Page 25 of The Attack Zone
“I want your hands on me,” she says. “On my tits.”
My dick stiffens against her ass as I bring my hands to her incredible chest and pull her back against me. I let her tits fill my hands and squeeze them strongly while I run my lips down her neck and nibble lightly.
“Good, love,” I say. My hands find her nipples and I tug at them through the lace of her bra. They harden instantly, and I give them another small pull. Her head falls back against my shoulder and her head turns until her lips find mine. We kiss with greed and fervor, while my hands continue to explore which motions she seems to like as she moans into my mouth.
“I’m so wet, Mitch,” she says, guiding my hand down between her legs. She’s right. She’s soaking through the lace.
I guide my hand inside the lace and stroke downward until I can slide a finger inside of her.
“Use two,” she says.
I follow her instructions and insert a second finger insideof her. My lips roam to her neck as I slide my fingers in and out hard and fast, just like I know she’ll like it. She’s dripping down my hand and I want to taste her on my tongue so badly, but I could tell she was self-conscious about it earlier so I bring my mouth her ear and say, “Just for a second, I’d really like to taste you, love.”
“Okay,” she says, and I’m on my knees, spinning her around in two seconds flat. I pull her panties to the side and lick up her as she drips.
I circle her with my tongue and bring my hand up again. I thrust those same two fingers inside her and let my tongue go to work. Before I know it her hands are braced on my head and she’s grinding into my mouth. I let out a moan against her and I hear her say, “Fuck yes, Mitch.”
I rise up because I don’t want her to come, not yet. I want this to last as long as I can possibly make it because I know this might be my only chance. I kiss her against the door and grab at her tits again, using the wet from her to circle her nipples. “Tell me what you want now, love,” I say.
“Condom,” she says.
“Okay,” I say. Then I pick her up with ease, wrapping her legs around my waist, and carry her across the room to the bed. I toss her down and quickly move to my suitcase. Once I find it, I rip the condom open with my teeth and slide it on. I reach out and grab her legs to pull her to the edge of the bed and she lets out a little gasp as I do.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says as she reaches out to guide me in, sliding the lace to the side. I almost fill her before I’m all the way in, but she wiggles her hips and relaxes around me, and I slide inside her completely. It’s tight; so tight that I’m not sure how long I’m going to last.
“Not too softly,” she says.
“Okay,” I say. “Keep telling me what you want, love.” I ache to hear more of what she likes. I ache to deliver it to her.
“Fuck me now. Hard, Mitch,” she says. It’s almost like she’s begging and I guess I’m not going to last long at all, because when Stacey Anderson begs you to fuck her hard, that’s exactly what you do.
I pull out and wait for a second. She’s spread out on the bed before me like a fucking goddess while I stand over her. I slam myself into her and she lets out the world’s most sensual moan. I thrust again, and again, and again as she begins to cry out. I have to hold onto her legs for leverage as I continue to move.
“What do you want, love?” I ask with a pant.
“I want to touch my own tits,” she says, and I think that this might be the luckiest, best moment of my damn life. And I won The Stanley Cup last year, for crying out loud.
“Do it, love,” I pause my movements. “And say my name when you do.”
“Okay, Mitch,” she says. Then she brings her hands from where they’ve been grabbing at the bedding and raises them to her chest. She pulls down the cups of her bra and her generous tits bounce free. She takes each in a hand and starts to grab at them hungrily, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip again. I start thrusting into her again and I’m so close I’m barely holding on. Then she takes each nipple between her fingers and tugs at them. “Mitch,” she cries out, her head falling back.
“Mitch,” she moans again. “I’m so close, Mitch,” she says, grabbing at her chest again. “Mitch, oh fuck,” she sobs, her back arching up off of the bed. Her hands fly to the bedding and she fists it in her hands as she tightens around me. “Mitch, I’m coming,” she says. “Mitch ... Mitch ... Mitch …” She says it like a chant, and I can’t hold on anymore. I join her in her release as she continues to say my name, over and over again.
“Fuck, Stacey,” I say as I start to come down.
Eventually, I have pull out and go to discard the condom. Icome back to the bed to see Stacey laying there looking like some sort of perfect renaissance painting. Her back is to me, hair flowing down onto the pillow. She’s on top of the covers, still completely naked, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
After having the most intense sexual experience of my life, I’m not sure what to do with myself. Especially because this is Stacey. What on earth are we supposed to do now?
“Hey, love,” I say, tentatively laying down beside her.
She rolls over to face me, a small smile on her lips. “Hey, Mitch,” she says.
I will never be able to hear her say my name again without thinking about this night, I realize.
“Should we talk about it?” I ask.