Page 24 of The Attack Zone
A small smile starts at the edge of her mouth. By the time she has my tie undone, the smile has turned into a full-on grin, and she’s moving on to unbuttoning my shirt. All the while, I’m kissing her as much as I possibly can. I kiss herlips, her neck, her nose. I kiss her like I may never get to again, which very well may be true, though I’m trying not to think about that right now.
When my shirt is off and my undershirt is thrown on the floor, she moves towards my pants. She’s kissing me sweetly as she grabs me through my pants and I take a sharp inhale against her lips. I grind myself into her hand and she moves her lips to the side of my neck. It’s one of my favorite spots to be kissed, and my body seems to be fully aware that Stacey is the one doing the kissing, because I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard from some over-the-pants stuff before. She draws her tongue up my neck to just below my ear.
“Hey, Mitch?” she whispers in my ear. The whisper sends a tingling sensation down my spine and I thrust myself into her hand again. Her touch is almost too much to bear, and I still have my pants and boxer briefs on, for god’s sake.
“Yes, love?” I say, though it comes out as more of a moan than actual words.
“I need you to fuck me,” she says, pulling away from my ear and looking up at me, eyes filled with heat. “Now.”
“Then take my pants off, love,” I say. “I have a condom in my suitcase.”
There is nothing hotter than Stacey smiling at me in lingerie, I’ve decided. But then she drops to her knees and starts to undo my pants and I realize thatthisis somehow even hotter. When my pants and briefs are around my ankles, my dick is basically begging to be set free, and Stacey seems to understand because she pulls my briefs down and it springs out.
Her eyes go wide.
“There is no way this thing is fitting inside me,” she says staring at it.
I take her chin in my hand and tilt it up. “Why do you say that?” I ask.
“Well, look at it,” she laughs, motioning to my dickdramatically. “And also, it’s sort of been a while since I’ve been with anyone but my vibrator.”
Images of Stacey pleasuring herself fill my mind, so I don’t even see it coming when her tongue is suddenly licking up my length.
“It’s alright,” she says while I try to regain what little composure I have left. “We’ll make it fit.”
“We can take it as slow as you need, love,” I say, cupping her check in my hand. I mean it, too. I’ll do this however Stacey needs to feel comfortable. I just still can’t really believe I get to do this.
“Slow isn’t really my thing,” she says as she rises up, avoiding eye contact as she does.
What is Stacey trying to tell me? Is it just me or is she being a bit timid about sex? It’s actually a little sweet because at least I’m not the only one who’s a bit nervous about this whole thing. I’m nervous because I’ve wanted her for years, though.
I bring my lips to hers and give her a deep, reassuring kiss, bending her at the waist a bit as I do. “Tell me what you want, love,” I say when we part, keeping our noses touching and running my hand up her arm.
“I want you to fuck me hard,” she says hesitantly. “I don’t like it when things are too soft.”
I want to ask her why she was so worried to tell me that. I want to tell her she deserves better than feeling ashamed of what she likes. But I don’t want her to get even more in her head about this.
I guess I’ll just have to show her instead.
I take her wrists in my hands and pull them above her head, bracing myself against her.
“Happy to,” I say before crashing my mouth onto hers. I kiss her with more intention this time, letting her know that I know exactly how to give her what she wants.
“I just have one request,” I say. Normally I wouldn’t dothis on the first go, but we’re on the subject of asking for what we want, and I want this desperately.
“What’s that?” she asks, her breath heavy.
“Say my name,” I say.
“Mitch?” She says it like a question.
“Yep,” I say with a nod. “Since we’re asking for what we want and all.”
“Okay,” she says. Then she gets a devilish grin on her face and says, “I want you to fuck me hard, Mitch.”
And with that my teeth are sinking into her bottom lip and she’s moaning against my lips. Her nails are dragging down my bare back and I’m pressing her into the door. I take her hips in my hands and flip her around to face the door, bracing my hands on either side of her.
“That was the sexiest sentence to ever be said,” I growl into her ear.Said by the sexiest woman in to ever exist, I think to myself. “Tell me what you want next, love,” I say, eager for her to take the lead. Eager for more.