Unbeknown to Hannah, her thoughts were opposite to what Mitch was thinking. When she had insisted he let her make them pizza instead of ordering one, it was because she needed the busy time to settle her thoughts. She had expected to feel guilty for her behavior upstairs as well as beforehand, but instead everything she did with Mitch tonight felt…right. She tried picturing herself taking another man’s penis into her mouth or masturbating with another man in front of a mirror and couldn’t.
She now knew what Mitch felt when he was inside her, what Caleb had felt when they made love, which made her wonder why her husband had never taken the time or made the effort to see that she was pleasured as much as he was. Then again, she preferred to believe he was as clueless as she had been all those years rather than thoughtless.
Amish teens were like any other teens, they pushed their parent’s boundaries and experimented with alcohol, drugs and sex, more so in her Beachy community than in Caleb’s Old World one. She hadn’t considered it before, but maybe that explained why more Beachy Amish youth chose to leave and live in the modern world rather than make that final, lifetime commitment to their way of life than teens in Caleb’s community. From the time she met Caleb when she was barely fifteen and he was seventeen, he had known exactly what he wanted to do, how he wanted to live his life and she had always admired and envied that about him. Now a small part of her was resenting that he had not put as much effort into their relationship as he had into other facets of his life.
It wasn’t like her to be judgmental and no matter his faults, she had loved Caleb wholeheartedly. Shoving aside regrets for what couldn’t be changed, she pressed the dough into the pizza pan, trying to ignore the way Mitch watched her with those dark, thoughtful eyes. Between his gaze and her near naked state, she found herself aroused all over again, which seemed impossible given the powerful, more than satisfying climaxes she experienced just a short while ago. Parading around wearing nothing but Mitch’s shirt and her panties was yet another, highly erotic experience for her.
For someone like Anna, her attire would probably seem more than adequate, the sway of her unfettered breasts not enough to have her nipples tightening, the exposure of her bare legs and barely covered butt not enough to make her core dampen and ache to be filled again. But for Hannah, who wore nothing but calf length skirts and plain white blouses and never went without underclothes, wearing nothing but Mitch’s shirt and panties was positively decadent, dress she would have labeled immoral before taking up with Mitch. Despite the peer pressure, she hadn’t even given up her plain wardrobe the year she spent with Aunt Mary when she was a teen and attended the public high school in Lexington. That reminder only reinforced how much she has changed since then, how much she wanted to fit in with the modern world now that she no longer had Caleb to keep her anchored in their society.
Hannah rose and turned from sliding the pizza into the oven to find Mitch standing right behind her. The tips of her breasts came into contact with his chest first, her shirt and the tee shirt he had slipped on along with his gym shorts worthless at preventing her from responding to the contact. “Oops, sorry,” she mumbled unable to look away from his rugged, tan face and the flare in his eyes as his hands settled on her shoulders to steady her. He had a dark, five-o’clock shadow that she found only added to his good looks.
“It’s all right. You were engrossed in whatever thoughts have been plaguing you since we came downstairs. Anything we need to talk about?” he asked hoping she would open up to him.
His inquiry made her feel better about her actions and the pleasure she got from them. It meant he was concerned about her feelings and that he meant it when he told her he wanted her to tell him if he ever did or said anything she was uncomfortable with, especially if it was something she might find morally or physically objectionable. So far, he hadn’t done anything she found physically objectionable. On the contrary, everything he said and did had done nothing but bring her inexplicable pleasure. She refused to question the morality of her actions too closely, at least for the time being, as she was finding it difficult to believe that anything that felt so good as well as so right could be anything but acceptable.
“No, but thanks. I’ve never, I mean this is all so new and alien to me. I married young and that was the only relationship I’ve ever had with a man. I just need time to get used to this.”
Mitch suspected it was more a matter of her getting used to all the ways her body could explode in pleasure, but he kept his opinion to himself. She didn’t realize it but, despite his sexual dominance, she really held all the control in this affair. “Let’s eat then I’ll see what I can do to help you along with that.”
Hannah’s pulse quickened at his suggestion, making her wish he wouldn’t wait until after they ate. If she hadn’t agreed to continue with him on his terms then she would’ve asked him if they could go upstairs again now, but she could tell by the look on his face and the way he slightly raised his right brow in silent inquiry that he was expecting or waiting for her to push for sooner. “Okay.” Turning at the sound of the oven timer, she bent to retrieve the pizza from the oven, trying to keep from blushing as she felt his hot gaze on her butt yet again.
Mitch refrained, barely, from reaching out and squeezing one round buttock so temptingly displayed as she bent over again. He had been hoping she’d forget the rule
s and try to talk him into going upstairs again before they ate, but she turned the tables on his plan to introduce her to her first erotic spanking if she did. Now he’d have to give her that pleasurable experience just for the pure fun of it. Either way worked for him.
Mitch kept her talking about herself while they ate the best pizza he’s ever had and the longer he was with her, the more he learned about her, the more he liked her. He learned she was raised by her maternal grandparents following the death of her parents when she was five, that Mary visited a few times a year, but never with Patty, and that was why they were close now. She had several uncles and numerous cousins, but her mother and Mary had been the only daughters of either set of grandparents. Those uniquely colored eyes turned melancholy when she spoke of her late husband, related how she used to love going for buggy rides in the evenings with him or tease him when he kept one of the pies she baked for a community dinner for himself. She grew animated when she spoke of their collie, Max, sad when she mentioned how much she missed him and nostalgic when she talked of sneaking carrots and sugar cubes to their horses.
He should take her riding out at the McGilley’s stables, Mitch thought then berated himself for getting ahead of himself. An affair didn’t necessarily mean a budding relationship and certainly didn’t mean they were indulging themselves with the intent of making something permanent. Hannah had obeyed his dictates and responded beautifully to his demands, but what transpired earlier was still a far cry from parading her around naked at the club or tying her down and fucking her in front of others. He still couldn’t see her ever agreeing to go that far even if her attitude and responses thus far have pleased him greatly. So much so, he was beginning to wonder if he would be happy with her no matter how much she agreed to.
“We ate the whole thing while I did nothing but talk about myself,” Hannah said ruefully as she picked up their empty plates and took them to the sink.
Thankfully, her statement worked to redirect his thoughts as did the enticing peak he got of her plain white panties when she bent under the sink to grab the dish soap. “I liked hearing about your life in Ohio.” Almost as much as he was itching to get his hands on her delectable ass. He had been tempted to instruct her to unbutton his shirt, leaving it spread open as they ate, picturing her awesome breasts staring at him through dinner, but thought that might be pushing too much too fast. Watching her small tongue lick pizza sauce from the corner of her lips had been enough of a temptation, which made him one pathetic bastard.
“Thanks, but turnabout is fair play,” she told him as she brought the brownies over to the table. “Tell me about your family. How’d you get into construction? Is it a family business?”
Mitch chuckled at her rapid-fire, eager to know questions as he picked up a gooey dark chocolate and walnut brownie he knew Brett’s wife, Kayla, would love. “Both parents still living here in Lexington as well as two sisters and their families, which makes for fun, noisy holiday dinners. I’ve wanted to build things since I got my first set of Lincoln Logs and my dad is a retired dentist. And these are the best damn brownies I’ve ever tasted. I can’t wait to tell Kayla about them.”
Darn it, envy is one of the seven deadly sins, Hannah reminded herself as she struggled against a small spurt of jealousy at the mention of another woman. Unable to resist even though she knew she should, she tried to ask innocently, “Kayla?”
“Brett’s pregnant wife and one of Ethan’s sisters-in-law. She loves sweets of any kind.” It may be in poor taste, but he couldn’t help but relish that small show of concern over another woman. Damned if his cock didn’t harden a fraction from his semi-aroused state over that innocent inquiry. When she sank her teeth into a moist brownie, closed her eyes, moaning so softly he barely caught the sound then slowly licked a few crumbs from her lips, his dick thickened to a full, aching erection. From any other woman, that little display would’ve been done intentionally in an attempt to get a reaction from him. But the sheer innocence of seeing it come from Hannah, knowing she had no clue how provocative she looked and sounded, was a fucking turn on he was powerless to resist.
“Wow, these turned out better than I had hoped considering I tried a new recipe,” Hannah remarked as she rose again and padded over to the sink to wash her hands. She was getting to be a pro at ignoring or shoving aside questionable emotions, such as the relief she felt hearing Kayla was a friend. This time when she turned around she wasn’t surprised to come up against Mitch. Instead, she had been hoping she would, hoping he was ready to go back upstairs and relieve the arousing ache just watching him across the table had built up in her. At the feel of his erect penis poking her stomach, she breathlessly pointed out the obvious. “You’re…..excited.” She almost said hard, but she couldn’t bring herself to be that explicit. “I bet it was the brownies,” she teased, giddy at the prospect of returning upstairs.
Wanting to tease her in return as well as see her reaction, Mitch answered, “I do get excited over anything chocolate, but the boner is all your doing, sweetheart.” He grinned, loving the way she blushed so easily over a simple word.
Mitch grabbed a handful of her thick hair, anchoring her head as his other arm snaked around her waist and pulled her tightly up against him. Her lips parted in surprise at the quick takeover, but she couldn’t hide the excitement glittering in those silvery/blue eyes. Her lips opened willingly for him even as they clung to his. Delving deeply, he explored her mouth with enticing sweeps of his tongue over her teeth and gums and along the inside of her cheeks only to continually return to taste her response on her tongue. Her soft breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples stabbing him like hot little pokers.
Unable to resist, he released her hair and slid his hand under her shirt, moving back just a fraction to cup one full, soft globe and verify her nipple was just as warm, just as hard as he thought. Her soft moan, just like when she was chewing her brownie, went straight to his cock. Lifting her shirt in the back, he slid his other hand into her panties, his own deep, guttural groan indicative of the sheer bliss coursing through him at having both hands filled with Hannah’s malleable flesh.
The arousal she felt when Mitch started kneading her breast, his fingers pulling on her nipple, was expected and welcomed. But the unexpected burst of escalated lust rushing through her when he slid into the back of her panties and made free exploring her backside, jolted her. She vaguely recalled feeling his hand there when they were in her bed, but at the time she had been exploding in unbelievable pleasure and the added stimulation hadn’t registered. Not understanding how she could be getting so much pleasure from having her butt fondled, she pulled back and, not knowing what else to say, she said shakily, “Huh, Mitch, that’s my butt.”
“Mmm, I know, and a very nice ass it is,” he told her bluntly for the sheer, perverse pleasure of watching that little frown appear between her eyes.
Irritated with his answer, she refused to let it go. “Why are you there instead of…?” Gosh darn it; she was not going to go that far in getting an answer.
“Instead of touching your pussy? Didn’t your husband ever play back here?” Mitch punctuated his question by squeezing her right buttock.
“No, of course not.” She would have been appalled if he had. Funny, she wasn’t appalled now, only excited as well as curious.