Page 39 of Finding Limits

“Not just like this, I want us to be together, fully together.” I look between us where he’s hard and pressing between my legs. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to belong to you.”

Mitch slowly nods his head and looks very serious.

“I’d like that too.” He strokes his thumb over my cheek and smiles as if he’s nervous too. “I guess we should get back home.”

“No.” I shake my head back at him. “Here, like this.” I slide my fingers over the buckle of his belt, praying that he won’t deny me. I’m calm and comfortable, surrounded by beautiful things that I never thought I’d have the chance to see. This moment feels right.

“Ev, when this happens it should be done properly. Not on a flatbed of a truck out in the open.” Now he really looks nervous.

“This is perfect, it’s just you and me.” I look at all the space around us and take his hand, placing it over one of my breasts. Just the way he squeezes it makes my pussy throb like it’s missing something.

“Mitch, I’m ready,” I assure him with a smile.

“Ya sure?” He frowns. “Because I don’t wanna get this wrong, the second you?—”

“You won’t get it wrong, you always know what I need.” I go to slide off him and lie back but he holds me firm, preventing me from moving.

“You should be in control of this,” he tells me, loosening his hold to unbuckle himself and open up his jeans. “You take what ya want, Evy, you control the pace, you decide when we stop.” He nods at me.

Taking his cock in his hand he lets it spring out between us. And when his fist bunches up my skirt and pushes it up to my waist, I feel the head of his cock brush against my panties.

“Just that feels nice,” I laugh at myself. Starting to wonder if I will be able to take him all inside me.

“How about this?” Mitch hooks my panties to one side and allows his cock to slide inside them, his thick tip sliding between my folds and bringing a little relief to the ache inside me.

“It’s nice.” I nod back, starting to move my hips to get more of it.

“You're gettin’ real wet.” He reaches up his hand and slips his fingers into my mouth. “Wet these for me too,” he orders, and when I suck hard at his fingers I feel his cock pulse against me.

“You’re so damn perfect, don’t ever let anyone tell ya anythin’ different.” He uses the fingers I just wet to stroke away the tension that I feel pulsing on the outside, his fingers and his cock working in the perfect sequence to build something up inside me that I’ve never experienced before.

“Mitch, what’s happening?” My hips seem to be moving on their own now, as if my body knows what it needs but my head hasn’t caught up.

“Mitch.” I slam my hand into his shoulder and grip tight because I don’t know what to expect.

“Fuck, Evy, I gotta taste it. Rest your hands against the back of the cab,” he tells me as he quickly shimmies his body low enough for his head to rest between my legs. I’m glad that I did as he said when I feel his warm, wet tongue replace his cock and fingers. My whole body jolts when I feel one of his fingers slip inside me as his mouth kisses and his tongue strokes between my legs. Whatever it is that's been building inside me gets even stronger, turning into a wave of pleasure that I have no choice but to ride. My body tingles and my stomach feels on fire as I lose all control of myself. I cry out but not from pain, from something very different, and unlike anything I’ve ever encountered before. I never want it to end and I slam my hand against the back of Mitch’s truck cab when it starts to sustain. Mitch slides himself back up to me wearing a huge grin on his face.

“I’m gonna take it that you enjoyed that.”

I grab him and kiss him, unsure what it was, or how he managed it, but so grateful for it that I could cry. What Mitch just gave me is proof that no matter what's been done to me in my past, I can find pleasure in our connection.

“I’m ready,” I whisper, feeling as if my chest is going to explode from all the excitement inside it. Any nerves I had are gone. All I want now is to be connected with Mitch.

“Okay, darlin’.” Suddenly the smile drops from his lips and Mitch looks serious again. “But you stop whenever you need to. You're in control, remember?” he reminds me, taking his cock in his hand and guiding it toward my opening. His head nods at me once I feel him in place, pressing hard against me and threatening to stretch me with his size. I already know it’s going to hurt, but it’s a pain I want, one I’ve chosen to take and so I steadily lower myself over him.

“Grrrr, Jesus Christ, you’re tight,” Mitch growls, holding on to my hip as I slip more and more of myself over him. It stings a little, but the soft stroke of his hand against my thigh and the encouragement on his face, seem to make it all tolerable.

“I’m sorry, I have to take it slow.” I bite my lip.

“Don’t apologize. I like it. I wanna feel every inch of ya,” he tells me with tension in his eyes.

I smile back at him with a newfound confidence, resting my palms on his strong chest and dropping my body enough to take him all the way. His hold on me becomes much more strained, and the veins in his arms bulge and he closes his eyes and holds his breath.

“Are you okay?” I check, wondering how could I have gotten this wrong.

“I’m fine.” His voice comes out raspy. “It’s just, you feel so fuckin’ good.” My stomach aches from where I hold him inside me, especially when I start to laugh in relief, and when Mitch joins me, he curls his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me down so our foreheads are touching.

“That’s the most beautiful sound in the world, ya know that?” he whispers. “And this?” he rolls his hips and stirs himself inside me. “Fuckin’ perfect.”

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