Mitchell switched on the TV. The screen was immediately filled by a bare male bottom and I choked on my coffee as I laughed. Mitchell flicked channels, but then realised I was still coughing and patted me forcefully on the back. I shuddered a deep breath and turned to thank him, but the words caught in my throat as I sank once more into that pair of dark eyes. They flicked between mine as my lips parted. Christ, I could just picture those eyes boring into mine as he entered me. Christ, I was pissed and my imagination was going into overdrive. Except . . . except he wasn’t moving away as he should have. He wasn’t smiling and asking if I was OK. He was simply looking at me, his hand still resting on my back, and lust was drawing between my thighs. I wanted him.
‘Mitchell,’ I breathed.
‘Susie . . .’ and then his lips were on mine and I was freefalling into his kiss.
He slid his fingers around my neck and pressed my mouth harder onto his. As he leaned back, he gently pulled me with him onto the sofa until I was lying on top of him, hungrily devouring him as I ran my fingers over his chest and down over his stomach. He smoothed over my top, his hand catching my breast and gently massaging it.
‘Susie . . . ?’
‘Aha?’ I gasped.
‘Shall we . . . ?’
I drew back, brushing my hair away from my face. I flicked my eyes towards the stairs and he smiled. He took my hand and led me upstairs and into what appeared to be a typical male bedroom, untidy with a dishevelled bed.
‘I’ll just go to the . . .’
‘Sure. I’m not going anywhere.’
I returned to the bedroom to find Mitchell hurriedly trying to tidy the room. ‘Don’t bother on my account,’ I said. ‘Now, where were we?’ I pressed my body against his and started to kiss him, sinking delightfully into the softness of his lips, the feel of his tongue tentatively exploring my mouth as I ran my hands over the firm muscles of his chest. This guy was hot and I was feeling horny. Perfect.
I manoeuvred him towards the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. Foreplay? Plenty of time for that. Afterwards. I wanted him now. He tugged his shirt out of his jeans and undid the belt, letting them drop to the floor as I ran his fingers under his vest, feeling the smooth skin of his stomach and then his soft chest hair, shoving the material up his body and over his head until he stood in front of me in only his shorts, his jeans pooled around his ankles.
Christ, he was fit and I paused to take in the gorgeousness of him, biting my lip as my eyes travelled down his body and then back up to meet his. I smiled and he grinned back at me.
‘This seems a little unfair,’ he said as he stepped out of his jeans.
‘So what do you intend to do about it?’
‘Watch?’
I slapped him playfully, but he grabbed my wrist gently and drew me towards him. Leaning towards him, kissing him, I started to wriggle out of my top, only parting from him to draw it over my head. His fingers expertly undid my bra and I flicked it onto a nearby chair and then shrugged off my trousers, kicking them in the same general direction until we were both standing only in underwear.
‘Wow,’ he said, eyes flicking over my body. Unusually, I felt a sense of confidence that normally eluded me, but Mitchell was so appreciative that I felt gorgeous and desired. I suspected the wine had something to do with fuelling my self-confidence, but probably not as much as the way Mitchell was looking at me.
I rested my hand on his shoulder and pushed him backwards towards the bed. He sat down and I straddled his legs, looking down at him as he started to kiss up my stomach.
I ran my fingers through his soft, messy hair, and then leaned forward, pushing him back onto the bed. I lowered myself onto his hardness, rubbing myself against him through our underwear. I could feel already how moist I was, so turned on by the feel of him. He reached up to cup my breasts in his hands, flicking his fingers over my nipples which responded immediately, hardening under his touch as I ground against him, catching my clitoris against his cock so that it sent bolts of sensation through my body until I could wait no longer.
‘I want you,’ I whispered. ‘I want you inside me.’
‘I want you too.’ His voice was low and husky.
I stood and inched out of my knickers as he removed his shorts and then I knelt astride him again, this time, guiding him oh so slowly into me, revelling in the feel of him entering me. I realised I was holding my breath and released it as a sigh as I felt the length of him inside me and leaned forward, dropping my hands either side of his head. I started to move, slowly, undulating my hips so that he moved inside me. He rested his hands on my hips, drawing me harder onto him and I gasped, clenching my muscles around his cock so that he smiled up at me.
‘Christ, Mitchell,’ I muttered as he upped the pace. I lowered myself onto my elbows and pressed my breasts against his chest. I could feel his body surprisingly cool against mine as I pressed my face against his neck. I gently nibbled him and I felt him tense and then thrust harder and deeper into me, igniting my orgasm so that I groaned and reached out for something to anchor myself with. I grasped the sheets, twisting them in my hands as he bucked into me.
‘Mitchell, Mitchell,’ I gasped.
‘Oh God, Susie,’ but if he said anything else, it was lost as I thrust my head into the bedclothes and groaned my coming.
Collapsing onto him, he held me tight and I breathed in the warm rich scent of him. As my breathing calmed, I rolled to one side, stretching out luxuriantly, wallowing in the emotions that were still surging round my body. But Mitchell hadn’t finished with me. He started to kiss up my body, across my stomach, and then up onto my breasts.
He started to lap at my nipple with his tongue before he took it between his lips and sucked at it, hard, sending bolts of electricity through my nerves. He started to tweak my other nipple with his fingertips and my breathing became ragged as he focused his attention on my breasts. My groin was calling for his touch and I squirmed, forcing my thighs together to put pressure on my clitoris. Echoes of my previous orgasm reignited. He swapped his mouth onto my other breast, leaning his body across mine and I could feel his erection pressing against my leg. I turned towards him and hooked my leg over his thigh, drawing his groin towards mine.
He took the hint and used his knee to part my legs and then knelt between them, still sucking and tweaking my nipples as he slid so slowly and exquisitely into me. He started to move inside me, kissing up my neck, loitering there, breathing heavily, nibbling and sucking at the skin before seeming to collect himself and draw back from me onto his hands. I raised my knees, forcing him deeper into me, and then wrapped my legs around his waist, angling myself so that every thrust reached into my depths, and I couldn’t hold on, my orgasm forcing me to grip onto him, my nails scraping his skin as I forced him deeper into me, bucking my hips up at him to gain maximum satisfaction.
As I arched my back and groaned, I could feel him thrusting hard and fast into me and I responded, pushing back against him until my orgasm relaxed my muscles and I collapsed back onto the bed, sated.
