thought his proposal to death and he withdrew his offer, his reassurances helping her make her decision.
“Then we’ll start now by getting you more comfortable with your own body.” Standing, Mitch held his hand out to her and drew her up against him. Her damp, come smeared breasts flattened against his chest as he kissed her and had his cock hardening again, but he still asked himself what the hell was he thinking? He wanted, needed, a woman who didn’t shrink from his sexual demands, not the wholesome, pure girl next door.
But it was the contrast between that shy wholesomeness and her brazen determination to meet challenges head on that appealed to him so much. As he led her upstairs, mentally mapping out the scene he planned, he could only pray he wasn’t making a huge mistake.
Chapter Seven
Hannah’s eyes were glued to Mitch’s taut buttocks as she followed him upstairs, the decadent feel of her exposed, semen streaked breasts swaying, kept her mind shuttered against questioning the moral repercussions of agreeing to an affair. She flat out refused to believe being with Mitch was immoral, that the feelings and sensations he gifted her with could be deemed wrong in some eyes when they made her feel so right. Her body was practically humming with arousal and he had yet to touch her intimately. As they entered his bedroom, she barely took note of the large, masculine furniture or the French doors that appeared to lead out to a small upper balcony that overlooked his back yard.
Despite the rapid heartbeat of excitement as well as trepidation in her chest, knowing she didn’t have to do anything but follow his lead made her more relaxed than she had been the two times he had been in her bed. When he turned those dark, intense eyes on her, saw the heated lust flare in them when he gazed blatantly upon her breasts, her hand tightened around his as she shook inside with barely suppressed desire.
Mitch raised his eyes to her flushed face and noted the need as well as the uncertainty in her eyes. “Strip,” he ordered her quickly before he could second guess himself.
Hannah stood stunned for a split second, watching him as he turned and opened his closet door to reveal a tall mirror on the other side. When he turned back around and raised a dark brow and crossed his arms over his chest at seeing her standing there, putting the decision whether to continue by obeying him or stopping this now, she felt her tension ease enough to unbutton her skirt and step out of it. Conscious of his eyes on her, she laid it on a stuffed armchair before slipping off her blouse and bra. As she stood before him in nothing but a pair of plain white panties, white socks and sneakers in the semi-dark room, the sound of rain beating against the windows, she felt self-conscious about her attire for the first time. Why did she ever think she could compete with the women he must have known, women who would undress and look sexy standing before him in fancy underwear and heels? Whatever made her think he would want someone as plain as her?
Watching her closely, Mitch strode across the room the minute he saw her face blanch in mortification. Cupping her face, he demanded, “Talk to me, Hannah. Whatever it is, we’ll work it out, or try to.”
He was so close her nipples brushed his chest, his springy curls tickling them into harder pinpoints, his eyes holding her captive as surely as his calloused hands held her face so she couldn’t look away. “I’m not what you’re used to, am I? I mean, the women you’ve known…they probably wore sexy under things that men like, right?”
“Are you under the misconception that clothes make a person? Do you really think that I care whether your panties are white cotton or red satin?” Sliding his right hand down her neck to cup her full breast and tease her nipple with his thumb, he said hoarsely, “When I see you, Hannah, dressed or undressed, I see a beautiful woman with a soft heart and a will of iron. A woman I admire on every level and one that can do this to me,” taking her hand, he wrapped it around his jutting cock, “by just asking me if I want to have sex with her or bravely telling me she’s ready to give me a blowjob. The only thing you need to be concerned about is pleasing me by doing exactly as I tell you.” Releasing her, Mitch stepped back, struggling with the unaccustomed desperation filling him. He was taken completely off guard by how much he wanted this to work, how badly he ached to see Hannah submit to him, which made him harden himself to accept her withdrawal.
From the look of implacable resolve on his face and the way he once again crossed his arms and simply watched her, waiting for her to decide whether to accept his terms or end their relationship now, Hannah knew he wasn’t going to say or do anything else to help her make this decision. What decided her was the way her palm itched to hold his silky hard penis again, her nipple throbbed with the need to feel his thumb rubbing over it and the way her sheath swelled and dampened in preparation for his possession without him touching her there.
All misgivings withstanding, she wanted him again, any way she could have him. Toeing off her shoes, she slid her panties down, pulling her socks off with them before straightening. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait before he pulled her roughly into his arms, kissed her with demanding urgency that made her toes curl then lifted her up on his bed.
“Scoot into the
middle, kneel and face the mirror,” Mitch instructed before settling behind her on his knees and heels between hers. Pulling her hips down until she was sitting on his thighs, he reached around her to cup her soft, full breasts in his hands. “Look in the mirror, sweetheart. Do you see how beautiful you look with my come staining your soft skin, my hands enjoying your even softer flesh?”
Hannah struggled desperately not to blush and managed to get away with just turning slightly pink, about the same shade as her nipples she noted. Mitch’s dark hands kneading her much paler breasts was an erotic sight, a huge turn on, and being surrounded by his much bigger, much harder body helped her relax. The feel of his hair roughened, rock hard thighs under her buttocks made her want to squirm, but the tight band of his equally muscled hard arms effectively kept her still.
“Hannah, answer me,” Mitch growled in her ear, refusing to let her remain silent.
Hannah jerked at his rough command, not realizing he expected an answer. “Sorry. If you think I look pretty…”
“No, I think you’re beautiful, inside and out, but right now? You’re stunning. Watch how your nipples respond so quickly to my touch.” Wanting her to see what he does, he rolled her tender nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and when her eyes got that glazed, lust filled look in them, he tested her boundaries by pinching them lightly.
Hannah was enjoying the pleasurable zing he wrought in her nipples, a sensation that spread straight down to her core, when that euphoric feeling was interrupted by a startling but minor flash of pain. Gasping, she automatically covered his hands with hers intending to push his away, but instead he quickly turned the tables on her and replaced his hands with her own.
“There. If that pinch bothered you, make yourself feel better.”