Loving Her (Mitchell Family #9)(39)
Author: Jennifer Foor

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Nothin’. It’s just been a while since we did somethin’ like this. I feel like I’m a teenager and we’re goin’ to get in trouble. Just promise me that if I do this, you won’t close your eyes. I don’t care how old we are. It’s still embarassin’ havin’ to explain why we drove into a ditch.” I felt her warm hands traveling underneath the elastic to my boxers. She traced the skin of my c**k with her fingertips. Even the slightest touch got me fully aroused. When she began to stroke me, I had to pay close attention to staying focused on the road. All I really wanted to do was close my eyes and enjoy what was going on.

I made it about a mile before her stroking became too intense for me to concentrate on the road. After pulling over into an abandoned driveway, turning off the car and the headlights, I was ready to enjoy what was to come next. I played with Miranda’s hair as she leaned down and took me in her mouth. Her lips were so wet and her warm saliva covered my shaft within the first stroke of her mouth.

I finally closed my eyes and concentrated on what she was doing. I’d watched her do it for so many years that I could picture it perfectly in my mind. With a quick adjustment to the seat, I was reclined, giving us both some extra room to play with.

Miranda tugged on my pants, and I lifted up my ass so she could tug them all the way off of it. She got back to the task at hand, while I rubbed her back and focused on her sweet lips surrounding my hard dick.

Her pace became rapid and I knew she wanted me to be done. Instead of letting her take my load, I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of me. In the dim light of the moon, I watched her lick her lips and look at me with confused eyes. “Not like that, baby. Hop in the back and take off those pants.”

She removed her pants and climbed into the backseat. I got out of the car, with my pants around my ankles, and got into the back. Miranda moved to the other side. She put one leg up on the front seat headrest and the other against the rear window. I left the car door ajar as I slid right in between those legs and felt for what I wanted.

Her pu**y was wet, probably from sucking on my dick for so long. It made me crazy knowing she got off on doing that. With my dick in my hand, I plowed into her without warning. She moaned as we immediately got into a good groove. I put both hands on her feet and kept her legs spread as I thrust myself inside of her again and again. The longer we went, the wetter she got. We began to make a smacking noise when our bodies came together.

I pumped her even harder, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy, there in the backseat of our family car, where fast food had been spilled and diapers had been changed.

Even with the door still open it was hot, and the windows on Miranda’s side were fogged up from the heat of her breath and body. Her head was thumping against the glass each time I rammed her. Still she begged me for more, becoming as caught up in the moment as I was.

Our kisses were rough, with no real pattern to the way our tongues moved. Her skin tasted of salt from the sweat, but it didn’t stop me from licking certain parts of it. I dug my lips into her neck and licked up to her chin. She sighed, and I did it again.

We were finally completely alone, and all I wanted to do was lose myself in her over and over, until I passed out from exhaustion.

The sweat was rolling down my face, burning my eyes, but I couldn’t back off. We were right there, both ready to explode with passion. I removed one hand from her foot and started rubbing my thumb over her clit. Even when she struggled to release, I could always count on that to make it happen.

Sure enough, Miranda reached up and grabbed the handle on the ceiling. She cried out loudly, knowing that nobody would hear her. I bucked my body against her a few more times before I felt myself tightening up and the moment of bliss overwhelming me.

We were panting, completely breathless from our heated encounter. While still in the backseat, sitting up next to one another, Miranda leaned her head on my shoulder. “That was unexpected.”

I patted her thigh. “I’ve been waiting for that shit all day. It’s a good thing I’m not an addict or anything. My balls could have exploded.”

She slapped my leg again and climbed out of the car. “You’re so full of shit.”

I laughed and climbed out, pulling up my pants and taking in the fresh, fall air. “You’re full of cum.”

We both began to laugh.

A couple hours later we were pulling up at a hotel that was right on the ocean. It was getting late, we hadn’t had anything to eat in hours, and we both needed a shower. Since I wanted to make the weekend nice, I went up to get the room and got the honeymoon suite. Miranda stood near the elevators as I approached her with the room key.

Neither of us had ever been to this particular hotel, so she had no clue that I was taking her to one of their best rooms. When we walked in and she saw it, her mouth dropped. Not only did we have a heart shaped bed, but a very large hot tub.

She dropped her bag. “Are you sure you didn’t plan this?”

“I swear. You’re the one that picked the hotel.”

We both looked around the room, and at the same time plopped down on the large bed. When it began to vibrate, we both sat up and looked at each other, then burst into laughter.

Behind Miranda was the remote to control the bed. She must have landed on it. After pushing all the buttons, the bed silenced. I grabbed the remote and tossed it to the floor, then rolled on top of her. “You look beautiful tonight, Mrs. Mitchell.”

“You don’t have to sweet talk me to get me into bed, Mr. Mitchell. Your wish is my command this weekend.”

I smiled and shook my head. “Are you sure you want to put that out there? I may require you to be my love slave and perform annilingus over and over again.”

She grabbed my face and squeezed my cheeks together, almost to the point of pain. Her lips brushed over mine, but we didn’t take our eyes off of one another. “The only slave in this room is goin’ to be you. You’re not the only one with needs, and I’ve already contributed to the cause. It’s your turn now.”

I ran my hand up her shirt and underneath her bra. Her skin was warm and her ni**les hard. “I’ll play fair.”

She grabbed the edge of my shirt and lifted it over my head. “Shut up and get naked. I want to get in that tub immediately, and you’re comin’ with me.”

I stood up on the bed and removed my shirt, then swung it around over my head. Miranda leaned up on her elbow, watching me and laughing. My pants were the next to come off. I kicked them across the room and turned around, wiggling my ass and pulling my boxers halfway down, like I was teasing her. I turned around again and grabbed my balls, thrusting in the air, while circling one of my ni**les with my finger. I licked it and circled the other one.