Scheduled sex tends not to be romantic. It’s even worse when you’re nervous about the whole thing to start with. But Mitch was a magician. We cleaned up after dinner without even mentioning our new toy. I stood at the sink and washed while Mitch dried and put away, and every time she passed by she’d touch me. A hand on the waist, fingers on my shoulders, and every little contact made me more and more aware of her physical presence.
After we finished I thought sure she was going to lead me back to the bedroom, but she didn’t. Instead we cuddled on the couch watching the night session from New York, talking tennis, and then not talking and just holding. And then came gentle kisses, sweet nuzzles, and soft caresses before Mitch stood and guided me to my feet.
I was so lost in her that I barely noticed her scoop the strap on up as we headed to our room. We stood at the edge of the bed, slowly undressing each other, and when I was nude Mitch guided me into the center of the mattress.
She set her new accoutrement at the edge of the bed and crawled over me, finding my mouth with hers and kissing me deeply. Any anxiety I was still feeling was rapidly dribbling away as Mitch moved her lips to my ears and then down my neck. She spent some time on my breasts before moving further south, and I was fully wet and aroused by the time she took my sex into her mouth.
We’d done exactly this a hundred times before, which I knew was precisely what Mitch was going for, trying to put me totally at ease. And as my first orgasm rolled over me, I’d say she succeeded.
She took me almost all the way back to the promised land a second time before she kissed my inner thighs and turned me onto my stomach. This was different, and I gasped as Mitch began to kiss down my spine. She worked slowly, caressing my bottom as she headed further south.
Mitch rose up and grasped my hips. “Get up on your knees, baby. Let me see that beautiful butt of yours.”
I obeyed, sticking my backside wantonly into the air. As soon as I did Mitch slid her hand between my legs, caressing my sex from front to back before pushing two fingers deep inside me. I moaned into the pillow. It was perfect, and in and out she went. I felt wanton and primal, offering myself to my mate.
“Don’t move.”
I felt her weight leave the bed, and I could hear her working the metal clasps on the strap on. Moments later she was kneeling behind me. The length of the phallus slid between my legs and glided against the dripping wetness of my sex, followed again by Mitch’s fingers. She was using my own nectar to lube it up, and my hands gripped the edge of the mattress as I prepared for what was coming.
I felt the tip press against my opening. “Ready?”
“Uh-huh.”
Mitch’s hands tightened on my hips and she pushed inside me.
“Ohhh my god!” It felt amazing, completely different from anything I’d experienced before. Mitch pulled out and drove in again, deeper this time, and I pushed my hips back to increase the penetration. My lover began a steady rhythm, and I could feel her thighs touch mine with every thrust as the texture of the phallus played over the sensitive skin of my entrance.
Every time the blue length drove in it hit a spot deep inside me that sent pleasure streaming from my pussy out into my limbs, all the way to my fingers and toes. I pushed myself up onto my elbows, bettering the angle, and we settled into a steady rhythm that set my whole body vibrating with pleasure.
“Is that good, baby?”
“Uh-huh.” I somehow managed to squeak the words. “Don’t stop, please.”
“Oh, I won’t. Promise.” The confident husk in her voice sent a thrill up my spine, and I settled back into the glorious rhythm she was setting. I could hear the wet sounds of Mitch’s penetration, something I’d never experienced before. And the building, thrumming pleasure, notching up with each blessed stroke, was beyond heady.
I have no idea how long we’d been going when Mitch leaned forward. I was just starting to worry that I wasn’t going to get there before one of us tired, remembering statistics I’d read of how few women could orgasm from penetration alone.
“Do you want to come, sweetheart?”
Oh, god, yes, I needed to come. I was desperate for it. “Oh, please.”
Her hand slipped around my leg, over my lower abdomen, through the downy blonde hair on my mons and over my clit.
I groaned, wanton and lustful as my orgasm went from questionable to inevitable, and my muscles coiled in preparation for release. And suddenly, after several more exquisite moments, the dam broke and I howled into the night as I pulsed and spasmed around the still stroking length inside me.
She slowed as I began to come down, the phallus slipping out of me as I collapsed onto the bed. I rolled over, holding out my shaking arms. She covered me, kissing me deeply before pulling away.
“Good?”
“Yes.” I nodded, wrapping my legs around her waist. I reached down between us, grasping the length still attached to Mitch’s lower torso and guiding it inside me. “More?”
“So much more.” She began stroking again, filling me beautifully as she hovered above me. I rocked my hips up with every stroke, and it felt wonderful, but what was really wonderful were her eyes. She stared into mine with such incredible passion and intensity. I have no idea how simple, boring me could inspire that kind level of feeling in someone as incredible as Michelle Kirkpatrick.
But I did, and it was all in her eyes. I wasn’t always the quickest to pick up on other people’s feelings, but I couldn’t deny what I was seeing. She wanted nothing more than to be close to me, to make me happy and give me pleasure. And my heart broke with love for her. She kissed me, and I sank into the feeling. I belonged completely to her, and I wanted just this, forever.
When my next orgasm found me it was more soul than body, as I moaned in cadence with the pleasure. It was the most intense, whole being experience of my life, and when it passed I was just desperate to be held close by the woman I loved.
She slipped out of me, and for a horrible moment she wasn’t touching me as she divested herself of our new toy. I whined pathetically as I reached for her. She had it off in a jiff, though, and moments later she was pulling me into her embrace.
My head rested on her strong bicep as her other arm circled my waist. She threw her leg over me and I was completely wrapped up in her, blissfully and deliriously happy.
“Was that good?” Mitch asked.
“Mm-hm. So good. I love you.”
“Oh, baby, I love you, too.”
“We can do that again, right?”
Mitch laughed. “As much as you want. But it’s time for bed, isn’t it?”
“Mm, yeah.” We slid off the bed so we could turn down the sheets, and when I climbed in Mitch sat on the edge of the bed.
“You need anything?”
I shook my head. “No. Just cuddles.” I reached out to her, smiling in that innocent, girlish way that I knew made Mitch crazy. It had the desired effect, as my lover slid into bed with alacrity, kissing me deeply and pulling me close. I lay my head on her chest, falling asleep listening to the soft sound of her breathing and the steady, powerful beat of her heart.