Night Whispers - Leslie Kelly [57]
Kelsey slid her hands beneath the elastic waistband of Mitch’s sweatpants, pulling them down his legs in one smooth motion. She wrapped her arms around his back, pressing her naked body against his, loving the hard feel of his erection against her belly. Dipping her hands slightly to caress his bare hips, she slid her fingers around to explore him more intimately.
Mitch sucked in his breath at the soft touch of her hands on his swollen, throbbing flesh. “You’re killing me,” he moaned.
Unable to stand any more of her sweet torture, Mitch pulled away for just a moment and leaned down to grab the box off the bed. Kelsey followed him, pressing kisses on his chest, scraping her teeth against his nipples while she dug into his thighs with her fingertips. Mitch pulled a condom from the package, fumbling with it, unable to get the damned thing open under her relentless caresses.
Taking it from him, Kelsey tore open the packet with a sultry smile. She pushed his hand aside when he tried to take over, and slid the condom over his turgid flesh, ever so slowly, until he thought he couldn’t take another moment of not being inside her.
Picking her up with one smooth motion, he again pulled her legs around his waist, cradling her bottom in his hands. She moved slightly to position herself, and then lowered onto him, sliding over him with her exquisite warmth.
Kelsey took him inside her slowly. For all her frantic need, she wanted to savor his penetration, loving the feel of him as he gradually filled her, making her his. When he was fully sheathed in her body, she remained motionless, closed her eyes and threw her head back as she welcomed his possession.
“Tell me I’m not dreaming, Mitch,” she whispered.
He didn’t open his eyes as he responded thickly, “This is no dream, sweetheart. We’re finally where we belong.”
Mitch didn’t speak anymore, and Kelsey didn’t either. They didn’t remain still for long. Mitch’s hands were at her hips and he pulled her against him as he began to move. Kelsey caught his rhythm, matched it, positively danced to it. Growing mindless as she met his every thrust, she felt the room begin to spin and became dizzy, thinking surely she could take no more.
Then all the sensations coursing through her body centered somewhere deep within her and began exploding, over and over until she screamed with the sheer rapture of it. Mitch’s groan of satisfaction joined hers and together, still joined, they collapsed onto the bed.
A DELICIOUS MOIST WARMTH tickled the back of Kelsey’s knee, and she stretched and extended her leg. She was only slightly awake. The ticklish feeling slowly moved up the back of her thigh, and she shivered, both with the pleasure of it and from the chilly air touching her skin. Gradually, languorously, she came more fully awake and noticed the pillowcase beneath her cheek was a smooth percale, not the flannel she was accustomed to. Of course, she remembered, she was in Mitch’s bed. Remaining motionless, she sighed and enjoyed the feel of his mouth pressing kisses along her thigh.
“You’re awake, aren’t you?” he whispered against her skin, his stubbled flesh brushing against her and making her tingle.
“Uh-huh,” she said with a sigh. “What time is it?”
It was still very dark in the room, the only light coming from the green neon bedside clock, which flashed twelve o’clock in annoying repetition.
“I have no idea,” he said as he moved his mouth to her hip. “Do you care?”
“Not particularly,” she replied.
Rolling over onto her back, Kelsey held her arms out for him, but Mitch would not be rushed. He took his own sweet time running his mouth across her flat belly. His exhalations flowed gently across her flesh, making her shiver more. He kissed his way up her body, inch by agonizing inch, skirting the areas she knew would make her go wild, as if he wanted to tantalize her for as long as possible before ending the wonderful torture. Kelsey was a quivering mass of nerve endings by the time he finally reached