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Melody looked amazing wearing Christmas lights.
Clay stared at her spread out on the bed, skin still dewy from the shower, wet hair hiding full breasts and pink nipples. The blink from the lights shining in through the windows reflected off her pale skin in the near darkness of the room, dancing in colored shadows over her lush body. He was mesmerized by her, so beautiful and open and willing for him.
The cynical side of him was screaming to be careful. Nothing felt this good without repercussions, but Clay made a firm decision to ignore his cynical side, not just for Melody, but for himself too, because he wanted this—wanted her.
“What’re you staring at?” Melody asked, giving him a bemused smile as she looked up at him hovering over her.
The rush of emotion he felt for this woman scared the shit out of him, but he couldn’t seem to stop the fall. Rather than admit he was memorizing everything about her spread out and waiting for him to make love to her, he just shrugged and bent down. He captured one pink nipple with his mouth, lightly tugging on it with his teeth. Melody moaned and arched into him. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding his mouth to her.
Already turned on despite the bone-melting orgasm he’d just had, Clay laved his tongue over the taut peak. The shower had been fast and frantic, a necessary release from the build of sexual tension that exploded between them. Now he could touch and tease until she was flushed and sweaty and completely mindless. He pushed his hips against the mattress at the thought of her wild and desperate for him. His cock was already hard and straining against the comforter.
Clay moved to the other breast. He sucked on the tip once more, savoring her low hum of pleasure. He liked the sounds she made. She was surprisingly receptive and uninhibited, but then so was Clay when they were together. He felt cracked open and exposed to her, but he craved her so damn much he couldn’t stop to worry about it.
All he could do was give in to the hunger.
Clay moved his lips lower, over the smooth plane of her stomach. He reached down, pushing her thighs apart, forcing her to accommodate the width of his shoulders as he nipped her hip bone.
“Clay,” she complained, finally sounding apprehensive. “I don’t—”
He rubbed his fingers over her clit, making Melody gasp and curve to his touch. He watched her face, seeing her white teeth sink into a full bottom lip. He kept his touch featherlight, just enough to make her ache for more. He wasn’t surprised when her eyes glazed over, emerald green reflecting unrestrained want back at him.
While holding her gaze, he stopped touching her, only to bring his fingers to his mouth. He sucked on two, wetting them, his cock jerking at her taste. Then he reached down, sliding his spit-slicked fingers to her pussy, which was tight and sweet and pink, with only a small, thin line of honey-colored hair trying to hide it from his greedy gaze.
“Are you sore?” he asked in concern, tracing the outer lips of her pussy, which seemed a little too pink and swollen. “Did I hurt you?”
Melody writhed, ignoring his concern, her legs spreading wider, her feet pushing down the comforter as she strained for more of his touch. When he continued to tease, simply running his fingers on the outside of her pussy but not entering her, Melody let out a sob of frustration. “Clay!”
“Tell me if you’re hurt,” he pressed, wanting to know how gentle he needed to be.
“No,” she gasped impatiently. “Now stop teasing.”
“Oh, but I like teasing,” he couldn’t help but admit, admiring how beautiful she was, squirming and flushed for more. “And you get wound up so easily. You’re sorta naughty, Mel.”
“Only for you,” she moaned, opening her eyes to give him a look of consummate pleading. “I dunno why I’m like this with you, but I am and I can’t seem to help it.”
“You’re beautiful like this, didja know that?” he asked, his voice low and husky without his permission. “You look like a fallen angel, spread out and begging like you are right now.”
Melody’s eyes closed at his words. She hummed once more and gave herself over to his vision of a wanton angel. Sweet and dirty at the same time, she let him tease until a fresh sheen of sweat covered her body and her pale skin became flushed underneath the Christmas lights. He watched her get wet for more, saw her pussy swell with need. When he brushed his thumb against her clit, she nearly came off the bed.
He slid his fingers into her, savoring her keening cry of pleasure as he pushed them into her ripe pussy and then curved them upward. Melody actually screamed, her hands fisting in the comforter, her body vibrating under his touch. He stroked and stretched, making her head toss on the pillow, and that’s when he leaned down and sucked on her clit, knowing she was too far gone to complain.