"Will I do?" As Mitch walks into my bedroom, I seek his approval of the new dress that I am wanting to wear to his father's birthday dinner tonight.

Coming up behind me, I now see our two reflections in my full-length mirror. "You'll beautifully do." He tells me, nuzzling into my neck with a content smile tugging on the corners of his relaxed lips.

Feeling a bottomless peace inside of my soul, I hold onto the arms that now so lovingly hold onto me. "I'm so glad you're here, I've missed you, you know?" My softly spoken words are said with a dusting of affection and happiness. A number of weeks have passed since the charity event in Boston, and I have literally been counting down the days until Mitch landed back onto British soil. Last night, he did just that. I now get to have him with me until the New Year.

So yes, I'm happy.

So completely and utterly happy.

"Not half as much as I have missed you." Mitch says, his voice huskily a mixture of both tiredness and contentment. "I've missed being able to hold you like this." His arms tighten around my body, adoring my neck with soft little kisses as he does so. "When I'm not with you, Rebecca, I just don't feel myself." He lovingly admits.

Tilting my head back, I use my cheek to tenderly caress his. "I know what you mean." Is all I can quietly reply with. For I fully understand what Mitch is trying to tell me. I fully understand what his hearty embrace is trying to say.

The emptiness.

The loneliness.

Unseen but always so heavily there whenever we are apart.

I know that is what Mitch is now trying to put into words. Even though our days and nights are kept busy, those days and nights are always being lived without the one person who we want by our side. The calls, the texts, the Skype conversations and even the brief trip to Boston...they're no longer enough.

They just put a plaster over the soreness of our missing of one another. They briefly hold things together, but never fully take away that inside ache of our emptiness and our loneliness.

"I really like that dress on you." Mitch now gently turns me around to face him. "Although it may have to temporarily come back off." Reaching for the zip at the nape of my neck, in his darkening blue eyes, I can tell that Mitch has already mentally undressed me.

I'm unhurriedly studying his face, studying every feature by glorious feature. While he is slowly slipping my dress from off my shoulders, I am slowly slipping into more of his enigmatic gaze. It's only when that dress drops down by my ankles, do I care to even move. Without breaking the glory of that heady gaze, I gently kick my new dress out from around my feet. I'll worry about the creases later—now, I just want to lose myself in what is about to happen.

Reaching for the bottom of his jumper, I am keen to lift it up, so I can see the masculine wonder of what lies beneath it. In seconds, the jumper is gone and my fingers now have complete access to the finely sculpted muscles of Mitch's hair-roughened chest. My excited fingers run themselves down his tanned skin, relishing how every warm ripple feels to each deftly touching tip. I know that Mitch likes to workout, and all those workouts are certainly now my gain. Appreciating all that his golden bareness has to offer, my hands greedily glide themselves all over his solid wall of masculinity. My palms are being possessive, impatient, yet also so very sensual with how they touch him. They love touching him, and Mitch himself loves it too. His breathing is quickening, while his eyes are closed and his mouth is sexily now parted. That's when my fingers teasingly brush against the inside of his jeans, gliding themselves back and forth, so provocatively back and forth, along its dark denim waistband. With every seductive touch, Mitch's abdomen quivers each time the back of my fingers make sensuous contact with his skin, and that makes me smile. This man, he is mine. Every quivering part of him, is now mine to enjoy. In Boston, the sex was slow and careful, because we were both still worried about Mitch's ribs. But tonight, it feels different. Tonight, I don't think being careful is even on our minds. Careful, just isn't happening.

"Your jeans need to come off." My mouth lightly touches Mitch's, whispering my demand to him while I'm beginning to unbutton his designer denim.

Staring down at me, his hooded eyes slowly rake over my body with blue boldness. "While I'm taking these off, those can certainly stay on." He's crudely referring to my matching black underwear—a satin push-up bra and an equally satin thong.

Watching him kick his jeans away from his bare feet, I'm just as boldly raking my eyes all over his nearly naked anatomy. "For you, I'll happily stay in my underwear." Moving myself closer, I don't even want the splintered light from my hallway to now come in between us. My fingers, fancifully begin to caress the expanse of his pleasing chest. Their tips, enjoy playing in amongst his soft hairs and lightly skimming themselves across every one of his defined muscles. Those teasing tips of mine, they are quietly driving Mitch wild. He's standing before me, rigid with arousal and adrenaline spreading within the chest that I'm longingly now stroking. Grabbing me against him, Mitch wants me to feel his erection. He wants me to know that his erection now belongs to me. Tilting my pelvis, I close my eyes and begin to imagine how wonderful that erection is going to feel inside of me. It's iron-hard hotness is going to satisfy the depth of my aching femininity. "These have to go too." On an aroused whisper, I am pushing Mitch's boxer shorts down his hips, using some of my impatient fingers to stretch them over his muscular backside, freeing every inch of his straining manhood. Pushing my breasts, my stomach and my pubic bone against his nakedness, I am abandoning all thoughts of careful sex from my sensible mind. "Those ribs of yours had better hold up." I'm smiling up at him, being suggestive with the whole of my body. In just my underwear, I am challenging Mitch to be as un-careful as he possibly can be. Tonight, I don't want cautious making love. Tonight, I want unrestrained sex.

"They'll hold up." Mitch's heated breath is felt against my neck, right before he's eagerly kissing my smooth white shoulders and then passionately nipping at my feverish flesh. "I want to be inside of you...inside of you with no condom between us?" His mouth is assaulting my skin, wanting it to surrender to him. "You know I'm clean, I've been tested for everything because of you, Rebecca." His hot lips are now on my neck, knowing that my neck is my sexy zone. "I love you, I want to be inside of only you...only you." Cupping my ass with both of his hands, hip to horny hip, Mitch is running his needy mouth softly against mine. "You're on the pill now, aren't you?" His blue eyes are ablaze with heightened want and curiosity.

While my fingers have gravitated lower to caress his magnificent midriff, I can only reply with a wanton whisper. "Yes." Now, my fingers are deftly devouring his washboard stomach and his gorgeously ripped abs. Every beautiful inch of him, is literally at the tips of my fingers...waiting for me to just grant him permission.

With my body, I give Mitch his answer.

Using all of myself, I tell him what he wants to hear.

Kissing me hard, he then lifts me into his arms with masculine ease. That ardent kiss of his begins to slowly soften before eventually coming to an affectionate end, because Mitch now needs to stare at me. He is staring at me like he is photographing all of my face, to immortalise every second of this important moment. "I love you, Rebecca Adams. I didn't know how to fall in love, until I fell in love with you."

In his arms, in the only arms I can now imagine myself ever being in, I move my head closer to his. "I love you, Mitch. I want this, I really do." With a soft, sweeping kiss, he now has complete confirmation of what I want.

Carrying me towards my bedroom wall, Mitch only stops when my back is up against it, my legs still straddled around his entire waist. "Good." Is his deep and approving reply. Then his lips are sexily upon mine, kissing me hard with such fleshy savagery. Responding to the savagery of his velvet-like lips, I respond with groans of aching approval and the beginnings of a tantric tsunami surging through my veins. My mind and body are now Mitch's. His mind and body are now mine. Together, our intimacy is ready to take its next euphoric level.

With his mouth, Mitch is fanning the flames of my desire for him. With his tongue, he is stoking all of those heated desires. Against the bedroom wall, I am being held carnally captive. I am being aroused, awakened and adored by every single part of Mitch. Never before has a man taken so much time with my body. Never before has a man used all of his own body, to so exquisitely give pleasure to mine. "I'm ready for you." Is almost pleaded into the mouth that has fast become my legal high. Those divine lips of his, they make me feel like I am being smeared with an invisible morphine. I am getting high with each caressing kiss, each long and lewdly given lick and every naughty little bite...higher and higher I go with them all.

Pressing himself against me, Mitch just smiles...knowingly and arrogantly just smiles. "I know you are." With one hand, he holds onto me, while his other slowly removes my draped leg from around his waist. Thinking that he might be tiring, or possibly even hurting, I remove my other leg and soon have both my feet back on the bedroom floor. Then without a word, Mitch is hungrily kissing my mouth again and pinning me hard against the wall. His lips are greedy, as are his hands that grab and grapple with my responsive body. In a heart-skipping moment, his fingers are down within the satin seams of my thong, which causes me to lose a few breaths. Again, Mitch smiles against my mouth. Then with the same delighted arrogance, his fingers slip inside the throbbing hot depths of me. "You really are ready, aren't you, beautiful?" Only a low, desperate-drenched groan is now able to come from out of my mouth. Inhaling a shallow, raptured breath, all I can then do is nod while I close my eyes to the wonderful things that his fingers are now doing to me. "Together, we're going to make this wall shake." His fingers plunge deeper, so deliciously deeper and deeper.

My own hands start running themselves down Mitch's strong back, then down to his toned backside before finding themselves resting on his pleasure-seeking hips. Thrusting against me, Mitch is more ready than I am. He's hard. Solid with his arousal. I need his raging erection, I need it all inside of me. "I'm ready for some serious wall shaking." I breathlessly tell him while my hand searches for his magnificent manhood, enveloping it with such eagerness when it does thrillingly find it.

Lifting me up again, Mitch is making sure that he's positioned just where he needs to be between my legs. With concentration all over his handsome yet horny face, he carefully lowers me onto his steel-like length. Inch by hot inch, he moans the deeper he pushes himself inside of me. "You feel soooo gooood...so so good." Closing his eyes, he can't say anything more. Mitch is enjoying how I feel so snugly wrapped around his erection, enjoying the sensation of my vaginal muscles pulsing all around him.

Drowning in a flood tide of my own ecstasy, I welcome him deeper and deeper into my body. Wrapping my legs tighter around his rocking waist, my arms also wrap themselves tighter around Mitch's neck. When his thrusting quickens, I'm unable to keep in my raspy outcry of delight. "Yeeeeeeees!" My fingers then sink into his shoulders, while I passionately nip at his neck with pure pleasure pounding the blood all around my heart, chest and head. Together, we are creating a wild and erotic rhythm. It's provocative, satisfying and intense. It's so crudely provocative, so harshly satisfying and so lustfully intense, that the wall that I'm deeply being screwed against, is indeed shaking. The wall is shaking, Mitch is rampantly thrusting, and I'm about to explode within a downpour of so many sensations. "I...I'm..." My words are lost within my bliss, they can only surrender to the womanly groans that now flee from my throat. Mitch's raw and pounding arousal is taking me to great and glorious heights. Taking me so sexually high, that I can't take a single breath without it being married with a euphoric moan.

Mitch is grunting with such a low and primal maleness, that it makes me desirously ache and tighten all around him. "Rebecca." My name is moaned into my ear while he pounds into me harder and harder, like my name is the sweetest kind of agony for him to say. The world outside is still turning, yet we are wonderfully about to lose ourselves within our very own universe. We are about to soar amongst new stars. To touch all of the undiscovered heavens in the sky. For that is how powerful we are together.

With the wall shaking against my back, we both reach the summit of our climax; celebrating it with unified moans of exquisite, soul-drenched ecstasy. Our release is knee-trembling and achingly so powerful. It's an explosion of uncontrolled lust and want that warmly flows from out of us, to then quietly let in an amazing sense of deepened love and completeness.

From the soft core of my being, I am complete. So complete, so sexually satisfied, that I sigh gently as I slowly lift my head with sated exhaustion. "We made the walls shake." I tell Mitch, with maybe a hint of boasting in there.

With his softening erection still having its final pleasurable moments of pulsing inside of me, Mitch smiles with a small exhalation of breath. "We certainly did." His voice is lower, huskier than usual. Kissing the rounded edge of my shoulder, he then carries me to my bathroom. Once there, he slowly begins to peel our perspiring bodies apart. "I'll just get you a towel." Reaching for one that's draped on the towel rail, he then starts to wipe away all that he just so sexily emptied inside of me. I watch him, carefully cleaning his juices from off my skin. I continue to watch him, smiling while I do.

I love this man.

I didn't think it was ever possible, but I really do love him.

As Mitch finishes off cleaning both himself and me, I'm still just happily smiling and very much enjoying the naked view of him in my bathroom. "Thank you." I keenly say, watching him toss the dirty towel into the laundry basket.

Grabbing me by my waist, I'm soon snug against Mitch's nakedness again. He looks sexily disheveled and has the intoxicating smell of fresh sex upon his golden skin. Our bare closeness, it really is just like a drug—his skin, the smell of it, his naked body upon my nearly-naked body—it's like an instant hit.

"I just want you to know how much I love you, Rebecca Adams." Mitch has his arms circled all around me, holding me with a loving possessiveness. "I've never done that before with anyone...I want to assure you of that."

"Neither have I." Burying my face into Mitch's chest, I am clinging to him. I think I'm even clinging to what having sex without a condom means for us. Things are getting real serious now. Kind of scary real serious. "I think I had better just shower my lower half." Staring down between my legs, a smirk is now stretched across my amused mouth.

Pulling me more against him, like he needs my nearness, Mitch holds me tighter. "I don't want you to wash away what's just happened between us, Rebecca. I want the traces of us to stay a little longer down between your legs." His mouth then claims mine, kissing it so slow and so gently.

Just like my lips already have, I succumb to Mitch. I succumb to his request. So we kiss, a caressing and loving kiss. Until the time when we reluctantly no longer do. "Okay, but I had better rescue my dress from my bedroom floor."

"I'll get it." Mitch leaves me with a sweet smile, to go and find my dress. "I think it's okay." His voice echoes from where he is in the bedroom, so I leave the bathroom to find him giving my chic and tailored midi dress a quick little shake. "I'll zip you up." Holding out my dress, he then offers it to me with a smile that can only be described as divine. He's being so sweet, so utterly attentive, that he's making me fall in love with him all over again.

As I step into my dress and pull it over my thighs and waist, I sneak a peep back at Mitch. "Thank you again." My arms are now being pushed through the arm holes of my new black dress. "You don't think it looks too formal for your father's dinner party?"

Zipping it up, Mitch then kisses the side of my neck. "Everything about my father is formal, Rebecca...so your dress is perfect." Swinging me around to quickly face him, he is waiting there with a half grin. "Besides, you probably have a little bit of my cum still in your thong...there's nothing formal about that." His half grin then blooms into a full one, before placing a playful little kiss upon my very straight mouth.

"I just want tonight to go well." I almost whine out to Mitch. He doesn't seem at all close with his dad, and I feel like I've only been invited because his father will use me in some underhand way to criticise his son. So I'm thinking that if I look more formal and less like the Kendra Kane's of this world, that his father will be a lot less critical of Mitch this evening.

Cradling my face with his insistent yet gentle hands, Mitch's expression is one that instantly captures my attention. Tension, so stark and so vivid, glitter within both of his powder blue eyes. "And I don't want you to be disappointed with how this evening might turn out, Rebecca?" A soft smile soon reaches those concerned blue eyes of his. "My father is arrogant, opinionated and judgmental. My brother is just a younger version of our father, only he now has to add the bitterness of his recent divorce to that sparkling personality of his." Caressing my cheeks with the pads of his warm thumbs, the smile from Mitch's face has now all but gone. "They'll not be judging you, my darling...they'll be judging me."

Confused, my mind is restlessly now wandering. If things are really that trying with his family, why does Mitch even bother? Why does he put himself through it? Which is why I find myself needing to question his reasons why we are going to this birthday thing tonight. "So why are we even going, Mitch?" I have to ask, I ask because I so deeply care about this man. It's horrible to think that he will be willingly putting himself amongst people who treat him so wrongly. I don't know why they do it, but it obviously affects Mitch because he wouldn't be telling me what he is now.

Gazing back at me, a tight smile now pulls on the corners of Mitch's grimly straight mouth. "Because I don't ever want those bastards to think that they've got to me." His forced smile is one that seems to courageously hide so much. "Anyway, now that I have you by my side, maybe my father will start believing that I really am deserving of love?"

Those words, those sad-soaked words; they have tore at my insides for quite some time now. What Mitch said to me about his father starting to