8. Chapter 7
Sarah
All of a sudden, Mitchell has gone caveman, and I'm loving every minute of it. He's tossed me down over the couch's arm and bared me to him as if I'm a coveted prize. I have to admit I like feeling this way. Wanted, needed, and cared for.
He kisses my ass like he's worshipping me. His hands feel warm against my skin and I might want to be spanked, even if it's with a light touch. He seems to be focused on my dripping pussy. He tells me what he needs. He needs to taste me, and I wiggle my rear end, asking for more of his attention.
"You want this, don't you? You wily little minx."
"Please, Mitchell."
I feel his fingers as he opens me up and slides two digits up and down my cunt. More of my arousal gushes out in welcome and I wiggle my butt a little bit more. I take a peek behind him when he takes his fingers away and see the hottest thing in the world.
He's licking his fingers clean of my juices and my pussy clenches in response. This man is driving me crazy with how hot he is and the things that he's doing to me. I seem to be the most important thing in the world to him right now. He leans over me and places a kiss on the side of my face.
It's tender and makes me shiver once more underneath his heavy body. I feel his weight lift, but I wonder if he could take me like this, right now. He has other intentions, however. I hear him muttering to himself, and I can't make out the words.
"What are you mumbling about, Mitchell?"
"I have a feast before me, and I'm not sure where to start."
"You can get out your cock and fuck me from behind. That would be a good start."
"I need to get you ready for me, little one."
What the heck does that mean? Just how big is he that he has to prepare me more than I already am? I try to get up, but his hand caresses my face from behind, and the gesture soothes me. Then I feel him kneel behind me once again, and suddenly his breath is on me, warm and delicious.
His fingers are exploring me while he breathes against my core, and I shake once again. This man is disarming me with just a few moves. Must be the years of experience he has. A pang of jealousy appears, and I shove it down. This man is not mine and I have no claim over him.
Do I want a claim over him? Now doesn't seem the right time to be thinking about this, except it might be the perfect time.
He's behind me, offering pleasure, and it shows without words that he wants me.
I'm startled out of my thoughts when his tongue goes up and down where his fingers previously were.
He keeps teasing me, going up and down my slit as I start to fall apart for him. I push my ass back so that I can get closer to his face and fuck it. Yes, I want to fuck his face and no, I'm not ashamed of it. It all somehow feels right with Mitchell.
"Mmmhmm, you're so tasty, little one."
My orgasm is so close I can almost feel it. I push back once again to force his whole face against my hungry pussy.
"Mitchell, I'm so close. Don't you dare stop."
That's when I feel his tongue penetrate me as much as it can, and I just fall apart. How I wish that had been his cock. The orgasm is strong enough to make me call out his name when it happens, and I'm afraid my neighbor might hear.
Mitchell keeps lapping at me until the last remnants of my orgasm are gone. I look back and see him with a smug expression on his face. Yes, he made me lose all control. He shattered me and probably ruined me for other men. I don't care. I want more of him.
"You taste so sweet. Like strawberries."
"Fuck me, Mitchell. Right here, right now. I need you more than I can say."
"You want my cock, little one?"
"Yes, please."
I hear his zipper going down and I thank the heavens I'm going to get his hard cock inside me. That last orgasm was strong, but I feel empty because his cock wasn't in me when I came. I'm ready to be claimed and gasp as I feel his cock head at my entrance.
"Is this what you want, Sarah?"
"Yes, Mitchell."
"Do you think you can take all of me?"
"I can and I will, Mitchell."
His hand caresses my ass, then goes up my spine and up to my head. He grabs my ponytail and pulls on it enough for it to hurt just a little. Before I know it, he slides deep inside me. He's fully inside me now, and I feel full and happy.
"Fuck me, Mitchell."
"I'm just letting you get used to me, little one."
I'm starting to see a stubborn streak in this man, and I'm not liking it. I want to be pounded by him until I burst once again. I wiggle my ass again and hear him groan. The sound excites me, and I move against him again.
"Okay, okay. I'll fuck you nice and hard until you explode again in my arms."
"That's all I'm asking."
My words come out muffled because my face is against the couch cushions.
I should be embarrassed to be in this position, but I find the whole situation hotter than hell.
I love it. I loved being splayed like this for his pleasure.
After what feels like an eternity, he starts thrusting in and out of me.
The thrusts are measured and steady, and I grab onto the couch. Every thrust pushes me forward until I'm up on my tiptoes. I can hear Mitchell's grunts every time he slides inside me until he bottoms out. His large cock fills me in ways I've never felt before.
I've used toys before and they were not as big as he is.
I love it, though. The stretch, the slight pain when he's fully inside me, and the sounds he is making as he fucks me properly.
I allow my body to feel every thrust, to enjoy this amazing moment in time where we're joined and he's claiming me.
"Mitchell, I need more."
He seems to know exactly what I'm asking for because he reaches under my belly and finds my clit. He starts circling it with his fingers and the stimulation brings forward another orgasm. This time I'm pretty sure everyone in the block heard me.
"I can't hold on any longer, little one. I'm gonna spill my cum inside you."
The words make my pussy clench around him like a vise, and then he's pumping me full of his seed. When he's completely spent, he falls forward against my back, but he doesn't put all his weight on me. He somehow manages to kiss me on the neck and then he pulls me up into his arms.
I'm a complete mess, naked from the waist down and cum leaking out of me down my thighs.
"Come on, little one."
He pulls me up in his arms, bride style and goes up the stairs to the second floor where my bedroom is. He doesn't set me down in the bedroom, but goes toward the shower. He places me down on my feet and finishes undressing me.
I feel vulnerable now, naked in front of him, but that's fixed when he starts taking his clothes off as well. He directs me into the shower, and the cool water falls down on our bodies. He tenderly washes me and cleans me thoroughly.
When he's finished washing me, he washes himself really quickly, and then we rinse under the water. He kisses me and I lean into his powerful frame. This moment is tender, and it's doing something to my insides. He turns off the faucet and gets a towel to dry me with.
Once I'm dry he dries himself, and then he takes my hand in his and guides me towards the bedroom. He pulls out the covers and signals me to get under them, and then he joins me. I immediately rest my head on his chest and cuddle with him.
"I can't believe that happened."
"This is just the beginning, little one."
The way he just took care of me and the way he's holding me right now, I definitely believe this is the beginning of something beautiful.