Heartstrings

(10) Kelly

Kelly

I know I said me having sex with my old flame is not going to happen. I thought I could keep it in my pants but my hands on Mitchell's chest is better than kept to myself. Especially now that he's kissing him senseless, trapping me between the door and his body. I don't know how but we did manage to make it inside his house.

His mouth moved to my jaw, trailing kisses down my neck.

I arched my back when he nipped at my skin, surprised how it was so achingly familiar. I wind my arms around his neck as he shifted his mouth back to mine and kisses me hungrily. This supposed to feel wrong. Sex will only complicate things further. It should feel wrong but all I could think about is how it feels like we're supposed to be doing this forever.

That we were meant to be doing this.

His mouth leaves mine, but only so we could gasp for air. But by this time, I needed more than just his mouth. "Mitchell," I breathed.

His eyes locked to mine.

"Touch me."

His eyes widened in response.

I leaned for a soft kiss. "For old time's sake?"

He slowly nods. "For old time's sake."

His mouth was back on mine, this time, sliding his hands under my sweater. His palms were warm against my skin as they stroke my sides. They crawled further upward, his fingertips brushing the base of my bra.

We both groaned.

"Think we can make it to my bedroom?" He asks between kisses.

I nodded.

He swathed an arm around my back, the other on the back of knees. He lifted me off the ground and carried me upstairs to his bedroom. Once he put me back to my feet, I pulled at his sleeves for another kiss.

He walks us to the bed, never breaking the kiss. He tugs my sweater over my head and toss it over his shoulder. His eyes greedily roamed over my exposed skin, his hands following where they trailed. His fingers trace the seam of my bra, slowly making their way to my back. He paused when they reached the hook of my bra – it was the point of no return.

And I don't want to go back either.

His eyes fixed on mine as he unhooked my bra. He palms one of my breasts, the contact almost driving me to the edge. He lowered his lips to mine, capturing my moan.

He teases me with his thumb and my back arched to him. He then lowers his head, his mouth closing over the tip of breast while his hand molds the other.

I threw my head back, eyes snapping shut, my fingers grabbing his hair.

"Mitchell," I panted. I'm afraid to say more than his name. I might say the wrong thing that might make him stop. And I'd do anything to not make him stop.

My eyes flew open when I feel the mattress against my back and realized he's laid me on the bed. I fumble for the hem of his shirt, because I wanted to touch him everywhere. Giving in to my silent plea, he reaches behind his head and tugged his shirt off.

My hands were on him in record time, grazing the hard planes of his abs, traveling south so I can unbuckle his belt. He clasped my wrists in his hand and pinned them to my head, his mouth tangling with mine.

He lets go of my wrists, but only to unbutton my jeans and tug them down. His eyes traveled over my body, dark blue with pure want. He lifted himself off me and I groaned in protest. He chuckles softly. He took off his pants and stood mightily in black briefs that makes me want to tug him down impatiently.

He lowered himself on top of me, I clung to his arm like my life depended on it. He pulls back slightly, his fingers hooking my panties down my legs. His mouth returns to my neck, nibbling and sucking. But his hand crawling between my legs has build up more anticipation.

His thumb circled my sensitive nub.

I cried out.

I arched to his hand, needing more.

Granting my request, he gently pump a finger inside me.

I gasped.

He raises to his elbow, his forehead against mine, his gaze latching into mine as he added a second finger and pump faster, his thumb circling in perfect rhythm. Pressure build up in my lower belly. I dug my nails on his arm, struggling to keep my eyes open.

"Come for me, Kelly," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

I shattered like crystal.

He lets me recover from the high and kisses my forehead. "Do I need a condom?"

"Still on the Pill," I managed to say.

With that, his briefs were off, his knee nudging my legs apart.

I tensed underneath him.

"What's wrong?"

My cheeks seared. "Nothing."

"Kelly."

I gulped, knowing he could see the lie. "Nothing. It's just, it's been a really long time since I..." I swallowed.

His eyes darkened in understanding and... something else. When he dipped his head again, the kiss was soft and gentle. "I'll go slow," he says against my lips.

I part my legs further for him.

His hardness nudges my opening. Slowly, he eases inside little bit at a time, allowing me to adjust to him... again.

"Fuck." He grunts, his teeth gritting.

I moaned at the sensation of him.

He pushes another inch and now he's all the way in. Then he pulls out slowly and thrusts back in with the same deliberate slowness. He kept the rhythm until I fully adjusted and was left wanting more.

I gripped his arm. "Harder, Mitchell."

His gaze snapped to mine. Are you sure?

I arched toward him. Yes.

He groaned. His hand slid down my sides, down the back of my leg, hooking it around his hips. He pulls out once again, this time he pushes back in a possessive stroke that made me cry out. He captured my hands in his and pinned them to my head as he slammed into me again and again.

I relish at the feel of our bodies colliding in a perfect rhythm.

Then he plunged harder, driving me to the edge.

I clenched around him as he gives another thrust before letting out a harsh breath and shuddered against me.