Physical Touch (20 page)

Mitch ran his finger along the lace edge, inching his pinkies under the material so he could slide it down past her hips, slowly moving it down past her ankles. Returning to her awaiting sex, his finger slid down between her satiny folds. Rylie nearly came unhinged as he slipped a finger deep inside her, as she arched up into his hand. With his thumb pushing against her center, he began circling her, his finger moving in and out at the same time, creating a burning need for her release. She was so close to reaching the edge, poised at the precipice. She clawed at the bed, trying desperately to find purchase, gripping the covers tight in her fists, as she rocked against him, whimpering out unintelligible pleas. 

Didn’t he know she was so close? Just a few…more…strokes and she would be there, screaming in agony and pleasure. She thrashed and moved, feeling his fingers curl around her tight center. 

“I…oh God….I’m there...Mitch…” she screamed, as an explosion rocked her entire body. Her climax was an enormous fireball, bursting into flames, ripping through her with no mercy.  Mitch continued to stroke her as she came down from her release, as she slowly let go of the sheets that were bundled tightly in her fists.

Mitch moved up between her legs and poised his hard tip at her entrance, nudging and teasing. “You are so wet - it’s killing me,” he said, reaching over to a side table where he grabbed a condom.

Rylie reached between their bodies and grabbed his erection, as he groaned. She reached for the wrapper in his hand.

“I want to put it on you.” Her hands left him momentarily, taking the packet and ripping it open. “Show me how.”

Mitch took her hands in his and held them over the tip, securing it on the top and then let her go. 

“Roll it all the way down – hard,” he hissed. She did as he instructed, feeling pleased as he groaned against her touch.

“Please, Mitch. I want to feel
you inside of me.” Rylie squeezed his hardened cock between her legs, positioning him at her entrance as Mitch pushed inside to bury himself deep within her. 

“Holy fuck, Ry – you feel so good.”

She let out a moan, of both pleasure and pain, as he slowly eased himself in and out, sinking in deep. It had definitely been awhile, so she had to get accustomed again to the feeling. Her hands slid up and down his back, as she felt his muscles tightening.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“Ohh, yes – this is so good.” On the downward motion of her hands, she grasped his butt tightly, pulling him in deeper.

He moved, in and out, thrusting harder and faster. His breathing became ragged, tiny beads of sweat forming where their bodies were joined.

“Wrap your legs around me tight, baby.”

She complied, as she moaned when she felt him thrust in even deeper, plunging in and out in a steady, sensual rhythm. They rocked together, touching, licking, sucking, as the familiar tension began to build once more.

She could feel the pleasure climb again, that ache low in her belly, working its way through, slithering down to her core. Mitch continued to pump in and out, nipping at her ear, his tongue sliding in and out. Slipping his hand down between their joined bodies, his fingers sought her heat. One touch, just a flick, had her cursing out expletives, as she clenched around him, screaming her release, at the same time his body jerked and then stilled as he emptied himself into her with a shudder. 

Moments went by with neither of them saying anything, their rapid breathing getting back under control. Mitch remained inside her, as he lifted his head to look into her eyes. He placed a kiss on her forehead, then her cheeks, her nose and then finally a long, stirring one on her mouth. Sucking her bottom lip, he bit lightly before letting go.  Rylie couldn’t say a word. Her body was in nirvana, completely and utterly satiated. 

She felt Mitch twitch inside her, as she giggled from the sensation and cocked her eyebrow at him.

“What? You think it’s funny that you just made me come and I want to do it all over again?” He tweaked her nose, as he pulsed inside her again. “You won’t think it’s so funny when you’re sore tomorrow.” As he said it, he slowly eased out of her, moving off to the side to discard the condom in the trash. 

“I want you to make me sore…I want to feel you all day long.”  He rolled over to face her, lifting her head to rest on his arm. She reached a hand out to trace his stubbled jaw.  “Mitch…”

His hand caressed her shoulder and ran it down the curve of her hip.  “
Mmm…hmm?”

“How was I as your student?”

He laughed at the audacity of her question. “Oh, young grasshopper...you were brilliant. However, I think we’ll need to keep up with your lessons. Practice makes perfect.”

She slapped him on his stomach, but smiled as she got up from the bed to go into the bathroom. Mitch’s hand darted out and grabbed her wrist, stalling her momentarily. He dropped her hand and lightly touched the curve of her ass, rolling over it and down her leg. 

“Did I mention that I think you’re gorgeous?”

“Hmm, if you did, I must have been in the middle of something,” she snickered.  “But that’s sweet. And don’t let this go to your head, because I know your ego is already as big as the continent, but you’re pretty gorgeous yourself.”

She reached down and kissed his nipple, lingering there to allow her tongue to trace the dime size center. Heading back into the bathroom, she turned on the soft recessed lighting and looked longingly at herself in the mirror. 

Her entire body was flushed a soft pink hue. She touched her sensitive breasts that had been thoroughly ravaged, sucked, touched and kissed. Her hand trailed down her stomach until it reached her silky center. She sighed, remembering the erotic sensations and two orgasms Mitch had given her over the last few hours. Had she ever felt that way before? She’d never experienced a man taking the time to be that in tune with her
body, to leisurely touch every inch of her and to ensure her needs were so completely satisfied before his own. To patiently teach her how to pleasure and be pleasured?

Rylie smiled at her reflection in the mirror, wondering what Sasha would say when she found out about tonight. And just like that, the panic seeped in. Her mouth dried up and she felt like she had swallowed sandpaper. The old familiar grip of fear and anxiety welled up in the pit of her stomach, gripping her like an overgrown vine.

Mitch was a man who got what he wanted, when he wanted it and now that he’d slept with her, would likely find her irrelevant and obsolete. He was a man who liked the challenge of the chase and now that he’d fulfilled his need, she would be completely useless. He was bound to leave her. It was only a matter of time.

She turned off the faucet and dried her hands with the hand towel as Mitch knocked lightly on the door. “Hey, can I come in?”

Still naked, she turned around, feeling exposed and self-conscious, looking for something to cover herself with. Before she could reach the towel rack, he stepped in, taking two long strides to reach her and encircle her in his arms. 

“You interested in skinny dipping?”

“What? Like now?”

“Yes, now.”  He let his eyes roam over her body. “Looks like you’re already prepped for it – we just need to grab some towels, unless you had other plans on what you want to do with me.” His lips moved down to caress the small crevice at the base of her throat, as her head tipped back granting him access. She hummed, the vibration against his mouth making him growl. 

“I’m up for a dip…and maybe something else, too.” She turned on a bright smile, placing her earlier thoughts in the back of her mind for later.

“That’s what I was hoping to hear.”

Taking her hand, he led her into the bedroom, opening the patio door to walk out to the pool. The air still held a slight humidity in it, covering their naked bodies with a sheen of moisture. Jumping in the pool, Mitch dove underneath, coming up for air and raising his arms to reach for her. She took a step forward and plunged in. Maybe that was the only way to get over this thing with Mitch…dive into the deep end and hope she could hold her breath until he gave up.

As soon as she hit the water, Mitch was there in front of her, his hands scooping her up under her butt. 

“If you asked me what my favorite part of your body was, I’d have to say it’s your ass,” he said, caressing her butt in his hands. “Followed by your legs as a close second. They were the first thing I noticed about you the night at the bar. But it was your high and mighty smack down of me that had me wanting to get to know you more. Do you know how beautiful you are when you give a good beat-down? Damn, that was hot. Is that an inherited trait?”

Rylie stilled in his arms as she considered his question. She shouldn’t have been surprised with such a personal question after the night they just shared, but talking about her family put her on uncomfortable ground. He already knew about her dad and Dylan, but opening up about her mother was a bit unnerving and wasn’t something she often did.

“It might be, maybe it’s from my mother’s side. My dad and brother are pretty laid back and easy going. They rarely get ruffled about anything and always seem to be calming me down. Maybe I’ve always felt I had something to prove, given I was the only female in the household.”

“Where’s your mother?”

Rylie squirmed in his arms, trying to find a backdoor strategy out of the conversation they were having, hoping to move on to something else. His arms tightened further around her body, his hand roaming up and down the length of her legs. 

“My mother left us when I was four.”  Shrugging nonchalantly, she pulled out of his arms and swam in the opposite direction.

The pool lights cast a warm glow across the water, as she made her way to the end of the pool. Mitch quickly following suit, coming up behind her to press his lips to her ear.

“Well that’s shitty. Did you ever hear from her again?”

“Nope. She left a note for my dad and he thought she went out to California or something. He said she was full of wanderlust and never wanted to be tied down in life.”

Mitch pulled her to him tightly, his arms holding her reassuringly. “I’m sure she loved you and your brother, but just had her own issues and didn’t know how to deal. It wasn’t you, you know.” Mitch slid his arm around her, turning her around to face him.

She gave him a half-hearted nod. “Of course I know that. She was a selfish, heartless bitch and she didn’t deserve us. But it still hurts to know she didn’t love us enough to stay.”

“Rylie, it’s not right what she did, and you may never know why she left. But the end result is it shaped you into who you are today. You are a beautiful, smart and ambitious woman, and I can tell you’ve used that fucked-up life lesson to build your character. It’s that character that I’ve enjoyed getting
to know…and I’d like to get to know more of you. Starting with these long legs of yours,” he chuckled, running his hand up the back of her leg. “Definitely one of your best traits.”

Mitch grinned his lopsided smile, as his dimple peeked out. This close to him, she couldn’t stop herself this time from leaning in and sucking on it.

“What do you think your best trait is? And if you say it’s your dick, I’ll smack you,” she laughed playfully. 

“Let’s see…my best trait? Well, I finally got you into my bed, so it must be my power of persuasion.” Licking the soft outside of her ear, his tongue surged in and made her cry out. “But to keep you in my bed, I may need to work a little harder.”

Nudging his leg between hers, Mitch pushed her gently against the side of the pool, his hand coming up between their bodies. 

“I also h
ave a helluva lot of stamina. I hope you don’t need any sleep tonight, because I plan to be relentless.”

Rylie gasped, as Mitch’s fingers began to trace circles around her sex as he moved his tongue in an identical pattern, plunging in and out of her mouth. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from her, her naked body wet and glistening in the moonlight. His cock lengthened against her, as she moved her hand to cover him, running her fingers against his erection. Mitch swallowed thickly, his desire overwhelmingly strong for her mouth to replace her hands. But first, he had other things he wanted to do. 

He slid his finger between the wet
opening of her legs, his mouth capturing hers, running his tongue across her teeth. His mouth watered in his need to taste her, to feel her come apart under his tongue. “I want to taste you on my tongue.”

He slipped his tongue inside her m
outh before he moved her toward the pool steps. Taking her hand in his, he directed her to the pool house, where a warmly lit room awaited. 

He led her over to the cushioned wicker chaise lounge, laying her down, his hand brushing down the length of her. Taking her legs by the knees, he pressed them open, one on each side of the chair. Bending down on his knees, careful of his injury site, he hovered over her, his lips seeking the wet and heated flesh, placing soft, feather light kisses inside her inner thigh. He licked his way farther up her body. Her thighs quivered as she tried without success to
remove his head from between her legs. 

Mitch just shook his head. “You’re not going shy on me now.”

He placed his hands on the inside of both her thighs, his thumbs caressing the soft skin, still wet from the pool. Peeking up, he could see the sensual curve of her breasts, as she propped herself up on her elbows to look down at him. 

“You like what you see?”

She bit her lip, pensively nodding yes.

“I’ve never actually…well, you know…had a guy go down on me. I’m not sure if I’ll like it.”

He shook with the laughter that bubbled out of him.

“Oh you’ll like it,” he murmured, licking his lips before his tongue darted out to touch the inside of her thigh, mere inches from her heat. “I’ll make sure of that. And feel free to watch.” He smiled salaciously against her hot, wet core.

Mitch’s cock twitched at the torment she was causing him with her honest admission of uncertainty. The idea of being her first at anything was unbelievably erotic and made him feel like a fucking king.

He moved one hand to cup her ass and the other gently pushed her knees up one at a time. Deft fingers dipped into her heated center, finding her agonizingly wet, as his mouth moved over her sweet flesh. The sound that escaped her when his tongue met her slick center had him ready to explode. Her hips arched up to meet his mouth, as her hands reached blindly to grab his hair. 

His lips turned up into a smile, as he blew a light breath against her sex, then circled it with his tongue. 

“Oh my God, Mitch…” she cried breathlessly. “Don’t stop…please.”

There was no way he could. Her aroused scent and the taste of her had him nearly coming against the cushions of the chair. His fingers slipped into her wet opening, as she contracted around him, groaning with every back and forth he gave her. She struggled and shifted beneath him, her hands gripping the throw pillows near her head, as he continued his gentle sucking. 

He knew she was close, her hands finding their way back to his head to dig into his scalp, her tiny pleas getting louder and more exaggerated with every flick of his tongue. His long fingers stroked her passage, until she tightened around him, stilling momentarily as her body surrendered in a loud cry of ecstasy. 

His fingers remained buried inside, allowing her to ride the remaining waves of pleasure, continuing to lightly stroke her down from her high. He lifted his head to watch her movements, her body flushed with a sensual afterglow. All he wanted to do at that moment was to bury himself deep inside of her and make her come over and over again. 

Rylie slowly recovered, her arms releasing Mitch from her grip and crossing over her bared breasts. Sighing contentedly, she lifted herself to a sitting position, as Mitch came up to sit next to her, his hands lightly rubbing her back. 

“That was unbelievable…wow,” she murmured, leaning into his chest and kissing the inside of his neck. Her hand moved at a leisurely pace down his chest and torso, fingering the treasure trail leading to his engorged arousal. “My turn to repay the favor.”

“I’m completely at your mercy.”

Licking her lips, Rylie grabbed hold of his stubbled cheeks and kissed him hot and wild. Her hands quickly left his face and pressed against his chest, pushing him back on the lounge chair. 

“I’m not particularly practiced at the art of seduction, so you’ll need to tell me what you like, okay?” she stated
innocently, conveying both her eagerness and desire to please him.

He smiled down at her as she licked her way down his abdomen, circling his navel and flicking the tip of his cock. He groaned in anticipation. He was hungry and starving for her mouth and she was clearly setting out to kill him. 

“Whatever you do will be perfect. Just
don’t
be gentle.” As he finished stating his request, Rylie covered him completely with her wet mouth, her hand claiming the base of his length, stroking up and down his rigid shaft. His guttural moan told her whatever she was doing was working. She began to find her rhythm, sucking, licking, sheathing her teeth over him, each stroke bringing out sounds of pleasure from Mitch’s mouth. 

Mitch’s hands slipped in to her hair, his fingers sliding through the luscious strands, as he looked down to see her beautiful mouth covering him, her hair fanning out over him.

Fuuuck
. He loved seeing her in control, taking the reins and being completely unaware of how she could make or break him. He began to move with her and asked her to increase her speed. He wanted to make it last, to relish in the hot wetness of her mouth, but he was so close to going off.

Knowing he was ready to climax, Mitch pulled her mouth away. She looked up at him, her lips swollen and plump, questioning his action. “I’m going to come, Ry…”

He pulled her up so that her breasts lay against his arousal, pressing into the center of her cleavage as his hot release thickly covered her chest. She moved with him as he continued to pulse hot across her smooth body.

“Rylie,” he groaned out, as the intense pleasure of his release crashed through his body. As he came, and came, and came. Arms wrapped tightly around Rylie, his breathing slowly
returning to a normal rate, his hands stroking her hair as she rested comfortably on top of him. 

Mitch kissed the top of her head. “If I haven’t mentioned i
t already, that mouth of yours, when it’s not talking smack, is so damn hot. That was mind-blowing.”

She laughed, looking up at him with a teasing smile. “Huh, I always thought they called that something else.”

“Very funny, smart-ass,” he chuckled, smacking her on her ass. “Are you ready for some sleep before the sun comes up?” Her reply came in the form of a yawn.