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bellybutton. Her soft gasp turned into a squeal when he trailed kisses lower, his hand slipping between her legs as his mouth reached the tight curls shielding her labia. Looking up at her, he noted her knuckles were white from gripping the rail so hard, her face crimson from embarrassment.
    “What are you doing?” Hannah cringed at the way her voice came out in a breathless squeak. She was trying desperately not to appear as naïve as she was, but with his face so close to her most private area, it was difficult not to cower away like a frightened virgin.
    “Open your legs and I’ll show you,” he said as he attempted to push against her tightly clasped thighs.
    “Not until you come back up here. Please.” She couldn’t imagine why he wanted his face where it was, but Hannah wasn’t about to give him an up close and personal look at her sheath. Not only would such close scrutiny be beyond embarrassing, but she was so wet down there she was afraid there might be something wrong with her. “Maybe this w-wasn’t a good idea. M-maybe...”
    Mitch rose swiftly, grabbed her face between his hands and held her head still while he stopped her from saying anything else by plundering her mouth. He had been right about her body, he thought as all those plush curves shifted under him. Loose clothing could only disguise so much, and Hannah had a lot to cover. When she sighed into his mouth, her lips moving eagerly under his, her tongue returning his caresses, he slipped one hand back down to her pussy. Before she could tighten up again, he parted her slick folds and slid his middle finger into her wet heat. Her mind was making her say one thing, but her body was definitely on a different page.
    Releasing her mouth, he stared into her eyes as he moved his finger in her pussy, gliding provocatively over her swollen clit as he searched for that special spot all women had. Her breath came in small gasps but she didn’t look away from him, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip as she grew wetter and wetter. When her eyes rounded in stunned surprise and her gasp once again turned into a squeak, he knew he found the right spot.
    “Yes or no, Hannah?” he asked her harshly as he alternated between pressing on her g-spot with stroking her clit until her hips were arching under his hand and her face was flushed from arousal instead of embarrassment.
    “Yes, yes, God, Mitch, what’s happening to me?” Hannah managed to gasp out with a mixture of fear and excitement before the pleasure he was building between her legs exploded with the force of a riptide, drowning her in sensations she never imagined were possible. She barely registered the gyrations of her hips against his hand, barely heard his whispered, “Let go, baby,” over her cries and barely took notice when he shifted over her body. Ecstasy such as she has never known ran like molten lava through her senses, robbing her of cognizant thought and threatening her sanity. She was still trembling with aftershocks, still lost in the sheer bliss of pleasure when he replaced his finger with his latex-covered penis, filling her in one smooth stroke.
    “You feel so good, Hannah,” Mitch rasped in her ear. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, so damn hot and wet that I’m not going to last long.”
    No man she has ever known would have spoken to her in such a way, but in this moment, Hannah found his words, uttered in that deep, compelling voice while his large, heavy body moved over and inside of her, exciting. “You don’t have to last long, Mitch, I’m used…” His hand over her mouth ended her sentence abruptly and even in the semi-darkness she could make out the angry glitter in his chocolate eyes.
    “Little word of warning, sweetheart, men, especially me, do not want to hear about your experience with another man, especially not when I’m balls deep inside of you.” When her frown cleared he removed his hand, his irk disappearing as quickly as it came.
    “Oh! I’m