Page 140 of On the Line
“Everything these last few days has been magical,” she said, voice muffled into his skin. “I was afraid I’d lost it again.”
Mitch tunneled his fingers in her hair and tugged so that she was forced to meet his gaze. “I’m not going anywhere,” he told her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Ever.”
She relaxed against him. “Good,” she said. “I couldn’t survive it again.”
He rolled them so he was on top of her, hands still cradling her head as she instinctively widened her legs so he could settle between them.
Sometime in the darkest hours of the morning, Lexie had woken up to Mitch. They had fallen asleep with her curled up against his chest, and she carefully disentangled her limbs from his before quietly getting out of bed to strip off her dress and toss one of Mitch’s t-shirts over her head. When she crawled back in next to him and even in his sleep, he reached for her. Surrounded by his strength and scent, Lexie had felt home for the first time in a long time, and slept soundly for the first time in months.
While Lexie had been asleep, Mitch must’ve woken up and shed his button-up and pants, clad only in his boxers, and the morning sun now lit his chest and abs, turning all that smooth skin golden brown. She couldn’t help marveling at him. Even after months of no longer playing professional hockey, he still resembled a statue of a Greek god, all broad shoulders and muscles that rippled when he shifted. She wanted to lick every inch of him from head to toe.
Where their joining the night before was frantic, all wet mouths and nails dragging across skin, sex this morning was an entirely different affair.
It wasn’t just sex; it was making love.
Slowly, Mitch trailed kisses across her throat and shifted down her body, nuzzling her breasts through the worn cotton of his shirt. When he sucked a nipple into his mouth through the fabric, Lexie’s eyes rolled back in her head, and he chuckled when she dug her fingers into his shoulders and pushed him lower.
“You’re awfully greedy,” he said to her, lifting the hem of the shirt to pepper her stomach with hot, open-mouthed kisses. Then he ran a finger over her slit, which was already aching for him, and said, “And awfully wet.”
Lexie squirmed under him. “This is what you do to me,” she said, straining her neck to look down at him. “Now quit playing with me.”
“I love playing with you,” he said, hooking his fingers around the edges of her panties and pulling them down her legs, discarding them across the room. “It’s been over a year since I’ve had you like this, Lex. I plan on taking my time.”
And he did, starting with long, slow licks designed to drive her wild. After several torturous minutes, he inserted one finger, and then another, lazily pumping them in and out of her while still lapping at her clit.
By the time he closed his mouth around her nub, she was panting, and when he curled his fingers inside her and sucked her clit hard into his mouth, she went off like a bomb, back arching off the bed, screaming his name into the pillow she had covered her face with.
After all this time, he still knew exactly what to do to have her completely coming apart under his skillful mouth and hands.
He worked her through it, the shockwaves lasting for several long moments, and when she calmed, she mustered just enough strength to dig her fingers into his hair and pull him back up her body.
“I hate you,” she said when he pressed his mouth to hers.
He grinned against her lips and said, “No you don’t.”
He was right; she opposite of hated him.
She stretched her arms over her head, arching her breasts so that they pressed against his chest, and then relaxed and snaked her hands between them, palming his cock through his boxers. “As much as I’d like to pay you back for that little performance,” she said with a squeeze that had him biting off a groan, “I need you inside me right now.”
Mitch needed no further encouragement, and she, once again, found herself amazed by how quickly he moved that massive body of his, even with a bad back. Quickly, he backed off the bed, stripped his boxers off, and jumped back on, settling himself between her thighs. He gripped his dick by its base and ran it along her sex, once again toying with her.
“Mitchell…” Lexie warned, lifting her legs and crossing her heels behind his back, trying to pull him forward.
“You want this?” He asked, giving her a smarmy grin like some male lead in a terrible old-school porno film.
“You know I do,” she said.
“Come get it.”
Mitch was on his back a second later, Lexie lowering herself onto him the next.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, gripping her hips tightly as she started to move.
Lexie had forgotten how deep he got when they were like this, and her first couple of movements were shallow, barely coming off and barely lowering back on, until she had stretched enough to accommodate him.
And when everything had finally relaxed, she picked up speed, the bed rocking enough underneath them that the headboard repeatedly smacked into the wall.
Everyone in the house would be awake soon if they weren’t already, and Lexie didn’t give a single fuck.
