“Please,” she begged once more, the two of them still sharing the same air as she stood on her toes to savor more of his bare skin against hers.
Clay panted with her, his breath warm against her lips, his dark eyes dazed and hungry as he studied her face. “But—”
“It’s special,” Melody promised as she let go of his hair only to stroke his bare chest, relishing the feel of cut muscles shifting under her fingers. Her touch moved to his upper arm to clutch at his massive bicep. His raw strength was awe inspiring and sexy. She closed her eyes at the thought since it was making the throb between her legs too painful to be denied. “It’s special, Clay. It’s special because it’s with you. It’d be special anywhere.”
Clay gripped her hips, and Melody expected him to push her away like he had in the car. Instead she choked back a gasp when he lifted her up. He pushed her against the shower wall, the tiles cold against her bare back, but what did she care? Clay was kissing her again, his thick, hard cock pressing against her pussy, which clenched to feel more of him.
Having a man this close, practically inside her, was different than she remembered. He seemed too big. She wished she could reach down and feel him. She wanted to stroke the full length of that thick cock nudging at her opening, but all she could do was hold on to him while his tongue owned her mouth. She twined her arms around his neck as their lips met over and over again. Their kissing was carnal and passionate in a way she’d never imagined. Sharing the same air with him was addictive. Connecting with him tasted like her first sip of wine—sweet and intoxicating. She wanted more.
She writhed, shifting her hips up until the head of his cock brushed her throbbing clit. She never got more than a small taste of heaven because he was holding her in a way that sapped her control. His arms were hooked under her knees, opening her wide, leaving her exposed and waiting for that first hard thrust that never came. Instead the crescendo built; the need boiled and raged. Melody would be begging if she could give up the addictive feel of his kiss long enough to find her voice.
Finally it was Clay who voiced the agony of denial. His breathing labored and shallow, he groaned. “I can’t…I can’t wait, Mel.”
“Then don’t.” Melody panted, the two of them still sharing the same air. One breath, one heartbeat. “Fuck me.”
Clay’s forehead fell to hers. His gaze held her captive as he studied her. She could see the defeat in him, an ultimate surrender to the overwhelming passion that exploded between them. It showed on his handsome face before his eyes closed, and he slowly lowered her onto his cock. A shocked gasp tore out of Melody from the bolt of pleasure that came from the first push of the head inside her. He was so big he stretched her almost painfully, but her pussy was wet and needy for him, quivering to be taken. She bowed to the ecstasy, submitting herself to the thrust of his hips against hers. She savored the leisurely slide of being stretched and filled until his thick cock topped out, nudging her cervix and halting his claiming of her.
“Fuck,” Clay growled, his fingers digging into the small of her back as her legs remained hooked over his elbows. His body shook, and he shifted his hips against hers, as if trying to get deeper, but he was too big. “Gimme a minute, ’cause I’m gonna lose it. You feel so good, so tight. Christ, I feel like I’m fucking dying.”
Melody nodded wordlessly, understanding his mindless desperation.
She lowered her head, still trying to breathe past the ecstasy that didn’t want to yield to the stillness and sacredness of the moment. She searched for something carnal, something flesh and bone to distract her from the emotional current of synchronicity pulsing in the air around them.
She stared down at Clay’s cock, wet with her juices, stretching her tightly and buried deep. The soft pinkness of her sex wrapped around the thick, steely length of Clay’s cock. It was an oddly beautiful picture because it was the two of them together. Bodies joining shouldn’t be such an erotic sight, but it was and she was forced to close her eyes against it. Seeing the visible evidence of their connection was going to push her over the edge.
She tossed her head back against the tiles and arched her back to the throb of pleasure ricocheting between them. With a low growl of hunger, Clay lost his battle for control. He pulled out of her gently, only to thrust back in hard and fast. The contradiction was shocking, the pleasure even more so. The sear of bliss was so sweeping it stole Melody’s breath, but she had no choice but to weather the storm.