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Melody fell back into the soft, comfortable bed… and Lucus slid right on top of her. His chest was hard and unyielding, his arms like two tree trunks jutting up on either side of her supple body. His lips pushed sensually against her own, parting them, making room for his tongue as it penetrated her willing mouth.
I want him…
It was an admission she wasn’t the least bit afraid of. A guilty pleasure, taken in a moment of closeness and emotional intensity. A physical need, satisfied beyond fulfillment by a man both stunningly handsome and ruggedly well-built.
He pushed his way between her legs unapologetically, without hesitation. And Melody spread for him. She spread her thighs wide in the pale moonlight of the cozy loft, hooking her ankles around his slim waist to draw him even harder into her.
Lucus nuzzled her neck… kissed his way down to her breasts. He still had his pants on, and Melody’s hands shot downward to find his waistband. Any clothing the smith was still wearing constituted an issue she meant to remedy immediately.
He’s risking everything for you, the little voice in her head told her. He’s told you things he wasn’t supposed to.
Maybe.
Probably.
In truth, he’d been brave. Both with the wolves and with keeping her out of danger. She didn’t want to think about that now, though. Right now all that mattered was showing him what she needed. And beyond that… fulfilling some of the man’s own needs as well.
“Fuck me,” she gasped into his mouth. “Please, Lucus…” Her eyes locked on his own. “I need this…”
His pants came down. Beneath it, he wore absolutely nothing. Melody gasped as her hand closed around him, his manhood filling her palm and then some. He was big. Big and thick and growing harder with each passing second as the head of his cock slid through the opening between her thumb and forefinger.
“I’ve wanted you,” he whispered into her ear. His breath was steaming hot against her skin. “Wanted you since I saw you.”
She pulled him tight. Felt his growing bulge press against the thin fabric of her panties…
“… to be inside you,” Lucus was saying. “To feel you. Touch you…”
His hand slipped between her legs, all big and calloused, his thumb shoving the thin strip of her panties roughly aside. He rubbed her up and down with his palm. Covered his entire hand in her wetness as she groaned into his mouth.
“I’ll fuck you,” he growled, nibbling on her lip. His mouth went to her ear again. “Have no fear of that.”
Melody swooned as she ground herself against him, desperate for the penetration. She squeezed her eyes shut. Savored the feel of his thick fingers curling inside her, diving their way into her dripping hot depths. His cock was a steel rod, achingly useless in her open hand. She stroked it, marveling at the length. Begging for it to be used on her. For her legs — no, her entire body — to be wrapped magnificently around it.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Lucus…”
He shifted upward, and she found herself face to face with one brown nipple. Melody opened her mouth and took it in. Hungrily she devoured his chest, her tongue tracing wet ovals across the salty-sweet surface of the blacksmith’s delicious skin.
Finally she felt it; the bulbous head of his cock pressed snugly against her opening. She spread her thighs wider. Screwed down harder, trying to draw him in.
Without warning everything changed. Melody was lifted by two strong arms, flipped onto her stomach, and bent over a covered pile of soft straw.
“OHHH!”
She gasped as he took her from behind. Lucus’s hands went to her hips, grabbing and positioning her. The fingers of one hand clenched tightly against her flesh as he used the other to guide himself, still thick and raging hard, right up against the entrance to her sopping wet pussy.
“You want this?” he breathed huskily into her ear. The act of leaning over Melody’s back had already driven the very tip of his cock inside her.
“YES,” she gasped needlessly.
“Tell me.”
“I want it!”
“Where?”
“INSIDE me…”
He pushed the head in. It was the most incredible feeling in the world. But then he stopped.
“Oh please,” she begged. “Lucus, please…”
He shoved all the way into her… in one glorious, beautiful thrust. It filled Melody totally and completely. Sent her mind reeling with pleasure, spinning to the edges of delirium and ecstasy.
OH GOD…
He began thrusting; long, deep strokes that stretched her to wonderful new limits. His arms held her pinned before him, his hands guiding her body back and forth against the full length of his cock. Melody’s eyes rolled back in gratification. A steady grunting noise issued from the back of her throat.
“You’re so hot inside,” he said, screwing himself against her. “So hot and so wet…”
Her arms were locked, her legs bent at the knees. For a while she fucked back against him, wildly, as if daring him to take her deeper. In the end though, the raw pleasure was just too much. Melody surrendered, collapsing forward into the softness of the straw bed. She focused only on breathing, and on the exquisite sensation of Lucus’s strong, lean body slamming itself home, very deep, way up near the entrance to her womb.
He fucked like an animal. One full of angst, and pent-up frustration. He continued pounding away, using her body purely for his own pleasure, and the harder he gave it the harder Melody was determined to take.
In other words she absolutely loved it.
She cooed softly in the warm realm of the loft, until the strength and ferocity of her lover’s ceaseless pounding finally triggered her orgasm. Melody screamed murderously as she came, screwing so hard against his thrusting abdomen that Lucus had no choice but to hold her body absolutely still. This allowed her full control, to rub and grind at her clit with precisely the right amount of pressure as he remained buried to the hilt inside her. She bucked hard, shuddering through the violent throes of an earth-shattering climax, all while reaching back to claw the smith’s ass hard against her body with pointed, painted fingertips.
When she was finished Melody basically let go of every remaining inhibition, falling orgasmically limp beneath his onslaught. Mercifully he didn’t last long, his rough hands palming the soft globes of her delectable ass as he exploded inside her from behind.
Eventually he rolled off of her, dribbling a long pearlescent stream of his creamy white seed. She was packed absolutely full of it, stretched out on her belly in the makeshift bedroll as it leaked from her well-fucked pussy and onto the linens beneath.
“Jesus Christ, Lucus,” she panted as he dropped down beside her. Her legs still trembled, her body heaving with the exertion of being so throughly, utterly fucked.
The blacksmith said nothing, because there was nothing to really say. He only propped himself up on one elbow and grinned.