by BJ Wane
It was her soft moan that made Mitch pull away and the dazed, pleading look in her compelling eyes that had him saying, “Do you still want to go upstairs? Think carefully before you answer.”
“Yes, please, Mitch.”
Her answer, coming so swiftly, so sure, so damn politely was his undoing. Knowing she wasn’t cut out for a one night stand, even though he had to admire the guts it took for someone with her upbringing to initiate the encounter, wasn’t enough to dissuade him. He had no idea what kind of sex life she had with her husband, but he suspected it was limited to the missionary position, her climaxes small pops of pleasure rather than the earth moving explosions of ecstasy she was capable of. Telling himself he could hold back his more dominate tendencies for one fuck, that he was more than capable of giving her a taste of the forbidden she was obviously craving without scaring her off as well as one or two of those explosive orgasms without restraining her, or spanking her, or placing her in a position where she had no control, could only accept, and enjoy the pleasure he was heaping upon her, he nodded his head. Her look of relief twisted his heart, her need so palpable he wondered how she waited so long before taking this step.
“Go upstairs, sweetheart. It’ll take me just a few minutes to finish this and then I’ll join you. Are you in the east guest room? The pretty blue and white one?”
“Yes. I’ll….I’ll just go get ready then,” Hannah said, practically running out of the kitchen when he removed his arm and turned her loose.
He gave her ten minutes then headed upstairs. The upstairs hallway would be dark if it wasn’t for the skylight Mary had him install, and the late afternoon sun put splotches of light along the dark green carpet. He took pride in his handiwork, the way his suggestion to replace the dark wallpaper with a coat of ecru paint brightened the space and the way the polished gleam of the dark wood trim complimented the pale walls and dark carpeting. As he walked towards the guest bedroom, Mitch tried to recall the last time he had sex in a woman’s bedroom, or any bedroom for that matter, but couldn’t. He has been taking the easy way out for so long, pairing up with a willing woman at the club who knew what he wanted and was more than willing to indulge him that he felt almost as uncertain about going through with this as Hannah looked when he stepped into the guestroom.
No lights were on and he saw she had closed the shades on both windows, leaving the room in semi-darkness. The meager light coming in from the hall, however was enough for him to see Hannah sitting up in the wide four-poster wearing a virginal white nightgown, those pale, pale blue eyes riveted on him filled with expectation and uncertainty. Amusement at her prim attire accompanied a surge of lust so swift, so strong it threatened to buckle his knees. Wanting to even the scales and throw her off balance the way she has him, he started unbuttoning his shirt as he moved slowly towards the bed, his eyes never leaving her face as he told her very softly, “I’ll leave the lights off, Hannah, but there’ll be no barriers between us. Lose the gown.”
Hannah found it difficult to swallow past the lump of uncertainty lodged in her throat as Mitch revealed an enticing glimpse of black chest hair, his low, commanding tone sending a shiver through her. She didn’t know if her reaction was one of longing or trepidation, but she did know she wasn’t going to change her mind after coming this far. Scooting under the covers, she slipped her gown off and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Caleb had always been the one to remove her gown before sex, but not until they were comfortable with each other in bed. She felt decadently exposed despite being hidden under the covers and watching Mitch disrobe so casually in front of her, reminded her forcefully of how inexperienced and naïve she was, especially compared to a man as experienced as she suspected he was.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” Mitch murmured with a small grin when Hannah’s face went chalk white at the sight of his cock springing free of the restrictive confines of his denims, his own breath coming out in a whoosh of relief. Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he soothed his irritated flesh with soft strokes, the look of shock crossing Hannah’s face making him ask, “Something wrong?”
“N-no, it’s just that I’ve never seen a man…I mean, my husband never touched himself. It would have been considered disrespectful.” The strict moral code she has lived by was already being tested, and Hannah didn’t know how she felt about it. Right now, her body was overruling her mind, her nipples were so hard they ached and she felt embarrassingly wet between her legs. Of course, she was well aware that was her body preparing for him, but she had never been this ready so soon, and he wasn’t even in bed with her yet.
Mindful of her sensibilities, Mitch released his cock and slid into bed, keeping his eyes on her face despite the urge to check out her body. “We’re not hurting anyone, Hannah. We’re both single, and I don’t believe feeling good, and making someone else feel good, is wrong.” Slipping his hand behind her neck, he drew her to him and kissed her with as much demand as he had in the kitchen, pushing his tongue past her lips to search out her tongue, pausing long enough to nibble on her plump lower lip before resuming his searching foray into the recesses of her mouth.
He groaned when her full, soft breasts flattened against his chest, her softly rounded abdomen cushioning his cock as his free hand grabbed a handful of her right buttock and brought her pelvis up next to his. Her full body shudder had him deepening the kiss and tightening his hands, straining to go slow when he wanted to take, fast and hard.
Hannah jerked when her bare breasts came into contact with his hard pectoral muscles, practically whimpered at the feel of his erection poking her stomach and shuddered with an overwhelming feeling of urgency when his hand on her butt pulled her hips against his. Her misgivings were doused with the full contact of their naked bodies, the moral objections constantly hovering in her mind shoved aside for the sheer pleasure of connecting so intimately with a man again.
Uncertain what to do, she clung to Mitch as he rolled her to her back, her hands slipping when he lowered his head to her breasts and drew one tautly aching bud into his mouth. The feel of his lips suckling had her panting, her hips arching unconsciously towards his as the pleasure zip lined from her nipple to her sheath, the sharp tug of his teeth sending a wave of shocking heat throughout her body, eliciting sensations she never felt before. She whimpered when he kept it up, alternating between softly suckling her with pulling on her nipple with his teeth, biting down just to the point of discomfort before releasing her and running his tongue over the tortured bud, all the while plucking on her left nipple with his fingers. The dual stimulation, alternating with one nipple being treated to a soothing caress while the other a hard pinch between teeth or fingers before switching, threw her into a swirling vortex of pleasure, more than she has ever achieved before. Despite the pleasure, she couldn’t relax, didn’t know what she was supposed to do with her hands, whether he wanted her to touch him or just lay there. Caleb rarely spent more than a few minutes touching her before he was inside her, the whole act usually taking no more than fifteen minutes.
“Relax, Hannah, this is supposed to be fun. You have beautiful breasts,” Mitch rumbled as he moved from her right nipple to her left, rasping his tongue over that puckered bud before looking up at her. “And so fucking responsive I may not last.” He smiled when her eyes widened at his use of the word fuck, then he had to admire the way she struggled against her puritan embarrassment at the crudity. “It’s just a word, and, under certain circumstances, a very effective, appropriate word.”
“Like these circumstances? Is that what we’re going to do?” she asked, loving the way he continued to fondle her breast with his hand while he talked to her, keeping her excitement up. She was teetering on the edge of that elusive feeling she had felt so often before and it felt so good she didn’t want to lose it yet.
“Most definitely, but not yet. I want to spend more time playing with you first. What?” he asked when that little frown appeared between her brows, the one that he’s come to realize meant sh
e was either confused or irritated about something.
“Nothing,” she quickly answered, not wanting to admit how easily he confused her. She thought all men were like her husband, eager to get on with the act and their pleasure.
“Lying is a sin, isn’t it? Answer my question.”
Compelled by that low, commanding tone, she replied reluctantly, “I’m sorry, it’s just that, my husband never spent much time before, well…you know,” she finished lamely. “And I don’t know what you want me to do. I’ve never done this before, Mitch,” she finished defensively.
Her husband sounded like a selfish bastard, but Mitch wisely kept that to himself. For all her shyness and inexperience, Hannah didn’t cower away from the challenges facing her away from all she has known. Luckily for her, he loved a challenge. Taking her hands, he raised them to the headboard, instructing, “All you have to concentrate on is holding onto that slat and not letting go. Can you do that?”
Hannah gripped the smooth, round iron bar, one of three that spanned between the two tall head posts, similar bars connecting the foot posts. Nodding, she tightened her fists and did as he said and concentrated on keeping them there, which, surprisingly, made it easier for her to relax when he lowered his dark head to her breasts again. Within moments he had her body fired up again, her nipples tingling from his mouth and fingers, her core pulsing in tune with their throbbing. Closing her eyes, she sank into the soft bed and let the sensations wash over her, relished the attention he was lavishing on her that was threatening to toss her off a cliff into roiling unknown waters.
She had felt vulnerably exposed with the sheet lowered to her waist, but her eyes flew open in mortifying surprise when he shoved it all the way to the foot of the bed, baring her completely. Her first instinct was to grab for it and cover herself, but Mitch’s sharp dark gaze stopped her from releasing her hold on the bar.
“You don’t want to do that, sweetheart.” Leaning his head on his hand, he gazed down into her flushed face as he ran his hand over and over her breasts, waiting for her to relax again as she got used to being naked in front of him. “There you go,” he murmured with approval when he felt the loosening of her tightly held body. He reluctantly left her breasts and trailed his hand down her waist, bending his head to take one slow swipe over each distended nipple before following his palm, slowly exploring every inch of her soft flesh with his mouth and hand, kneading her round abdomen before he dipped his tongue into her bellybutton. Her soft gasp turned into a squeal when he trailed kisses lower, his hand slipping between her legs as his mouth reached the tight curls shielding her labia. Looking up at her, he noted her knuckles were white from gripping the rail so hard, her face crimson from embarrassment.
“What are you doing?” Hannah cringed at the way her voice came out in a breathless squeak. She was trying desperately not to appear as naïve as she was, but with his face so close to her most private area, it was difficult not to cower away like a frightened virgin.
“Open your legs and I’ll show you,” he said as he attempted to push against her tightly clasped thighs.
“Not until you come back up here. Please.” She couldn’t imagine why he wanted his face where it was, but Hannah wasn’t about to give him an up close and personal look at her sheath. Not only would such close scrutiny be beyond embarrassing, but she was so wet down there she was afraid there might be something wrong with her. “Maybe this w-wasn’t a good idea. M-maybe...”
Mitch rose swiftly, grabbed her face between his hands and held her head still while he stopped her from saying anything else by plundering her mouth. He had been right about her body, he thought as all those plush curves shifted under him. Loose clothing could only disguise so much, and Hannah had a lot to cover. When she sighed into his mouth, her lips moving eagerly under his, her tongue returning his caresses, he slipped one hand back down to her pussy. Before she could tighten up again, he parted her slick folds and slid his middle finger into her wet heat. Her mind was making her say one thing, but her body was definitely on a different page.
Releasing her mouth, he stared into her eyes as he moved his finger in her pussy, gliding provocatively over her swollen clit as he searched for that special spot all women had. Her breath came in small gasps but she didn’t look away from him, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip as she grew wetter and wetter. When her eyes rounded in stunned surprise and her gasp once again turned into a squeak, he knew he found the right spot.
“Yes or no, Hannah?” he asked her harshly as he alternated between pressing on her g-spot with stroking her clit until her hips were arching under his hand and her face was flushed from arousal instead of embarrassment.
“Yes, yes, God, Mitch, what’s happening to me?” Hannah managed to gasp out with a mixture of fear and excitement before the pleasure he was building between her legs exploded with the force of a riptide, drowning her in sensations she never imagined were possible. She barely registered the gyrations of her hips against his hand, barely heard his whispered, “Let go, baby,” over her cries and barely took notice when he shifted over her body. Ecstasy such as she has never known ran like molten lava through her senses, robbing her of cognizant thought and threatening her sanity. She was still trembling with aftershocks, still lost in the sheer bliss of pleasure when he replaced his finger with his latex-covered penis, filling her in one smooth stroke.
“You feel so good, Hannah,” Mitch rasped in her ear. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, so damn hot and wet that I’m not going to last long.”
No man she has ever known would have spoken to her in such a way, but in this moment, Hannah found his words, uttered in that deep, compelling voice while his large, heavy body moved over and inside of her, exciting. “You don’t have to last long, Mitch, I’m used…” His hand over her mouth ended her sentence abruptly and even in the semi-darkness she could make out the angry glitter in his chocolate eyes.
“Little word of warning, sweetheart, men, especially me, do not want to hear about your experience with another man, especially not when I’m balls deep inside of you.” When her frown cleared he removed his hand, his irk disappearing as quickly as it came.
“Oh! I’m sorry, I…Oh God!” The feel of his hand wedging between their bodies, his finger exposing her clitoris so his pummeling shaft rubbed repeatedly against it sent her tumbling back into that huge abyss of pleasure so intense it left no room to feel chastised over her blunder right now.
At the feel of her slick walls rippling around his cock, Mitch slid his right hand behind her neck, holding her head still while he grabbed her left thigh, lifting her leg high and wide, keeping her immobile while he increased his thrusts into a pounding rhythm. Confident she was with him, he kissed her as his own orgasm erupted in a spurt of heated pleasure, her soft moan mingling with his deep groan, the old fashioned squeak of the bed almost making him smile against her mouth.
By the time Mitch roused himself, Hannah was stiffening under him again. Rolling to his side, he saw she still had a white knuckled grip on the headboard. Running his hand down her damp body in a way he hoped was soothing, he teased, “You can let go now, Hannah.”
“No, no I really don’t think I can.” She was afraid if she let go she might find out the last hour was a dream, that the most exquisite, intense pleasure she has ever felt hadn’t been real. As long as she was holding on, doing what Mitch told her to, it had to have been real, didn’t it?
Remnants of the stunned look of disbelief on her face when she climaxed were still shadowed in her wide eyes. Hoping to set her at ease, ever mindful of her inexperience and sensibilities, he said lightly, “I smelled something really good when I came over and it wasn’t coming from under your sink. Am I invited for dinner before you boot me out?”
“Oh, of course! You must be hungry…” Her own stomach took that moment to grumble and the smile that spread across Mitch’s face eased her uncertainty over what to do next.
Hannah wiped her damp brow with the back of her ha
nd before yanking on another stubborn weed. She waited until late afternoon before coming out front to work on cleaning out the gardens along the walk, hoping it would be cooler. Even though she was in the shade, she still felt the ninety degree heat, making her question, not for the first time, why she didn’t trade in her traditional Amish garb for more comfortable clothing. After meeting with her first clients last Tuesday, a newly engaged couple, and seeing their skeptical looks based on her attire, she had intended to do some shopping before today to avoid the weekend crowds, but every time she thought of relinquishing yet another part of her roots, she balked and put off the decision. She was already overwhelmed with mixed emotions about indulging in a one-night stand and how desperately she wanted a repeat performance.
There was a lot about dealing with the modern world that left her feeling inadequate and stupid, but nothing so much as last Sunday night. Not only had she been completely out of her element that evening but this past week she had been left to struggle with the newfound knowledge of all that had been missing from her relations with Caleb. She used to think those small tremors she felt with her husband constituted an orgasm, but now she knew they were just a prelude to the big bang.
It bothered her more than she liked to admit that she hadn’t been able to share such pleasure with Caleb, but even more than that, it hurt her that he hadn’t taken the time or effort to see that she was as pleasured as he had been. He had not been a selfish man, but now that she could look back without grief clouding her vision, she could see he not only put his beliefs ahead of hers, but his needs and desires as well.
