God, she’s stunning.
I pulled her lips to mine and ran across the seam of them with my tongue. She moaned, a hot puff of air moving from her mouth to mine as she did, and immediately, my dick jumped at the thought of that kind of warmth around it.
Apparently, we were on the same page, pure joy breaking out like a fucking virus inside my chest and spreading until it filled all of the cavities as she sank to her knees and nipped at the rough fabric of my jeans covering my pulsing dick. She was in some mood.
Mental note: Make pasta alfredo and garlic bread for Melody at least once a week.
I wasn’t sure if that really had anything to do with how feisty she was at the moment, or if it had more to do with the three glasses of wine she’d consumed with it. But good God almighty, I thought as she looked up at me from under her lashes, the ends of her lips curling up with mischief. I was more than willing to repeat everything about today ritualistically, just in case.
“God, Mel,” I whispered and she giggled. Just the soft rasp of internal laughter, but I felt it all the way inside my bones. Her eyes danced in the low light of my living room lamp, and her mouth already looked tortured from the moments we’d spent making out as we sat cuddled on the couch in a post-meal-consumption haze.
It wasn’t hard to imagine all of that hair and the hum of her laughter wrapped around my cock as she looked up at me with those big, innocent eyes.
Shit. I wasn’t even sure I’d survive it.
Still, it was more than worth the risk.
I reached down to unbutton my jeans, but she shoved my hands away, looked up sexily, bit her lip, and shook her head playfully. “Uh-uh. That’s my job.”
Christ. My dick throbbed at the authority in her voice. I wouldn’t exactly call myself a beta personality—in fact, not at all—but fuck me sideways, the pure carnality and confidence of her tone put me on the path to climax.
Undoing the button and pulling my zipper down with a rasp, she licked her lips, reached straight into my boxers, and grabbed on to my dick with a nice, firm squeeze.
My eyes nearly rolled back in my head.
Skin to skin, she started to stroke slowly, squeezing harder and giving two soft pumps at the bottom every third pass. My hips rocked in tune with her, striving to get deeper, closer…wetter.
“Fuck, Mel,” I groaned. “Suck it. Put it in that fucking sweet mouth of yours and swallow it deep.”
She didn’t hesitate to do as she was told, opening her mouth wide, rounding her lips, and sucking until her chin brushed my balls.
Instantly, and without warning, a tingle shot up my spine, and I had to close my eyes to stave off a premature climax. I wanted to savor this—savor her. Watch her eat me alive like I was her last and favorite meal.
“You like my dick, baby?” I asked, smoothing a hand into her loose hair and tangling it with the strands.
“Mmm,” she moaned, wet and wild as she moved up and down my shaft.
Her eyes wide and aroused, almost as though she was enjoying sucking me just as much as I was enjoying watching her do it, I forced my focus to lowering the tenor of my voice until it was just rough around the edges.
“What about your pussy? What does it think of my cock?”
“Mmm,” she moaned again, and unsatisfied, I yanked her mouth off of my dick with a pull of her hair. She gasped.
“What was that?”
“My pussy loves your cock,” she clarified immediately, shifting jerkily on her knees.
“Does it ache now, baby?” I asked, bringing her mouth back to me where she began to suck on my balls.
“Goddamn,” I groaned as she took one fully inside. “Keep that up, and I’m gonna fuck you so hard you ache.”
Releasing me with a wet pop, she spoke in nothing more than a rasp. “Yes, please.”
“Is that what you want, Mel? You want me to be rough?”
She licked her lips and slid her hand down, lifted up her dress, and started to touch herself. “God, yes.”
I couldn’t wait another minute. Reaching down and sliding my arms under her armpits, I lifted her and twisted at the same time before giving her a little toss. She landed on the couch, knees to the seat and elbows resting on the back edge.
“Spread your legs and lean forward as far as you can,” I commanded. She was all too happy to comply.
I lifted her dress up over her hips and shimmied her panties down until they were stretched tight enough that they bit into her thighs. “Don’t move.”
I slid a hand over her perfect ass and hissed as I took the first step away to go get a condom. Sensing my movement, she turned to look over her shoulder in a near panic.
“Where the hell are you going?”
“To get a condom.”
She shook her head rapidly. “No. I need you.”
“Mel—”
“I’m on birth control, Will. Fuck me right now. I want your come all over me.”
Sweet Jesus. Definitely making pasta alfredo at least once a week.
Unable to turn down an offer like that, I moved back to the couch, grabbed on to her hips hard enough to make a mark, and surged inside.
A guttural moan left her sweet lips, and I had to bite my lip so hard I tasted blood to stop myself from coming right then.
Her breasts were perky and full, and I took one in each hand and pinched the nipples as I began a smooth rhythm. She gasped at the end of each stroke, shoving her hips back to meet mine violently each time.
“Faster,” she ordered.
I pumped two strokes for my every previous one and leaned forward to touch my tongue to the skin of her back. She tasted like berries and sugar and Melody, my new favorite summertime snack.
Skimming her skin with my fingertips, I moved from her breasts to her hips and leaned back to get a perfect view of her ass. The new position put me at the perfect angle. I could tell by the way her breathing came in short, keening pants.
“Oh, oh, uh, uh, ahh,” she moaned.
“That’s it, Mel. Come. Get so wet and tight that your perfect pussy sucks me in and doesn’t let go.”
Her world shattered immediately at my words, locking my dick in a vise so tight I had no choice but to come right along with her.
I leaned forward so that my chest met her back and smoothed her hair up off the skin of her neck so I could whisper there, “Feel good, baby?”
“So good.”
Pulling my cock out slowly, I watched as my come leaked out to coat the trail I left behind. Mesmerized, I reached forward and swiped my fingers through it, spreading it all over every part of her pussy, up over her asshole, and onto one perfect cheek. The feel of it on her skin pulled me in, and Melody kneeled completely still, watching me over her shoulder.
Both of us moaned when I brought my hand down on her decorated ass with a sharp slap.
I nodded. “Yep. I’m thinking we’re going to have to do this again in the future.”
She laughed; I turned serious, my eyes locked on this insanely beautiful woman still perched on her knees with her body bared and vulnerable for my eyes.
“God, Mel, you’re fucking perfect.”
I love you.
I caught the faint pink tint of her cheeks, and I smiled. Yeah, she was perfect. For me.
After a few kisses to her lips, I moved to the bathroom and got a wet washcloth to clean her up while she waited there in the same vulnerable position. She watched as I wiped myself from her skin with gentle care.
“You okay?” I asked, and once again, she nodded.
“Time for bed?” I questioned further, and her face melted into a smile.
“What time do you want your cab in the morning? You want to be late like usual or strive for on time?” I teased. She still wouldn’t let us go to work together or leave at the same time, but tonight, in this perfect moment, I had absolutely no desire to dwell on what that could mean.
She laughed and leaned in to touch her mouth to mine one more time, and that kiss turned into two. By the time we got to five, I knew she wasn’t going to answer my question.
But Mel was in my arms, happy, and on her way to at least one more orgasm for the night, and I couldn’t think of a reason to dwell if I tried.