“Yes,” she responded unequivocally. Running her fingers over her distended tips, she was surprised to feel her core quiver in response, the pleasurable sensation urging her on as she watched Mitch move one hand north to settle at the juncture of her splayed legs while he went back to tend her hair with his other hand.
Despite the decadent position, she was totally relaxed against his thighs, her fingers now moving faster on her nipples, her breathing increasing into short pants, her pale skin dampening with the rush of pleasure. “Mitch,” she breathed as her body spiraled out of control and she didn’t know how to steer it where she wanted to go.
“Pull on your nipples like I did,” he told her as he grabbed the brush off the bedside table and started running it through her hair.
The slight tugs on her scalp felt good, just as the harder tugs on her nipples did. The dual sensations bombarded her senses, throwing her into a tailspin of pleasure. A small whimper escaped her as she leaned fully back against him, trapping his hand and brush between them, her eyes unable to look away from the mirror.
Chuckling, pleased, Mitch wiggled his hand out from behind her, tossed the brush aside and wrapped his arm tightly around her waist. Her soft ass made the perfect cushion for his stiff cock as his other hand cupped her pussy.
“Let me help. No,” he snapped out, “don’t close your eyes. Keep them open.”
Helpless to do anything but obey, Hannah watched in the mirror as he penetrated her vagina with his middle finger. The sight of her labia folding around his digit coupled with the feel of him rubbing that one special spot that enflamed her senses had her reaching for the orgasm that was hovering. She plucked at her nipples, his harsh breath at her ear making her shiver as that one finger moved to tease her clit. Her hips rose automatically against his hand, silently begging him for more while she struggled against the desperate urge to beg.
“You’re shaking. You want to come.”
“Yes,” she quickly admitted hoping he would end her torment.
Mitch pulled out of her slick sheath, let her watch as he licked his finger clean from her juices then took her right hand from her breast and lowered it to her pussy. “Then make yourself come. Let me feel you come apart.”
From the look on his face, Hannah knew if she wanted to climax this was the only way he was going to allow her to do it. Had she been on her own, she knew she wouldn’t do this no matter how much she wanted to, but having him in charge took that decision away from her as well as any lingering guilt she harbored over whether this was right.
As she slowly slid her finger inside herself, she studiously avoided looking at Mitch in the mirror. That left looking at what she was doing her only other option. She didn’t know what startled as well as excited her more, the warm, damp feel of her vagina for the first time or the way Mitch’s penis jerking against her rear elicited a warm gush over her finger. She gasped at the sensation, wiggling against his thighs as she tried to find the spot he was so good at locating, that one spot that made her feel so good.
“Take your time,” Mitch told her as he squeezed her right breast. “Get to know yourself by feel, where you like to be touched, how soft or how hard. We’re in no hurry.”
Hannah paused in her ministrations long enough to turn her head and glare up at him. “You may not be, then again you’ve already had your fun,” she reminded him tartly.
Mitch grinned at her. He liked the way that feisty streak overrode her shyness when she was pushed beyond her comfort level. Flexing his cock against her ass, he said, “And I’m ready for more fun, but I can wait.”
Just as he said that, Hannah found her special spot, that one place that was sure to push her closer to coming. “Oh God,” she whispered tremulously as she rubbed herself over and over, her hips shifting restlessly with her increasing pleasure. “Mitch.” She didn’t even know she whimpered his name on a plea, didn’t realize she was pleading for help until his finger rooted out her clitoris, joining hers in driving her to the edge of madness.
“Now, Hannah,” Mitch bit out as he milked her swollen little bud between his fingers while her finger continued to stroke her pussy. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
Like a magnet to metal, she was powerless to resist the pull of his command. She was left with no choice but to obey that deep, demanding voice, no option but to let go and allow the exploding pleasure to take over her senses. Her last glimpse in the mirror before she closed her eyes was of his fingers working in tandem with hers, her legs splayed wide, her breasts swaying with her body’s gyrations. Fireworks erupted behind her closed lids as her skin dampened from her exertions. She felt her vaginal walls clamp around her finger, vaguely acknowledged that Mitch was feeling the same thing as well as the increased moisture from her climax. That knowledge seemed to set off more sparks in a kaleidoscope of colors, the increased pressure of his fingers around the most tender part of her anatomy making her cry out and shudder against his hard embrace.
Mitch lied when he told her they were in no hurry. Watching her, feeling her climax under her own hand made him desperate to have her again. Grabbing a condom from the bedside table, he quickly sheathed himself then lifted her hips far enough to give him room to sink into her still spasming sheath. Her pussy enveloped him like a warm glove, her slick walls clutching at his cock with the final tremors of her climax.
“Mitch!” Hannah’s eyes flew open in startlement at the sudden shift in positions and the first thing she saw in the mirror was Mitch penetrating her, his penis replacing their fingers in a move so smooth it left her gasping. He gave her no time to adjust, no time to question right or wrong, no time to panic over her insecurity about the strange position and no time to recover from her first climax before he drove her straight into the throes of another one.
He took her over, physically and emotionally, as he grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, controlling her, his well-aimed thrusts rasping her clit over and over as the odd position allowed him to go deeper, the mirror allowing her to watch him thrust jarringly over and over. She could do nothing but accept the pleasure, watch as her body welcomed his, each hard thrust making her breasts bounce while she leaned back against him to keep her balance. Another orgasm ripped through her, had her clutching at the burgundy spread in an attempt to anchor herself against yet another storm of pleasure.
Mitch watched Hannah move around his kitchen wearing nothing but his shirt and her panties, her hip length hair flowing freely down her back. It told him something that he preferred spending this rainy Saturday evening alone with her rather than at the club with his friends. He just didn’t want to delve too deeply right now into what that something was. The ferocity of the storm had abated and all that lingered was the soft sound of light rain and an occasional rumble of distant thunder, both of which he found soothing after the raging tempest of his orgasm. He could still feel the ripples of her orgasm around his cock, hear her startled gasp of pleasure, see the surprise and awe of her response reflected on her face. If he hadn’t already been exploding with his own pleasurable release, that look alone would have set him off.
She had frowned but didn’t argue when he handed her his shirt to don instead of her clothes. She did argue, rather adamantly, about going without panties. Reminding himself he needed to take slow steps in introducing Hannah to his alternative sexual preferences if he didn’t want to risk scaring her off, he had conceded on the underwear. For now. Watching her across the room from his seat on his favorite leather chair, he wished he hadn’t given in so quickly. Every time she bent over to get something she needed to make homemade pizza, he caught the white edge of her panties instead of the enticing under curve of her buttocks. He wondered if he stepped up behind her and slid those panties off if that would draw her out of the quiet, contemplative mood she has been in since coming downstairs. As much as he was enjoying seeing her in his kitchen, liking the domestic picture she made, he worried her silence and the small frown between her eyes meant she was regretting her behavior. As easier as it would be to have an affair with Hannah if she hadn’t come from such a strict, moral background, he couldn’t dismiss that it was her upbringing that made her the woman he found himself admiring above all others of his acquaintance. Unfortunately, if she found her actions and responses to what they had just done morally questionable, their relationship was doomed before it had begun. That bothered him more than he wanted to admit, so he shoved aside his own misgivings and decided to enjoy the rest of the night and leave the future to take care of itself.
Unbeknown to Hannah, her thoughts were opposite to what Mitch was thinking. When she had insisted he let her make them pizza instead of ordering one, it was because she needed the busy time to settle her thoughts. She had expected to feel guilty for her behavior upstairs as well as beforehand, but instead everything she did with Mitch tonight felt…right. She tried picturing herself taking another man’s penis into her mouth or masturbating with another man in front of a mirror and couldn’t.
She now knew what Mitch felt when he was inside her, what Caleb had felt when they made love, which made her wonder why her husband had never taken the time or made the effort to see that she was pleasured as much as he was. Then again, she preferred to believe he was as clueless as she had been all those years rather than thoughtless.
Amish teens were like any other teens, they pushed their parent’s boundaries and experimented with alcohol, drugs and sex, more so in her Beachy community than in Caleb’s Old World one. She hadn’t considered it before, but maybe that explained why more Beachy Amish youth chose to leave and live in the modern world rather than make that final, lifetime commitment to their way of life than teens in Caleb’s community. From the time she met Caleb when she was barely fifteen and he was seventeen, he had known exactly what he wanted to do, how he wanted to live his life and she had always admired and envied that about him. Now a small part of her was resenting that he had not put as much effort into their relationship as he had into other facets of his life.
It wasn’t like her to be judgmental and no matter his faults, she had loved Caleb wholeheartedly. Shoving aside regrets for what couldn’t be changed, she pressed the dough into the pizza pan, trying to ignore the way Mitch watched her with those dark, thoughtful eyes. Between his gaze and her near naked state, she found herself aroused all over again, which seemed impossible given the powerful, more than satisfying climaxes she experienced just a short while ago. Parading around wearing nothing but Mitch’s shirt and her panties was yet another, highly erotic experience for her.
For someone like Anna, her attire would probably seem more than adequate, the sway of her unfettered breasts not enough to have her nipples tightening, the exposure of her bare legs and barely covered butt not enough to make her core dampen and ache to be filled again. But for Hannah, who wore nothing but calf length skirts and plain white blouses and
never
went without underclothes, wearing nothing but Mitch’s shirt and panties was positively decadent, dress she would have labeled immoral before taking up with Mitch. Despite the peer pressure, she hadn’t even given up her plain wardrobe the year she spent with Aunt Mary when she was a teen and attended the public high school in Lexington. That reminder only reinforced how much she has changed since then, how much she wanted to fit in with the modern world now that she no longer had Caleb to keep her anchored in their society.
Hannah rose and turned from sliding the pizza into the oven to find Mitch standing right behind her. The tips of her breasts came into contact with his chest first, her shirt and the tee shirt he had slipped on along with his gym shorts worthless at preventing her from responding to the contact. “Oops, sorry,” she mumbled unable to look away from his rugged, tan face and the flare in his eyes as his hands settled on her shoulders to steady her. He had a dark, five-o’clock shadow that she found only added to his good looks.
“It’s all right. You were engrossed in whatever thoughts have been plaguing you since we came downstairs. Anything we need to talk about?” he asked hoping she would open up to him.
His inquiry made her feel better about her actions and the pleasure she got from them. It meant he was concerned about her feelings and that he meant it when he told her he wanted her to tell him if he ever did or said anything she was uncomfortable with, especially if it was something she might find morally or physically objectionable. So far, he hadn’t done anything she found physically objectionable. On the contrary, everything he said and did had done nothing but bring her inexplicable pleasure. She refused to question the morality of her actions too closely, at least for the time being, as she was finding it difficult to believe that anything that felt so good as well as so right could be anything but acceptable.
“No, but thanks. I’ve never, I mean this is all so new and alien to me. I married young and that was the only relationship I’ve ever had with a man. I just need time to get used to this.”
Mitch suspected it was more a matter of her getting used to all the ways her body could explode in pleasure, but he kept his opinion to himself. She didn’t realize it but, despite his sexual dominance, she really held all the control in this affair. “Let’s eat then I’ll see what I can do to help you along with that.”
Hannah’s pulse quickened at his suggestion, making her wish he wouldn’t wait until after they ate. If she hadn’t agreed to continue with him on his terms then she would’ve asked him if they could go upstairs again now, but she could tell by the look on his face and the way he slightly raised his right brow in silent inquiry that he was expecting or waiting for her to push for sooner. “Okay.” Turning at the sound of the oven timer, she bent to retrieve the pizza from the oven, trying to keep from blushing as she felt his hot gaze on her butt yet again.