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wouldn’t be the first to compliment me on it.”
Alana stiffened and fought to control the jealousy nipping at her lungs. He froze. After long seconds of thick silence he rested his forehead against her shoulder. “I’m sorry. That was tacky.” He pulled his hand from her boxers and sighed. “I can’t think around you.”
She reached her hand behind her neck and ran her fingers through the long strands of his hair. “No biggie. I was eighty-nine percent positive you weren’t a virgin.” She smiled, trying to break the discomfort. “At least I’m clued in now.”
He gave a derisive laugh. “Yeah, I’m definitely not a saint. Being slutty goes with the job, I suppose.”
Dropping her hand, she turned in his arms and peered up to the dark blur of his face. “Don’t say that.” She felt her way along the hard contours of muscle on his chest, until she cupped his cheeks. “Don’t be ashamed of who you are or what you choose to do in your spare time.”
His head shook slightly. “I haven’t been, or I wasn’t until...”
Her heart stilled, waiting for him to finish the sentence. She wanted to hear him say “you,” no matter how foolish it would sound after the short amount of time they had spent together.
“...recently.”
She released her breath slowly, disguising her disappointment. His hands gripped her hips and she moved closer into his body. She brushed his hair behind his ears, and the pressure of his forehead rested against hers. Her cheeks heated with the need to kiss him. She yearned for the press of his lips, for the swipe of his tongue. If only she could see.
She ran her fingers around to the back of his neck. “I want you to kiss me.”
Her chest pounded, the fury of each heartbeat echoing in her ears as she waited for his response. When nothing came, she closed her eyes and began to silently pray.
His hands lowered to her ass, lightly cupping. Time stood still as his head tilted down, and she swallowed hard in the seconds it took for his mouth to descend upon hers. The pressure was delicate, like silk against her lips. He kissed her once, twice, his force growing with each caress as he tilted her head back for better access.
She teased the hair at his nape with tender strokes and scraped her nails over his skin. She wanted more. Taste, touch, passion. She wanted to be consumed by him and driven to the brink of insanity with the ferocity of his worship.
Grinding her hips into his, she rubbed against his erection, arching her back at the hardness she longed to take in her hand. He growled into her mouth, gripping her ass with force and crushed his body into hers. She gasped, all the air escaping her lungs.
He deepened the kiss, their tongues clashing as he lifted her off the ground and placed her on the counter. His weight pushed between her thighs, his erection nudging against the thin material covering her sex. She gyrated her hips and tugged at his hair, her body demanding more. He answered her silent pleas by thrusting into her again, letting the delicious friction of his cock rub against her clit.
Each sensation was new. The pleasurable sex, the passionate intimacy. There were no nerves, no apprehension. She craved more. She wanted to learn everything Mitchell could teach her, no matter how little time they would have together.
The ache in her core infiltrated her entire body, driving her to kiss him deeper, to grind back into his thrusts. His hand left her ass, traveling down the front of her boxers, past the waistband, into her panties. She whimpered at the brush of his fingers against her sensitive bundle of nerves and jolted when they delved deeper, penetrating her pussy.
She broke the kiss, panting for breath and rocked herself against his digits. “Please, Mitchell. I want you inside me.”
He didn’t respond, only planted his lips back on hers and stole the air from her lungs. Her sex pulled at him, tugging his fingers deeper until the pleasure became too much. She
Alana stiffened and fought to control the jealousy nipping at her lungs. He froze. After long seconds of thick silence he rested his forehead against her shoulder. “I’m sorry. That was tacky.” He pulled his hand from her boxers and sighed. “I can’t think around you.”
She reached her hand behind her neck and ran her fingers through the long strands of his hair. “No biggie. I was eighty-nine percent positive you weren’t a virgin.” She smiled, trying to break the discomfort. “At least I’m clued in now.”
He gave a derisive laugh. “Yeah, I’m definitely not a saint. Being slutty goes with the job, I suppose.”
Dropping her hand, she turned in his arms and peered up to the dark blur of his face. “Don’t say that.” She felt her way along the hard contours of muscle on his chest, until she cupped his cheeks. “Don’t be ashamed of who you are or what you choose to do in your spare time.”
His head shook slightly. “I haven’t been, or I wasn’t until...”
Her heart stilled, waiting for him to finish the sentence. She wanted to hear him say “you,” no matter how foolish it would sound after the short amount of time they had spent together.
“...recently.”
She released her breath slowly, disguising her disappointment. His hands gripped her hips and she moved closer into his body. She brushed his hair behind his ears, and the pressure of his forehead rested against hers. Her cheeks heated with the need to kiss him. She yearned for the press of his lips, for the swipe of his tongue. If only she could see.
She ran her fingers around to the back of his neck. “I want you to kiss me.”
Her chest pounded, the fury of each heartbeat echoing in her ears as she waited for his response. When nothing came, she closed her eyes and began to silently pray.
His hands lowered to her ass, lightly cupping. Time stood still as his head tilted down, and she swallowed hard in the seconds it took for his mouth to descend upon hers. The pressure was delicate, like silk against her lips. He kissed her once, twice, his force growing with each caress as he tilted her head back for better access.
She teased the hair at his nape with tender strokes and scraped her nails over his skin. She wanted more. Taste, touch, passion. She wanted to be consumed by him and driven to the brink of insanity with the ferocity of his worship.
Grinding her hips into his, she rubbed against his erection, arching her back at the hardness she longed to take in her hand. He growled into her mouth, gripping her ass with force and crushed his body into hers. She gasped, all the air escaping her lungs.
He deepened the kiss, their tongues clashing as he lifted her off the ground and placed her on the counter. His weight pushed between her thighs, his erection nudging against the thin material covering her sex. She gyrated her hips and tugged at his hair, her body demanding more. He answered her silent pleas by thrusting into her again, letting the delicious friction of his cock rub against her clit.
Each sensation was new. The pleasurable sex, the passionate intimacy. There were no nerves, no apprehension. She craved more. She wanted to learn everything Mitchell could teach her, no matter how little time they would have together.
The ache in her core infiltrated her entire body, driving her to kiss him deeper, to grind back into his thrusts. His hand left her ass, traveling down the front of her boxers, past the waistband, into her panties. She whimpered at the brush of his fingers against her sensitive bundle of nerves and jolted when they delved deeper, penetrating her pussy.
She broke the kiss, panting for breath and rocked herself against his digits. “Please, Mitchell. I want you inside me.”
He didn’t respond, only planted his lips back on hers and stole the air from her lungs. Her sex pulled at him, tugging his fingers deeper until the pleasure became too much. She
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