Hannah & the Dom Next Door by BJ Wane

sorry, I… Oh God !” The feel of his hand wedging between their bodies, his finger exposing her clitoris so his pummeling shaft rubbed repeatedly against it sent her tumbling back into that huge abyss of pleasure so intense it left no room to feel chastised over her blunder right now.
    At the feel of her slick walls rippling around his cock, Mitch slid his right hand behind her neck, holding her head still while he grabbed her left thigh, lifting her leg high and wide, keeping her immobile while he increased his thrusts into a pounding rhythm. Confident she was with him, he kissed her as his own orgasm erupted in a spurt of heated pleasure, her soft moan mingling with his deep groan, the old fashioned squeak of the bed almost making him smile against her mouth.
    By the time Mitch roused himself, Hannah was stiffening under him again. Rolling to his side, he saw she still had a white knuckled grip on the headboard. Running his hand down her damp body in a way he hoped was soothing, he teased, “You can let go now, Hannah.”
    “No, no I really don’t think I can.” She was afraid if she let go she might find out the last hour was a dream, that the most exquisite, intense pleasure she has ever felt hadn’t been real. As long as she was holding on, doing what Mitch told her to, it had to have been real, didn’t it?
    Remnants of the stunned look of disbelief on her face when she climaxed were still shadowed in her wide eyes. Hoping to set her at ease, ever mindful of her inexperience and sensibilities, he said lightly, “I smelled something really good when I came over and it wasn’t coming from under your sink. Am I invited for dinner before you boot me out?”
    “Oh, of course! You must be hungry…” Her own stomach took that moment to grumble and the smile that spread across Mitch’s face eased her uncertainty over what to do next.
    Hannah wiped her damp brow with the back of her hand before yanking on another stubborn weed. She waited until late afternoon before coming out front to work on cleaning out the gardens along the walk, hoping it would be cooler. Even though she was in the shade, she still felt the ninety degree heat, making her question, not for the first time, why she didn’t trade in her traditional Amish garb for more comfortable clothing. After meeting with her first clients last Tuesday, a newly engaged couple, and seeing their skeptical looks based on her attire, she had intended to do some shopping before today to avoid the weekend crowds, but every time she thought of relinquishing yet another part of her roots, she balked and put off the decision. She was already overwhelmed with mixed emotions about indulging in a one-night stand and how desperately she wanted a repeat performance.
    There was a lot about dealing with the modern world that left her feeling inadequate and stupid, but nothing so much as last Sunday night. Not only had she been completely out of her element that evening but this past week she had been left to struggle with the newfound knowledge of all that had been missing from her relations with Caleb. She used to think those small tremors she felt with her husband constituted an orgasm, but now she knew they were just a prelude to the big bang.
    It bothered her more than she liked to admit that she hadn’t been able to share such pleasure with Caleb, but even more than that, it hurt her that he hadn’t taken the time or effort to see that she was as pleasured as he had been. He had not been a selfish man, but now that she could look back without grief clouding her vision, she could see he not only put his beliefs ahead of hers, but his needs and desires as well.
    If all of that wasn’t enough to cope with, it hadn’t taken her long after they ate and Mitch returned home to discover that once wasn’t going to be enough to relieve the invasive, irritating, awesome feelings and sensations she has been struggling with since meeting him. On the contrary, last week only