Heartstrings

(15) Kelly

Kelly

I laid my purse on Mitchell's nightstand next to the box of Kleenex I brought along with me. I took my phone out of my purse, looking at the clock that read one o'clock in the morning. Not that I cared what time it was. I just wanted to have something to do with my hands. Because after what everything I've said back at the house and what Mitchell already know, I'm suddenly nervous.

Terrified, what he might have to say.

I felt his fingers brushing over my shoulders, slowly gliding down my arms then resided on my wrist, his thumb drawing delicate patterns inside my palms. His chin slid to the crook of my neck, his lips next to my ear. "I know this is inappropriate to say, but can I just say that you look beautiful tonight?"

I shivered, a smile curling my lips. "Liar. I'm all puffy and possibly gross."

In response, he pushed my hair forward over my right shoulder and drop a soft kiss onto my neck. "Beautiful. You're beautiful."

I turned around, lacing my fingers together over the back of his neck. I played with his hair curling at his neck and leaned to my tiptoes, rewarding him with a lingering kiss. I nipped at his bottom lip, scraping just slightly.

His hand settled firmly around my waist. He tipped his head forward, taking control of the kiss. His hand slid over my back until he they found the zipper of my dress. He pulled it down slowly, gravity doing the rest.

My dress pooled around my feet.

He backs away from the kiss and let his eyes rake hungrily over me as I stood in my black lace bra and panties.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, tugging me back toward him for another kiss. He plastered a hand on my bareback, undoing the clasp of my bra. I half expected an escalation to his pace, but he stayed gentle.

He broke the kiss, but only to lay me down gently on the bed and crawled over me.

I unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it over his sculpted shoulder, exposing him to me.

His eyes latched to mine as he skimmed my sides with the pads of his fingers and pause at the seams of my panties, sliding them down my legs and off.

When his mouth came down to mine, I was practically panting with anticipation. His tongue flicked over my bottom lip and I allowed him entrance.

His tongue slid hot and possessive.

I reach down between us, unbuckling his belt. I flick the button of his jeans, sliding his zipper down. I dipped my hand inside, exploring every inch.

He groaned against my mouth.

"Fuck," he growled. He pulls back from the kiss, squeezing his eyes shut as he grows harder against my palm. He fought for control but ended up wrapping his hand around my wrist and pinning it above my head. "With you, Kelly."

I nodded eagerly.

He rained kisses on my neck and nibbled on my collarbone, his hand going over to cup my breast.

My eyes fluttered close and suddenly it wasn't enough. I wanted more. More and now.

"Mitchell. Please, now." I framed his face between my fingers.

His eyes went navy blue.

"Please," I whispered.

He gives me a hard long kiss before shoving his jeans down his hips. He clutched my ankle, ushering my leg around his hips. Then he enters me, deliciously slow and possessively deliberate.

I gasped, throwing my head back. "Mitchell." His name dragged, saying words I couldn't just yet.

His body collided with mine as he continues filling me with his length with slow, sure strokes.

I clawed at his shoulder, relishing every push and denying every withdrawal. Mitchell makes love to me in the sweetest pace there was. Then I came apart in his arms, giving in to a violent shiver as I take him with me.

Mitchell let's out a guttural sound, finding his own release. His head dropped in the hollow between my shoulder and neck.

And when we finally caught our breaths, he shifted himself to the side, bringing me to his chest, our skin hot and damp against each other.

I rested my cheek on his chest, listening to his heart beating in synchrony with mine.

There were things that needed to be said.

But we didn't.