Chapter 389 Mr. Jonah Finally
Before Mitchell left the room, he made sure to check on Danielle. Seeing that she was already fast asleep, he then left the hotel with Willow in his arms. The hotel owner was also an acquaintance. Although that guy and Danielle always seemed to bicker whenever they met, it was almost abnormal if they didn't argue a bit. They both seemed to find each other annoying. However, he was a trustworthy person, so Mitchell felt at ease leaving Danielle to spend the night at the hotel.
After leaving the hotel with Willow, Mitchell hailed a cab and headed straight back to his apartment. The apartment wasn't far from the hotel, so the cab ride took only about twenty minutes. During the ride, Willow was very well-behaved, not making a fuss at all. From the moment they got into the cab until Mitchell carried her back into the apartment, she remained quiet.
Once back at the apartment, Mitchell placed Willow on the bed and then went to the kitchen to make some honey water. When he returned to the room with the honey water, he was greeted by a sight that made him flush. In his haste to make the honey water, he had forgotten to turn on the air conditioning. Willow, feeling hot in her bathrobe, had thrown it off onto the floor.
As Mitchell entered the room with the honey water, he saw her lying on the bed. Her fair skin contrasted sharply with the dark gray silk sheets, and her hair spread out in a smooth, tempting manner. Willow's skin was naturally very fair. Such a scene made her appear even whiter, almost glowing. Unaware of her allure, Willow lay there in her uniform, unintentionally striking a seductive pose. Seeing her like this in person was a hundred times more impactful than seeing her in photos. His beloved girl lying in front of Mitchell like this was overwhelming. Mitchell's steps halted, his eyes ignited with desire, and his heart began to race. With the pent-up desire from the entire night surging within him, Mitchell could no longer hold back.
He stood there, frozen, not daring to move forward. He knew that if he took another step, he wouldn't be able to control himself. So, holding the honey water he had prepared for Willow, Mitchell stood ten feet away and just watched her lying there, swallowing hard.
Mitchell stood there dazed for a while, watching as Willow turned over. Her ultra-short skirt lifted, revealing her perfectly shaped legs and her white panties. Mitchell turned his back to the bed, holding the now-cold honey water, ready to leave. However, he heard a soft voice behind him. "Mitchell, it's hot..."
Mitchell placed the honey water on the table and quickly walked over to the air conditioning switch, setting the AC to a comfortable temperature. He then turned to head to the bathroom, feeling like he was about to explode if he didn't cool down. Just as Mitchell turned, he saw that Willow, who had been lying on the bed, was now sitting up. She rubbed her eyes, her cheeks flushed. With a frown, she looked a bit uncomfortable, her eyes filled with confusion as she looked at him.
Mitchell thought she was feeling unwell from drinking too much, so he quickly rushed to the bedside in a few strides, anxiously asking, "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick? Do you want to throw up?" Willow sat there dazed for a moment before shaking her head. Mitchell finally breathed a sigh of relief. Because they were so close, and he had also had some drinks tonight, the smell of alcohol on Willow's breath made him feel even more intoxicated. He couldn't avoid it; he had nowhere to escape. Mitchell looked at her seriously, the long-suppressed emotions threatening to burst out. He said in a hoarse voice, "Willow..."
Willow looked up, smiling sweetly at Mitchell. With flushed cheeks and bright and moist eyes, she called out seductively, "Mitchell..."
Mitchell's breathing grew heavy, his eyes brimming with desire. He suddenly lowered his head and bit Willow's lips, forcefully kissing her as if trying to transfer all his pent-up desire to her. Willow let out a moan, melting under him like a pool of water. Already drunk, she felt hazy, as if she were floating on a cloud, as light as a feather. Every part of her body where Mitchell's fingers had touched was burning hot.
Willow responded clumsily but gently, which seemed to encourage Mitchell even more. He held her tighter and kissed her harder, to the point where they were both nearly out of breath. Willow felt like she was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, her consciousness growing fuzzier. Mitchell finally loosened his grip a bit, panting heavily in her ear. As Willow regained a bit of clarity, he immediately pressed down again.
Her lips were so soft, so sweet. This time, Mitchell slowed down, kissing her tenderly, from her forehead to her eyes and then to her now-reddened lips. He lingered on her cherry-red lips for a long time, murmuring, "Willow..." before finally moving downward.
His large hands roamed, sending a burning sensation wherever they touched, lingering on her waist, caressing her gently. Her delicate skin broke out in goosebumps from his touch. Both of them felt a mix of unfamiliarity and anticipation. It felt like strands of silver thread gradually entwining them, making them inseparable.
At some point, that enticing uniform had ended up on the floor. At the final moment, Mitchell, trembling, propped himself up, looking down at the dazed girl beneath him, and asked in a low voice, "Willow, is this okay?"
If they had to engage in intimacy on their wedding night, he found himself unable to endure.
The blushing Willow beneath him, though dizzy and weak all over, was fully aware of what they were doing. Besides, alcohol had given her courage. She reached out, wrapped her arms around Mitchell's neck, and smiled. Then, she lightly bit his Adam's apple, her hands roaming over his body.
Mitchell's desire was fully aroused.
He whispered in her ear, "I love you." It felt like fireworks exploding all around her, making her whole body tremble.
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