Physical Touch (21 page)

Rylie felt a contended thrill waking in Mitch’s arms, the gentle pressure of his hand laid across her breasts, his breath coming out in elongated puffs against her hair. It was as if all the fight had left her, as her guarded walls slowly crumbled in the night, shattering in a million pieces, washed out to sea. 

This feeling was wholly unfamiliar to her – a euphoric, happy bliss that cradled her, just as Mitch was doing to her now. She’d never felt this before, on the verge of something so deep, just as he’d been in her last night. She sighed thinking of their night together. How it started out so disastrously with Tully’s angry bullying, and her self-imposed drunken state, to a surreal night of lovemaking like she’d never before experienced. She had no idea how erotic and enjoyable sex could be when your lover is focused on giving you such sexual gratification. Mitch was so willing to give, and so easy to please in return. 

Mitch gave her the confidence to experiment and to feel seductive, and not in a manner that made her feel used or dirty. He turned her on and made it okay for her to let go and enjoy her sexuality. Just thinking about the sex they had last night brought back the familiar ache between her thighs, the same one she’d felt over the last three days with him. An ache that, although momentarily satisfied during sex, returned even stronger and with more desperation each time. How could she possibly live without this after they returned home? 

They hadn’t discussed it. This thing between them. She was pretty sure it was just temporary – a three-day affair in a tropical paradise. Mitch never once mentioned a girlfriend or wanting a relationship. She didn’t even know whether he was exclusive when he slept with a woman, or if he had a different partner every night of the week. The thought made her dizzy and sick to her stomach. She knew he wasn’t married or living
with someone, but that didn’t speak to his sex life or dating status. What did she mean to him? Would they be together again when they returned to Boston?

The anxiety gripped at her again and she felt like a caged animal. Rylie quietly got out of bed to return to her own bedroom across the hall, turning to look at Mitch’s sleeping form once more before shutting the door to his room. He was so gorgeous, his tanned and chiseled body resting peacefully, the sheets tangled up around his legs. A part of her wanted to slip back into bed next to him and wrap her arms around him, letting her hands stroke him awake.

She sighed, willing herself to let go of those thoughts and begin to distance herself from him. She had to make herself forget last night. Return to the way things were before so it wouldn’t hurt so much when the inevitable happened. He would leave her.

She was too keyed up now to go back to bed and her euphoric bubble literally burst with the morning-after weight of the world on her shoulders. Deciding a run and workout would be the answer, she dressed in her tank, running shorts and shoes, and dashed out into the blazing heat and sunlight, ready to leave her worries on the road.

As usual, the pavement under her feet quieted the thoughts running through her head. She had to get a grip on the emotional toll this was creating in her, the war inside her mind…and her heart. She nearly stumbled in the middle of the street as a thought took shape in her brain.  It was not possible. They’d had great, mind-blowing sex, and it was more than she ever imagined. But it certainly didn’t translate to the L word. Maybe lust, but anything more was inconceivable.

“No effing way,” she said aloud to herself, shaking her head and jumping at the sound of the car horn that blared at her in the intersection.

Moving onto the sidewalk, Rylie bent down to her toes, stretching her back and limbs. If she didn’t get a grip on where her mind was leading her, she would be an utter mess by the time she got back home to Mitch. 

Turning down the drive, she slowed her pace as she mentally kicked herself for being such a pussy and emotional wreck after just one night. Why she was getting caught up in something that was just a fuck was beyond her. Running up to the patio in the back,   she drew up short when she saw Mitch sitting on the veranda, shirtless in only shorts and flip-flops, looking at her with an intensity too dark to name.

“Where the hell have you been?” he bellowed. Shit, he seemed angry. Why was he mad at her?

He bounded to his feet, stalking toward her, looking like a wild, feral cat. “Can you even imagine what I thought when I woke to find you not in my bed beside me, but also nowhere on the fucking property?”

She swallowed thickly. Holy cow, he was mad. Having finally reached her, Mitch placed his hands on her hips and jerked her toward him, burying his head in her neck.

“I was going crazy with worry. Common courtesy would have suggested you leave a note or text of some kind.”

All she could think to say was, “Oh.”

Mitch yanked his head back up with an incredulous look. “Oh? Just Oh? Jesus, Rylie. You were only accosted yesterday by a lunatic man, who then sent the police after you. What if he tried something else? I was out of my mind terrified that something had happened to you this morning.”

Rylie stood there frozen, absolutely stunned into silence. She had no idea he would have been worried about her and the thought of leaving a note had never even occurred to her. His concerned outrage over her actions shamed her and she immediately felt guilty and apologetic.  

“I…I’m…sorry, Mitch,” she stammered, caught off guard by his reaction. “I didn’t do it on purpose. I just needed a run and some time alone. I didn’t realize…well, it slipped my mind to let you know.” 

He appeared somewhat mollified by her apology and swatted her butt as he followed her into the kitchen.

“Well, don’t leave me without a word next time. Got it?”

She tried to bring her heart rate down a notch and needed to rehydrate. Opening the refrigerator door, she bent down to get a bottled water.

“Hey Mitch, do you want
-” She was unable to continue her question as he grabbed hold of her hips from behind, his erection pressed against her backside. 

“Why yes, thank you…I do want…” Turning her around to face him, he grabbed the water and unscrewed the cap, taking a gulp and moving his lips to her mouth. She opened for him, as the cold water poured from his mouth into hers, a waterfall of wet lust. Rylie was caught by surprise, but quickly gave in to his cold, almost punishing kiss. He pressed her up against the stainless steel fridge, flicking her hardened nipples through her sports bra, her body immediately responding, wanting and needing more of what he sought. But her rational side took hold.

“Mitch, wait,” she said, tearing her mouth from his and pushing his chest away.  “I need a shower.”

Mitch backed away and looked her over, taking her hand in his and pulling her toward his bedroom. 

“Then by all means, you’ll get a shower,” he smiled back at her, his lips upturned in a seductive, devilish grin. “And I’ll get to live out my fantasy.”

The marbled bathroom floor was cool on her toes, as she carefully stripped out of her bra, running shorts and panties. Mitch was a step ahead of her and was already naked, standing under the shower’s spray. The marbled shower stall came equipped with a massive overhead rain shower-head and six side sprayers. 

She stepped in, admiring the view. “This shower is pretty decadent. I may never want to get out.”

“I can arrange for that. Come here, let’s get you wet.”

Rylie quirked her eyebrows at him. “That should be an easy task for you, considering how well you did last night.” She laughed, reaching behind him to grab his ass. 

“Hmm…I
like where this is heading.” Taking the lemon and sage scented shower gel, he squeezed some in his palm, returning his hand to just in front of her body. “Any particular place you’d like me to start?”

She liked the way Mitch gave her the reins to lead wherever their sexual play took them. It made her feel in control and empowered, driving them in the direction she wanted to take it, with a little co-piloting from him. Rylie licked her lips and placed her hands on both of her breasts. 

“Here.”

The corner of Mitch’s mouth twitched up into a crooked grin. Bending over just slightly, his tongue came out to flick the hardened peaks of her nipples, taking one at a time into his mouth. Once he withdrew from the first, he covered it with his hand, lathering them until they were silky and slippery with suds. 

“Mmm…they are quite dirty. They definitely need some attention.” Placing his hands on her hips, Mitch turned her around to face the marbled wall, her hands moving in front of her to lean against the hard, cold surface. Returning his hands to each sensitive breast, he continued his seduction of caressing and rubbing, as she felt the familiar ache begin building between her legs, every touch creating a rush of wet, hot heat. 

His mouth came to her ear, his rigid length pressed up against her lower back, thrusting in a slow, sensual manner. She turned her head to the side, meeting his mouth, her tongue greeting his in an erotic welcome, as he captured her mouth in a demanding kiss. 

“Where else would you like me to wash?” he asked in a hushed whisper against her mouth.

She pulled at his wrist, sliding his hand over her abs and down to her inner thigh. 

“Touch me here.”

Her legs were shaky, both from the run and the excited tension that was escalating through her body. She moaned softly as Mitch complied, his warm long fingers taking a drag of silky flesh, moving upward from just above her knee, stopping short of the spot aching for his touch. In an involuntary movement, she thrust her body forward, into his hand. 

Frustrated with his teasing, her body begged him to touch her where it counted. 

“I take it that wasn’t the spot?” he snickered, gliding his hands around her waist to cup her ass. Squeezing, he opened her legs slightly, pressing her center against the streaming jet of water coming from the sidewall shower-head. Mitch continued with the pleasure, his hand snaking down
underneath her ass and through her legs to the front, where his fingers melodically massaged her most sensitive flesh, hot and swollen with need. 

Locking her in, his chest tight against her back, his thighs and cock slammed hard against her backside, he moved in measured cadence, as Rylie rocked in tempo along with him. 

“I’m so close,” her voice shook, her body trembling. “It’s so intense…”

“Just let go. I want to feel you come.”    

Rylie was overwhelmed with the erotic contrast of the cold wall against her breasts, the hot water pulsing against her sex, and Mitch’s strong fingers bringing her to the edge of oblivion. It was a tidal wave of pleasure, as he slid two fingers inside of her, pushing in and sliding out, her hips rocking back and forth in time. 

“Oh…
ohh,” she gasped, closing her eyes as the dam burst open, flooding her with the strongest current of pleasure she’d ever felt before. She cried out, her hands wildly straining to hold on to the slick shower stall as she came with an intensity so strong she thought she’d collapse.

Her legs felt like Jell
-O. “Oh my God, Mitch.” She stammered, falling back into his arms, breathing heavy. 

Mitch brushed her wet tangled hair out of her face and kissed the side of her neck.  Breathing in her scented skin, his lips moved down her spine, his hand lingering between her legs, as she trembled with pleasure.

Without notice, he spun her around to face him, his lips at belly button level, hands between her legs, spreading them wide. 

His eyes stared up at her, wild with need. “I need to inspect my work,” he said in a husky tone. 

Rylie nearly lost it as his tongue slid across the silky rise of her heated center. Sucking. Licking. Tasting. Drinking her in. Throwing her hands into his hair, she tossed her head back in ecstasy, the waves of sensation crashing against her, bringing her to the edge of an erotic breakdown. She was so lost in the movement, the texture of his tongue, the rub of his scruff against her inner thighs. It was too much. It was sensory overload and she was coming apart again. As if he knew she couldn’t handle any more, he abruptly stopped to stand up, grabbing her face in his hands. 

“I need to be inside you. Now.”  Turning off the water, he pulled her out of the shower and into the bedroom, turning her away from him when they reached the bed, bending her over, her arms stretched out in front. 

“I want to fuck you from behind,” he said gruffly, a statement, not a question. 

Mitch positioned himself behind her, one hand on her lower back and the other reaching for her breast. There was a momentary pause and a rip of the condom packet and then he was back. 

“Put me inside you,” he instructed. 

Rylie eagerly obliged as she reached between her legs, finding his erect flesh and bringing it to her wet entrance. Mitch grunted as she circled her hips against him.

“I don’t want to be gentle.”

She breathed heavily, looking back over her shoulder at him. “Then don’t be.”

With an urgent need, Mitch dove into her as she let out a hoarse cry. He was thick and hard, filling her completely. His hands held on to her hips as he found a rhythm, pacing himself in time with her. In this position, Rylie would have normally felt a loss of control, unable to touch him or put her mouth on him. It was so deep this way, as he slid in and out of her, making her quiver as she came closer to another orgasm.