by Cathryn Fox
He stood, pulled off his jacket, and began loosening his tie. “I believe I did.” His voice came out rusty, labored. “And I never break my promises.”
He tore off his shirt and tossed it aside. Nipples tingling in awareness, Sara watched him undress. The pleasure was most exquisite. When she caught the intensity in his gaze, an erotic whimper bubbled in the depths of her throat. Chaos erupted inside her. Her body grew tight and needy while her breathing grew shallow.
This was way better than any fantasy she’d ever had.
His eyes locked on hers. “Only one problem.”
Sara didn’t miss the mischief dancing in his eyes. “Oh yeah?” she asked as flames surged through her. “What’s that?”
Mitch made short work of his clothes. Sara gulped air as she took in his wide chest, corded abdominal muscles, and rock-hard cock. Hot pleasure shot through her, and at that moment, she was sure, no matter how many times he fucked her, nothing would ever satiate her cravings for him.
“I can’t swim.”
She shook her head as her pussy throbbed for him. “That’s not good, Mitch.”
“Nope, not good at all.”
She lifted herself from the water, just far enough to entice him with her rosy red nipples. “I guess you’d better stay out of the deep end, then.”
His glance went to her breasts. His sensual eyes studied her. He swiped his tongue over his lips. “But you’re in the deep end, Sara, and there are things I need to do to you.”
And there were things she needed to do to him.
Playing along, she tapped her chin, as though mulling things over. “Well…”
“Well, what?”
“You could try swimming, and if you take in water, I could always resuscitate you.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Mitch dove in. He came up right in front of her. Strong arms circled her waist and pulled her under with him. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her mouth went to his. They stayed down for a long time, touching, stroking, and trading deep, heated kisses.
A moment later they both resurfaced, breathless. Sara brushed her hair from her face and then splashed him with water. “Hey, I thought you said you couldn’t swim.”
His killer smile curled her toes. “I lied,” he admitted. “I just wanted a little mouth to mouth.”
Her hand sheathed his magnificent cock. “I have a better idea, Mitch.”
His eyes lit, intrigued. “Yeah?”
“How about a little mouth to cock?”
He growled, low in his throat. With that she pushed away and swam to the shallow end, Mitch following right behind her.
She took a seat on the stairs and gestured with a nod for him to sit beside her. As soon as he did, she went down on her knees and positioned herself in front of him. Her fingers closing around his engorged cock, she took great pleasure in his length and girth. She stroked him, reveling in his warm texture and masculine scent.
With her whole body quivering in delight, she leaned forward. Her tongue snaked out, and with a light, barely there touch, she caressed his wet tip.
Mitch growled and touched her cheek. His legs tightened around her hips and prevented her from moving. She tipped her head and met with eyes so dark and so full of desire her pussy swelled, begging to be filled. But she wanted to taste him first, wanted to put her mouth on every inch of his skin.
“I want you to fuck my mouth,” she said boldly.
“Jesus, Sara,” he murmured.
Emotions ambushed her at the sound of his deep, sexy tenor. She really hadn’t anticipated that she’d fall so hard for him when this all began, but Mitch was sexy, funny and giving, so very different from any other man she’d ever met.
She turned her attention back to his arousal and let out a slow breath. When her breath fanned his cock, it pulsed in response. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her mouth and drew in air, as though centering himself. His eyes clouded.
“I want you so much, babe, I’m aching,” he said.
Sara could feel the passion and raw hunger rising in him, and there was nothing she wanted more than to answer the demands pulling at his body. She pressed her lips to his for a deep kiss. A moment later she abandoned his mouth and moved her lips to his neck, and his chest and then down lower. Pleasure raced through her when she felt the way his body reacted.
She sank lower into the water and glanced at his gorgeous cock. “Actually, you’re throbbing.”
His edgy chuckle curled around her as she inclined her head and fed his cock into her mouth.
“Sweet Mother of God,” he whispered under his breath, the pleasure in his voice exciting her. His fingers raked through her hair, his hands following the motion of her head, up and down, up and down.
Sara moaned and slipped her hand lower to cup and massage his balls. She inhaled his heady scent, noting the way it aroused all her senses. She stroked her tongue down the length of him and kissed him deeply. His whole body trembled in response to her seduction.
He threw his head back and groaned. “That feels so fucking good.” His hips pitched forward, driving his cock deeper down her throat.
She arched into him, her body beckoning his touch. As though in tune with her every emotion, her every desire, Mitch reached down and closed his hands over her breasts, kneading them, pinching her nipples until she gasped in heavenly bliss.
With much greed she laved the soft folds underneath his crown and lapped at the juices pearling on his tip. She teased and caressed his erection, taking time to savor every delectable inch.
Moaning and purring with pent-up need, she began moving restlessly, her internal temperature igniting to a boil.
She spent a long time between his legs, working her tongue over his cock, raining kisses over his length, licking, sucking, and nibbling until she could feel his veins fill with heated blood. He brushed her hair from her face, watching the way she took him into her mouth.
Mitch’s muscles bunched and his cock tightened with the tension of an approaching orgasm. Every nerve in Sara’s body came alive, heat flamed through her, her pussy lubricated in preparation.
“Mmmmm…” Sara moaned, working her hands and tongue over his cock at the same time, urging him on.
His breath came in a ragged burst. “I’m going to come, babe,” he growled. He gripped her head, and tried to ease her back.
She refused to budge, needing to taste his juice. “I want to taste you,” she murmured from deep between his legs. “Come in my mouth.”
She heard him groan low in his throat and knew the pressure brewing deep in his groin had come to a peak. Sara flicked her tongue over his slit while her hands stroked over his cock, drawing out his orgasm.
Hands fisting her hair, he began rocking, pressing against her, and she knew his explosion was only a stroke away.
“Come for me, Mitch.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt a tremor rip through him. He came, fast and hard, sending his liquid heat down her throat. She swallowed every delicious drop. Once he stopped trembling, Sara eased back on her heels to look up at him.
Gorgeous blue eyes met hers. A deep, contented sigh curved his handsome face. He reached out and cupped her chin, stroking her with the utmost care. His hand slid lower to grip her elbow. “Come here, babe.” His voice was so tender and soft it filled her with longing and stirred all her emotions.
Sara slid up his body until her mouth hovered near his. When he drew her close and cradled her in his arms, her heart twisted.
“That was amazing, Sara.”
She grinned. “My pleasure.” He held her tighter, their slick bodies melding together. After a long moment of just holding each other, Sara inched back. “Mitch?”
“Hmmm…”
“I still owe you a secret.”
“What?” he asked, his voice deep, drowsy.
“Last night I promised you a secret. I’m ready to tell you now.”
His eyes perked up. “I’m listening.”
When Sara
stood, water dripped from her body, gaining Mitch’s attention. She reached a hand out to him. “Why don’t you come with me, and I’ll show you instead?”
He nodded and was on his feet in seconds. He grabbed their pile of clothes and came up beside her. When the cool night air brushed against her skin, Mitch scooped up their towels, wrapping one tight around her body. Shielding her from the cold, he pulled her in closer, using his body to warm hers. That small gesture had her feeling all warm and wonderful inside.
Relinquishing his hand, Sara unlocked the pool house door and entered. Mitch followed her. Once inside she turned to him. Strong arms snaked around her waist, gripping her hips, positioning her pelvis next to his.
“Tell me your secret,” he commanded in a soft voice, his fingers going to the knot in her towel.
She met his gaze, her mind racing with wild and wicked ideas. Her body trembled with the urgent need to answer the incessant ache between her legs.
“It’s more of a confession than a secret.”
His brow arched. “Go on,” he urged.
She shivered as the towel slid down her body and fell to the floor. The shiver had more to do with the man standing in front of her than it did with being cold.
Mitch pulled her tighter. She melted against him as her flesh absorbed the heat radiating off his body. She gestured with a nod toward the sexy toys she’d purchased at a boutique earlier that day. “Well, I’ve never been tied up and spanked. And I’d really like to try it.” She touched his chest with her index finger. “With you.”
His eyes darkened. His throat worked as he swallowed. His whole body broke into a sweat. “That’s some confession, Sara.”
She trailed her fingers over his chest. His skin burned beneath her fingertips. “Last night you fulfilled my fantasy. Tonight I’d like to fulfill yours.”
He drew in air, then slipped his hand down her back to cradle her ass. “And you think my fantasy is to tie you up and spank you?”
She nodded eagerly. “You mentioned something about that last night.”
His chest heaved. He inclined his head, his expression tender and perplexed. “And you’d do that for me, Sara?” He pulled her impossibly closer. As his cock brushed against her inner thighs, her pussy flooded with heat.
She bit down on her lower lip and could feel her body grow hot beneath his touch. “Yes, but I have to admit, I’d probably really like it, too.”
Something in his face softened. Sara saw warmth fill his eyes. His hands went to her cheeks, where he caressed her with the backs of his fingers. She became pliable in his arms.
Mitch cleared his throat before speaking. “Sara, maybe we’ll fulfill that fantasy later. Right now this is what I want.” His hands circled her waist and splayed over the small of her back. His mouth closed over hers for a deep, soul-stirring kiss. So deep and soul-stirring in fact, it nearly brought her to her knees.
Their bodies pressed together, his hands began moving, tracing the pattern of her curves gently, lovingly. His mouth went to her neck.
“I want you, babe.” Urgent need colored his voice.
“I want you, too, Mitch.” She coiled her arms around his shoulders and held on, never wanting to let him go.
One long finger slipped between her thighs. She widened her legs in invitation. His finger rubbed her inflamed clit, then parted her damp pink lips. She began panting, her hips rocking forward. Mitch pressed his finger inside her pussy, priming her for his thickness.
His breath rushed over her face, and she sensed he was hovering near the edge right along with her. “I don’t have any condoms on me, Sara, and I need to be inside you.” She felt a tremor race through his body. He hastily raked his fingers through his hair. “I really, really need to be inside you.” His strangled voice shook as he spoke.
She gyrated against him, needing to assuage the deep ache in her core. She put her mouth close to his and framed his face with her hands. “I stashed some in here earlier today.”
Perspiration dotting his forehead, Mitch scooped her body in his arms and deposited her on the fully inflated pool lounger.
“Where are they?”
The intensity in his eyes was almost frightening to her. Sara reached behind the chair and pulled one out. Mitch took it, ripped the package open, and quickly sheathed himself. Once complete, he climbed over her, his cock centered between her closed legs.
Unbridled desire burned in his eyes. “Open for me, Sara.” His voice was rough with emotion.
She widened her legs as he requested, granting him better access. Her skin came alive. Their breath mingling, his mouth came down on hers. Soft lips played over hers, and tongues joined in a mating dance.
Sara whimpered and moved restlessly beneath him, aching and hungering for him in ways that shocked her. Without his lips ever leaving hers, Mitch’s hand dipped between their bodies, circled her clit and prepared her for his entrance.
He inched back, blue eyes smoldering with need when they met hers. Heat flamed through her and boiled her blood. Gentle fingers brushed her hair from her forehead. She loved the way he touched her in such a familiar way. Her heart slammed in her chest. She was amazed at how easily she’d lost herself in his touch.
His breath was coming in ragged bursts, and his voice thinned to a whisper. “I love how wet you get for me.” The tip of his cock breached her opening. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his back, forcing him in deeper. His earthy scent closed over her and she thought she’d go mad with desire.
“Please, Mitch,” she begged, threading her fingers through his hair.
There was such tenderness in his gaze when his eyes locked on hers. “Please what?”
Desperation to feel him inside her fueled her on. She touched his cheek. “I need all of you inside me.”
With that, he offered her his entire length. She let out a little gasp as his girth pushed open the tight walls of her pussy. Her heart increased its tempo and a shudder raced through her.
They were joined as one, and Mitch began moving, rocking his hips slowly. The sweet friction took her places she’d never been before, filling her with need, with longing.
Together they established a rhythm, meeting and welcoming every push, each giving and taking at the same time.
She pressed her breasts pressed against his chest and moved beneath him. Heat poured from his body to hers, back to his again. Moaning deep in his throat, Mitch cradled her in his arms, his cock stroking the spot that needed it most, bringing her to the edge in record time. The man certainly had a talent for knowing just how she liked it, just what she needed.
Even though their lovemaking was softer, slower, deeper, and far more tender than last time, it didn’t mean it was any less powerful. In fact, it was so raw, so powerful, and so intimate it sent a riot of emotions coursing through her.
Eyes full of want, he shot her a tender look of intimacy. Her throat clogged, her insides turned to mush.
“You feel so good,” he whispered.
Her thoughts scattered. All she knew was she never wanted this to end. She wanted to keep him inside her forever, but the pressure building in her body became too much to bear. Her tongue found the warmth of his mouth again. He kissed her with such passion, it left her gulping for her very next breath.
Her pussy muscles quaked and gripped him hard. A growl crawled out of his throat as her tension mounted. Concentrating on the tiny points of pleasure, she gripped his backside, following his motion with her hands, urging him on.
The world around her went fuzzy. Her entire body burned from the inside out. “Harder, Mitch,” she cried out as a powerful orgasm rolled through her.
Mitch began panting, picking up the tempo, driving her to the moon and back over and over, giving her body what it needed to bring her to the peak and keep her there. As her muscles quaked and quivered in erotic delight, she felt his cock clench and throb and knew his orgasm was fast approaching.
He tangled his fingers through her hair. Moisture sealed t
heir bodies together. “Sara…” He called out her name and stilled as his own orgasm tore through him. Balancing his weight on his arms, Mitch lay on top of her with his chest rising and falling in an erratic pattern. His lips closed over hers for a soft, tender kiss. Everything in her reached out to him. He stayed inside her for a long time, until his cock grew flaccid and slipped out.
Mitch inched back and discarded his condom. He rolled to his side and tugged her along with him. When their eyes met, it triggered a craving she couldn’t sate.
He angled his head, his gaze going to the sexy toys she’d purchased. “So I take it you had this seduction planned all along.” She could hear the pleasure in his voice.
“I think we already established that I’m a wild, wanton woman, Mitch.”
“Who wants to be tied up and spanked,” he added, humor edging his voice.
Chuckling softly, she asked, “Are you making fun of me?”
“Hell no. I just never met a woman as open and uninhibited as you. And it’s not every day a woman asks me to tie her up and spank her.” He dropped a kiss onto her mouth.
“Not every day?” she asked.
A slow lazy grin tugged at his lips. “Nope. More like every second day.”
Sara laughed and swatted him, loving the easy playful intimacy between them.
“There you go again, hitting me. Keep it up and I’ll just have to punish you,” he said, humor in his voice.
She batted her lashes, playing along. “That’s what I’m counting on.” When he chuckled, Sara snuggled tighter into his arms. Mitch laced his fingers through hers. It felt so good to be held by him.
Eyes heavy, and feeling drained, she was overtaken by fatigue. She rested her head against his chest and listened to his heart pound against his ribcage. They remained quiet for a long time, both lost in their thoughts.
Mitch broke the silence. “When do you go back?”
“A week and a half.”
“Back to writing cow-tipping stories.”
She shrugged. “I guess.”
“Have you ever thought about staying in Chicago and finding a job here?”
“About a million times an hour.” She tipped her head to look at him.
