“Exactly,” Hannah replied, relieved Anna instinctively knew part of her quandary. “I’ve slept with Mitch twice and it was better than anything I ever experienced with the man I was married to and loved with all my heart. So I keep asking myself, how can it be wrong?”
“I can’t ease your conscience for you, but I can tell you from experience, you won’t be happy until you get whatever is pulling you out of your system, and you won’t find a better guy to explore your curiosity with than Mitch.” It wasn’t Anna’s place to bring up Mitch’s alternative sexual proclivities. For all she knew, he was suppressing those desires for Hannah. If that was the case, it was a temporary liaison for him and she hoped he took care not to let Hannah read any more into it than that.
Hannah took several bites of her salad before biting the bullet and bravely asking Anna, “That being said, do you have any advice on oral sex? Because, for the life of me, I cannot imagine doing that to Mitch without gagging.”
Anna burst out laughing then whispered, “Hannah, that’s exactly what we’ve all thought, but the reality is, men love it and seeing how turned on you’re making him will turn you on. I love giving Donovan blow jobs,” she admitted candidly.
“Huh, I’ve never heard that term, but I can see how it came about. Still, if I can’t do it, or, God forbid, I gag, he’ll never want to have sex with me again.”
“What’s your favorite food? Something easily spread and lickable.”
“That’s easy, Nutella. Why?”
“Perfect.”
Thirty minutes later they were walking together to their cars parked in the rear of the café discussing Hannah getting a dog while she was still trying to get the picture of Mitch’s penis covered in Nutella out of her mind. Now that Anna had given her the idea to ‘sweeten’ her first experience in giving oral sex, she really thought she could reciprocate the pleasure Mitch had given her. She felt brave enough now, to at least give it a try and she intended to act as soon as possible before the courage Anna had given her dwindled.
“Hey! You! What’re you doing?!”
The shout came from one of two businessmen in the parking lot and as Hannah and Anna turned the corner they saw the back of a man with a hoodie covering his head toss down an iron crowbar and run off as the other man called for him to stop.
“That’s my car.” Hannah hurried to the bright yellow convertible, praying there was no damage to it. Aunt Mary loved her car and wouldn’t be happy if it was damaged. “Oh, no,” she moaned in dismay when she saw the crack in the passenger side window and the paint gauging around the door handle.
“What’s in the bag, Hannah?” Anna asked as she spotted it sitting on the seat.
“My photography equipment. Darn it, this is my fault. I shouldn’t have left it there for anyone to see.”
“We didn’t get a good look at him, but enough to see he was just a kid. Sorry,” one of the men said as they saw the damage.
“You stopped him and I’m grateful. I wouldn’t have been able to afford to replace my equipment if it had been stolen. Thank you.” Hannah smiled at them in gratitude before they returned to their car.
“No problem. Be careful going home.”
“The good news is it’s okay to drive. The door’s still locked and the window isn’t shattered. I’ll ask Donovan for the name of a reliable body shop, if you want. Darn kids are always out causing trouble during the summer.”
Thank goodness that’s all it was Hannah thought as she told Anna good-bye and got in. After dealing with the rude man at the Arboretum and now this, she was more than ready to go home.
Mitch was in a pissy mood late Saturday afternoon when the peal of his doorbell interrupted his workout. Releasing the barbell, he sat up on his bench press, grabbed a small hand towel and wiped the sweat from his face and neck before tossing it aside. He had set up the downstairs spare bedroom as a home gym when he first bought the house years ago, but being in construction, he rarely had need of it. The sound of rain continuing to fall as it has been for the last twenty-four hours followed him down the hall. Between the practically nonstop deluge, risks from lightning and flash flood watches, he had no choice but to halt work on his current project until Monday. He hasn’t had a Saturday off in months, but instead of taking advantage of the free time and working on some neglected projects around the house, he spent most of the day thinking and brooding over his neighbor. He was rapidly becoming obsessed with Hannah, thinking about her constantly, the memory of her soft body undulating under his and the innocent surprise on her face every time she climaxed keeping his cock semi erect and aching for more.
But more than the physical attraction, which still befuddled him because she was definitely not his type, he felt the constant urge to get to know her better, learn more about her upbringing, her marriage, her likes and dislikes. He knew that growing desire to expand their relationship beyond once a week sex was the reason he kept away from her again this past week and had gotten so pissed off at having to hear about the vandalism to her car from Anna yesterday. Knowing she was the wrong woman for him to be thinking about having any kind of a relationship with beyond friendship didn’t seem to matter. He wanted her on his terms, and even knowing he could never have her that way wasn’t enough to make him turn her down when she asked him for sex.
The one good thing about this weather, he thought as he reached for the front door, it should keep them apart this weekend. That hope was short lived when he swung open the door and saw Hannah smiling tentatively up at him, her rain splattered, plain white blouse and make-up free damp face making his heart turn over and his cock harden. Fuck but he had it bad for this woman and damned if he knew what to do about it.
“Hannah, what the hell are you doing running over here in this weather?” Grabbing her arm he hauled her inside as a large, jagged lightning bolt split the black clouds. Closing the door on the ensuing deep rumble of thunder, he quickly demanded, “Is everything all right?”
“What? Oh, yes, everything’s fine. I just thought you might like some brownies.” Faced with the sight of Mitch wearing nothing but a pair of very skimpy gym shorts, all that hard, male flesh taking up her line of vision had her happy place swelling damply. Thrusting the Tupperware container at him nervously, Hannah slipped her hands into the side pockets of her skirt, her right hand closing tightly around the small jar of Nutella as she questioned the wisdom of her actions despite the spiraling need seeing him again brought on. Fearing she would lose the courage she had been hanging onto by a thread since meeting with Anna two days ago, she impulsively ran with the idea of coming over here on the pretext of the neighborly gesture. From the scowl on Mitch’s face when he saw her and the way he was slowly backing her against the wall, she was beginning to rethink her plan. “I’m sorry if I’m bothering…”
Acting without conscious thought, Mitch pinned her against the wall with his body, bracing his hands as his mouth swooped down and stopped her apology. As if she ever had to apologize for her presence, he thought irrationally while trying to temper his irritation at having his good intentions once again taking a back seat to his searing lust for her. He kissed her hard, ruthlessly invading her soft mouth as he let her feel the rigid outline of his cock, let her know in no uncertain terms what she did to him before lifting his head just a fraction and demanding against her damp lips, “Why are you really here, Hannah?”
“You said to let you know when I’m ready so, I’m ready.” Darn it, it had taken her all day of pacing and watching out the window making sure his truck was still in the drive to get up the courage to say that to him and it still came out as a pathetic, uncertain whisper.
Perplexed, Mitch asked, “Ready for what?” then bit back a smile when her brows lowered in that frown he found so cute.
“Remember,” she practically snapped in her agitation, “last week you said whenever I was ready to reciprocate…..you know, orally, to let you know.” Gosh darn it, she groaned inwardly as she felt her face flame beet red. Just once she’d like to pull off one of these propositions without blushing like a virgin.
With the swiftness of the last lightning strike, Mitch’s indecisive mood vanished, replaced with humor and a surge of lust so strong it threatened his composure. To hell with right and wrong and potential consequences, he wasn’t about to give up an opportunity to feel Hannah’s lush, inexperienced mouth on his cock. Just the thought of this being her first blowjob was a fucking turn on, and for a man like him, that was wrong in more ways than he could count. And he didn’t fucking care, at least not right now.
“Sweetheart, I can’t think of a better way to spend a rainy afternoon than with your mouth wrapped around my cock.” Her frown reappeared between her brows at hearing his crudeness, but the arousal on her face, in those expressive eyes, wasn’t put off.
Hannah followed eagerly when he grabbed her left hand and practically dragged her behind him, barely managing to keep a tight hold of her Nutella. Her surprise when he led her into his great room instead of upstairs to his bedroom was overshadowed when he casually stripped off those indecent shorts and sat in a wide leather arm chair, tugging her unceremoniously to her knees between his splayed legs in a move so smooth she barely registered his actions until she was looking up at him in all his naked glory. The first time they had sex he had been naked but the room had been dark. The second time he had remained clothed. This was the first time she was able to get a good look at him and what she saw had her mouth watering. He was beautiful, there was no other word for it. She knew how wide his shoulders were, how hard his chest, arms and legs were, but the sight of all those muscles moving so smoothly beneath sun bronzed skin was a picture of art. The potent combination of his physical appeal, the sight of him wrapping his hand around his penis and the combination of lust and tenderness etched on his face made her core heat and pulse with desire, causing her to quiver with arousal.
“What’s in your pocket, Hannah?” he asked when he noticed she kept her right hand hidden in it.
“Nothing,” she quickly answered, not wanting him to know what she was planning to do so she could get through this until it was too late for him to stop her.
Mitch frowned at her, warning, “I don’t like surprises. Show me what you’re hiding.”
Hannah shook her head adamantly. “Not yet. Please, Mitch. I need to do this my way. Anna assured me you would like it.”
“If I don’t, I’ll put you over my knee, and I assure you,
you
won’t like it.” Although, if she did, he would be thrilled.
“Did you just threaten to spank me?!” She didn’t know what surprised her more, his threat or her reaction to it. Picturing herself positioned over his lap with her butt exposed was disconcertingly arousing, which was just…wrong.
“Don’t the Amish believe in corporal punishment?” he asked her knowing full well they did from what little he had read up on.
“Yes, of course, but
I
was good. I’ve never been spanked.”
Her haughty answer made him grin despite the desperate state he was working himself into with his hand. Releasing his cock, he leaned forward to unbutton her blouse, keeping his eyes on her face as he murmured, “Now, why doesn’t that surprise me? Regardless, sweetheart, consider yourself spanked if your new friend is wrong and I’m not happy with what you have planned.”
He very astutely drew her attention away from his threat by unbuttoning her blouse to the waist, adeptly opening her bra and exposing her breasts before leaning back casually in his chair. When he didn’t say anything, Hannah realized he was waiting for her to make the next move.
Uncertainty assailed her. He was so experienced he must have had oral sex performed on him dozens of times. What made her think she could compete?
“Are you having second thoughts?” he asked when she hesitated and a worried look crossed her face. It’d be pure hell, but he’d respect her wishes if she wanted to back out.
“No! I mean, I still want to please you, but, how will I know if I’m doing it right?”
Her remark about wanting to please him sent a rush through him even though he doubted if her definition of that statement was the same as his. “You’ll know.”
“How?” she insisted earnestly.
Mitch laughed derisively. “I won’t be able to talk, for one thing.”
Hannah recalled how he took her breath away when he went down on her, as he phrased it, which bolstered her courage. “Close your eyes,” she instructed as she tried to ignore the way her exposed breasts ratcheted up her arousal. Or maybe it was the heated look in his dark eyes that had her nipples peaking tightly and her happy place dampening her panties.
“Only until you get comfortable, then I’m watching.” There was no way he was going to miss the sight of Hannah’s lips wrapped around his cock.
Hannah wasted no time in taking off the lid and dipping her fingers into the soft, gooey chocolate almond concoction that can make anything taste good. Remembering Anna’s instructions to keep it light, she stroked her fingers over his penis, actually enjoying the feel of his silken hardness as well as the way his shaft jerked under her light touch. He didn’t say anything, but the way he gripped the arms of the chair told her he liked what she was doing even though she sensed he didn’t like being kept in the dark.
“Hannah, get on with it or I’m taking over.”
She was surprised by how much she
didn’t
want that, at least not yet. Her curiosity was at its peak, as was her excitement. Leaning forward, she slowly licked up his rigid length, taking a good portion of the nut spread and leaving behind exposed flesh. This wasn’t so bad, she thought as she took another lick, this time running her tongue over his bulbous crown. She discovered how silky smooth his mushroom shaped head was as she licked it clean. When a few drops of semen slipped from his slit, she automatically lapped them up. Mitch’s low groan emboldened her to engulf the first few inches, tighten her lips and boldly explore every part of him with her tongue. Of course, everything she had read in her Dummies book and all the pointers Anna had given her went out the window and she was left to wing her way through.