Mitchell's Power Play

Loving

MITCHELL

I woke up with my nose buried in Sammy's soft hair, her back against my front and my arm around her waist. She was warm and naked under my sheets and still asleep. Soft snores escaped her lips, and I smiled as I tugged her closer to me.

She had told me she loved me last night, and I had said it back. Three little words... and they were a hell of a lot more important than most others. For me, it was probably the most meaningful words I'd ever heard, but somehow it had felt completely natural.

I'd expected the one day I'd finally hear them - or hoped that I would one day- that it would be a huge deal. Like fireworks going off or something monumental, but it hadn't... it had just been normal, like a natural progression. It had felt right. Natural.

Sammy moved in her sleep, wiggling that fine ass of hers closer to me, which just made my already present morning wood even harder.

"Mm, hello there," Sammy said, her voice hoarse from sleep. She flipped over and blinked a few times before she was able to focus her hazel colored eyes on mine.

I responded with a "good morning" and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose as she struggled to fully wake up.

"Good morning indeed," she grinned devilishly and a second later, I felt her hand as it wrapped around my dick.

"Oh, yes, hey now."

She chuckled softly but leaned in to press her soft lips against mine. I responded, of course. How could I not? She was mine. All mine. Beautiful; tall, slender, with small but perky tits. Her hair was a bit of a mess, but it didn't matter. She was still gorgeous. And naked. Let's not forget that part. Naked in my bed.

In the past, having a naked woman in my bed grab a hold of my erection would have been enough to seriously get me going. The fact that Sammy and I had declared that we loved each other took things to a whole other level.

She sighed longingly when I coaxed her mouth open and our tongues met. Her little noises were like a direct connection to my dick. I went rock hard and barely managed to hold back a loud groan.

My arms tightened around her in an attempt to get her as close to me as possible. I needed her. I wanted to connect, to become one...

Sammy proceeded to wrap a long, slender leg around my hip, and I wasn't able to hold back the groan any longer. I could feel her soft, hot arousal against me. She was so ready.

Damn, life was good.

"Mitch..." she whispered as she began to rock against me.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I want you."

"You have me."

Her eyes flashed with something dark. "Then stop teasing," she demanded.

I grinned as my hands trailed down the length of her back until I could grab onto her hips and lift her on top of me. "Go ahead and have your wicked ways with me," I teased.

She grinned, and I knew it had been the right move. She adjusted herself by placing her hands on my chest and, with a slight shift of her hips, she had me right where she wanted me. I bit my lip in an attempt to hold back. Her hot, wet arousal rubbed against my already weeping cock with every movement she made.

"Mitch," she groaned again. "Put a condom on."

"So bossy this morning," I managed to answer in a teasing tone, but I was right with her. The need to be joined suddenly over ruled every other thought.

After moving her down to my thighs, I grabbed a condom off the night table and started to roll it on. There were already a few empty wrappers there from the night before.