Chapter 16
H e comes to bed about an hour after I turn in, soothing all that worry I’ve built up that he wouldn’t. I’ve felt us get closer today. I dropped my guard a little more and I still can’t believe how much I opened up to him down by the stream. I don’t even regret it. How could I when he was so kind and understanding about it all?
Mitch nods his head at me, looking almost shy when he steps into the room and slides out of his jeans. He keeps on his tee and boxers like he did last time he joined me in bed, and when he gets under the covers he lies back as if he’s not entirely sure how to position himself. I lean over and press and kiss on his cheek before turning my back on him and snuggling into my pillow.
“Good night, Mitch.” I close my eyes and try to picture the look on his face. I know that it’s important that I take things slow, but venturing away from the cabin isn’t the only thing I’d like to try. I want to know how it feels to have Mitch touch me, and not just on the cheek or my hand. In a much more intimate way. The same way that the guy in my book touches his girl. I’ve even been wondering since this morning what his mouth would feel like exploring me all over and when I do, I get that pulsing in my stomach again.
“Good night, darlin’.” His low, raspy voice and the comfort of knowing he’s close makes me smile to myself, and we both lie in complete silence for what feels like hours.
I can sense he’s still awake, and I will for him to put his arms around me the way he did when we were riding earlier.
“You know, you don’t need to ask permission or wait till I’m asleep before you touch me.” I close my eyes in shame as I force the words out my mouth.
Mitch doesn’t answer straight away, but after a few seconds, I feel his hand slide over my hip and cross over my stomach. The bed creaks as he shifts his body closer to mine, ensuring my back is against his chest the way it was earlier. I feel my whole body relax from the comfort of it.
“It’s different with you, Mitch. I don’t fear your touch, I don’t fear anything about you at all.” I reach my hand back to stroke over his leg.
“I’d be careful doin’ that, sweetheart,” he warns me, but I don’t listen. I want to experience intimacy with this man. I want to push my boundaries. And that's exactly what happens when I feel something hard press against my lower back.
“That's what I was warnin’ ya ‘bout.” Mitch looks embarrassed when I glance over my shoulder at him. “I’m sorry. I’ll just step outside for a while, it’ll go away.” He goes to move but I shake my head.
“No.” I turn so I’m facing him. “Maybe I could make it go away for you?” I suggest, watching his eyes widen in shock.
“I think you're the one who's causin’ the problem, darlin’.” He smirks at me, and I wipe it right off his face when I slide my hand into the waistband of his boxers and wrap it around his manhood.
“ Holy shit! ” He looks between us in even more shock as my fingers start to stroke over his thick, solid cock the same way I read about earlier.
“Ev—I?—”
“I want to do this for you.” I hold eye contact so he knows I mean it. Nothing about this is the same as before, I feel completely in control and it’s incredible.
“Baby, this is gonna complicate things.” He shakes his head while his tongue rolls inside his cheek.
“You’ve never called me that before.” I frown back at him as my hand keeps its steady rhythm.
“Well, with all respect, you ain’t never had your hand wrapped around my cock before either.” He smiles.
“And do you like how it feels?” Mitch's cock feels so much bigger than what I’ve been used to, it’s thick and very heavy, but I don’t let that intimidate me.
“It feels real good, darlin’.” He places his hand on the back of my head as he keeps his eyes focused between us. “I wanna watch,” he whispers. “I wanna see your hand workin’ me. I’ll bet it looks as good as it feels too.”
I nod my head as he sets to work, pulling back the covers and slipping his boxers off his hips. Now that I see him for the first time I understand why it felt so different. Mitch’s manhood is enormous and as he watches my hand slide over it, I feel his grip on my hair tighten and his body go tense.
“That feels so fuckin’ good,” he growls at me, looking like he’s on the verge of losing control, and then he does something that takes me completely by surprise.
His hand slides behind my ear and he draws my face closer to his so he can kiss me with lips that are much softer than I’ve imagined them to be. The way they move against mine is urgent, demanding and seems to match the desperation that's building up inside me.
“Fuck, Ev. That's so good,” he pulls back to tell me, and knowing that I’m causing him so much pleasure lights a fire up inside me. I need his lips on me again so I lean back into him and take them.
“Darlin’, I’m gonna come, you gotta stop.” Mitch takes hold of my wrist in his hand and tries to tug me away, but I’m not finished. I want Mitch to spill his seed and I don’t care if it’s onto my hand. I don’t even care if he puts it in my mouth, in fact, I’m curious about how he tastes. So curious that I lower my head and slip my lips over the head of his thickness. He gasps in shock and grips my hair in his fist. “ Holy fuck, Everleigh! ” His words come out strained. There's no way I can take all of him in my mouth, not without choking, so I keep my hand moving and just focus on his tip.
“I’m comin’,” he growls another warning, before tensing his fingers and filling my mouth with spurts of warm, sticky pleasure that I’ve caused. I swallow him down while looking up at him and watch as confusion takes over the tension on his handsome face.
“I wanted to taste you.” I shrug, suddenly hoping I haven’t overstepped the mark and got him mad at me.
“Get up here,” he orders me with narrow eyes and a stern look on his face. Taking my chin between his thumb and finger he guides me to climb back up the bed toward him. Our eyes stay in contact and I let go of the breath I’ve been holding when he kisses me again, his fingers gripping me tight while his lips touch me softly.
“Well, ain’t you full of surprises?” He smiles as he shakes his head in shock, and when I wrap my arms around his muscular torso and rest my head on his chest, I allow myself to slip into a deep, contented sleep.