Page 47 of Mitch

His hand stole over the curve of her ass as he twisted, pulling her down to the bed, so she lay beneath his hard body.

“So soft, your skin is like satin.”

The light beside the bed cast a warm glow over his features, the proud angle of his jaw sharp with masculine beauty.

Reaching up, she pulled his mouth down to her own, seeking out his tongue with her own, confidence growing at his soft words.

Mitch took over, his hands stroking her skin, driving her need higher, her skin tingling from every touch.

Mitch pulled back, his eyes on hers. His hand went to the side of her dress, the hiss of the zipper mingling with the sounds of their breathing. His fingertips skimmed her, and she arched into his touch, shifting her legs to ease the ache in her pussy. She felt empty, wanted to feel him inside her.

Her hand stole down his toned stomach to where she could feel his heavy cock against her inner thigh. Wrapping her hand around him, she squeezed, enjoying the heady power as he groaned. Pulling the dress down over her arms as she worked his cock through his trousers, Mitch sucked a pebbled nipple into his mouth. The sensitive nub and the bite of his teeth made her arch her back off the bed, her other hand holding his head where she wanted him.

His eyes rose to hers, and she stared at the sight of this powerful man giving her pleasure. Releasing her nipple with a pop, he kissed his way down her belly, taking the dress over her hips before lifting her legs to throw it behind him.

Kneeling between her legs, he lifted his arms, the sinew and muscle of his biceps rippling as he tore his shirt over his head. Autumn’s mouth went dry at his beauty, his skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, the ridges of his six-pack and pecs making her mouth water.

Gliding his hands over her thighs, he cupped the globes of her ass before hooking the underside of her black lace thong and pulling it slowly down her legs, tossing it to the floor beside her dress.

Autumn stretched her arms above her head feeling free and cherished, her confidence growing with every look.

“Let’s see if you taste as good as you look.”

Mitch buried his face in her pussy, his tongue licking her from front to back, finding her entrance and lapping at her desire like a starved man. His eyes still on her he sucked the nub of her clit into his mouth as his fingers moved inside her stroking and massaging her secret spot, unravelling her tension as her climax built. She was so wet with arousal any other time she would’ve felt heat flooding her face, but she was too lost, too caught up in the race for her orgasm.

Autumn’s legs began to shake, her hand landing on his head, as the other gripped the silk pillow and held it to her mouth to silence her scream of release. Arching her back, she splintered in ecstasy, shards of bright light blinking in her vision as her climax thundered through her body, every nerve pulsing with pleasure such as she’d never known before.

She felt the pillow pulled from her face as a now naked Mitch stood magnificently between her legs, his sheathed cock in his hand as he pumped the thick shaft.

“I could live on the taste of you on my lips.” His erotic words had her body throbbing with arousal again, her muscles languid from it. “You’re like a dream I can hardly believe is real, but here you are spread out like a banquet, and I want to taste every inch of your skin.”

Autumn held hands up to him, Mitch complied, resting his weight on her, his hands either side of her head, hips cradled between her thighs. The heat of his erection twitched against her entrance.

“I want to feel you inside me.”

Her mouth found his and Mitch kissed her as he slid inside her, the burn of the stretch mixing with desire, heightening her senses. When he was entirely inside her, he kissed her tenderly, before his hips began to move, his cock pumping inside her as she wrapped her legs around his back, locking him to her. Rocking up to meet every pump of his hips, her moans fought with the sound of slapping flesh, his scent surrounding her adding to her desire.

Mitch pulled away, the feral look in his eyes only making her wetter, her nails digging into the strength of his shoulders as she buried her head in his neck and bit down, her climax taking her over the edge.

Mitch shook as his pelvis slammed into her, and she tightened around him as he swelled and pulsed, releasing his seed into the latex between them as his climax barrelled through him and he sought her mouth.

Her eyes opened, and he was watching her with a possessive look in his eyes as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

“You’re mine.”

Autumn shivered at his words, feeling claimed in a way her husband had never made her feel. Mitch owned her body and mind, and the thought was both terrifying and exhilarating.

As he withdrew from her she winced at the movement, her body aching in places she’d forgotten she had.

Mitch froze, his brow dipping in concern. “Did I hurt you?”

Autumn shook her head. “No, I’m just not used to it.”

Mitch nodded, his eyes devouring her as she lay shamelessly naked on the mint green silk bedding. His finger skimmed her hip as he stepped away from the bed, the hair on his legs tickling her skin.

Autumn stared as he prowled to the bathroom, his fine ass making her spent body awaken with renewed energy. The front was no less spectacular as he ambled towards her, his cock still half erect. He was a magnificent specimen, and she found herself smiling that she could call him hers.

“What you grinning at?” He climbed on the bed beside her, lying on his side, his head resting in his hand, his elbow propped and laid his palm on her belly, his eyes intent.