He savored the tang of her sex, licking and sucking on her clit, making tiny sobs of pleasure burst out of Melody as she strained for release. It didn’t take her long to find it. Her body quaked when she fell over the edge. Her moans were low and surrendering, and she freed the comforter only to hold his head to her while she rode out the tempest.
Her pussy clenched around his fingers to the pulse of her climax, and his cock jerked in response, aching for her. Hearing her come undone so completely did away with the last of his restraint. He didn’t even give her a chance to catch her breath. He surged forward, draped himself over Melody, savoring her soft curves. He hesitated to kiss her, not knowing if she’d take issue, but before he could ask, her fingers were in his hair once more. She tugged him down until they were sharing the same air and her tongue darted out, licking his lips, tasting herself on him.
Holy shit, that’s sexy!
If Clay didn’t fuck her, he was going to come all over her stomach, because this woman pushed all his buttons and turned him on in ways he hadn’t thought were possible. Karma was an asshole. Now he was the one shaking and desperate. His balls throbbed with the need to spill inside her. He lost all semblance of who he was, his vision narrowing to the simple, primal goal of claiming Melody and fucking her until they were both sated and spent.
Clay moaned into her mouth when she kissed him, her tongue pushing past his lips boldly. It made the need burn brighter. He thrust against her, blindly seeking a cure for the tension, his rock-hard cock sliding against silky skin. He would have asked, but he didn’t have to. Melody spread her legs wide to his need, wrapping them around his hips, her ankles hooking at his lower back.
With her tongue still claiming his mouth, Clay found heaven for a second time that evening. He slid into Melody, feeling her tight heat envelop him in bliss. He wanted to go slow, to take his time and savor her, but once wasn’t near enough to slake the pounding lust that sizzled between them. He wasn’t sure if a lifetime would appease the hunger that left him shaking with the rush of ecstasy that flooded his bloodstream as he buried his cock fully inside her.
Melody was shaking too, her hips pushing against his as she squirmed for more. Her kisses became low moans that reverberated through him, making him greedy and heedless of being gentle. He pulled out and thrust back in, this time hard enough to make Melody gasp from the force of it.
Clay couldn’t stop.
All he could do was move. He slammed his hips against hers, the slap of skin against skin blending with their moans and pants of pleasure. His palms were splayed wide on the comforter, his thighs straining from the force of his thrusts as Melody clung to his shoulders, her legs still wrapped tightly around him.
He might have tried to find sanity if Melody wasn’t wild right along with him. Every thrust had her crying out, “Please please please,” as her nails dug into his skin.
The coil just wound tighter, the tension building and building until he was forced to reach down and cup her ass. He clutched the soft, round globe, holding her tighter against him, angling her hips for that next hard plunge. They both shattered, their bodies tensing at the same time, their cries serendipitous and perfect because if he was going to be this lost, he wanted to be lost with Melody.
Clay’s cock pulsed as he coated her pussy with his cum. The pleasure of it left him suspended in time as Melody’s body clenched around him. Even their climaxes felt in sync, like the beat of their hearts were meant to throb together.
The bliss felt like forever, which was more than enough time to steal his breath and energy in the aftermath. Clay’s arms shook in an effort to hold himself up and eventually gave out. He fell on top of Melody, who grunted under his weight. Knowing it was too much, he reluctantly rolled off her.
Clay lay there trying to catch his breath, his heart beating the hell out of his ribs. Recovery took longer than he wanted to wait to touch Melody. He reached out, wrapped his fingers around her upper arm, and tugged gently until she turned and draped herself over him.
“Nice.” Melody hummed, her cheek resting against his chest. “’M, sleepy.”
“Then go to sleep.” Clay knew how hard she worked. Rest was precious when she was always working double shifts, and he wanted her to have as much of it as possible. “There ain’t nothing stopping ya from closing your eyes.”
Melody took the suggestion and snuggled closer to him. Her legs tangled with his. Her cheek rubbed against his chest. Her hand petted and touched for a few minutes. It didn’t take her long to fall lax over him, her breathing evening out to the gentle rhythm of deep sleep. Clay was right there with her. Surrendering himself to the heaviness of gratified exhaustion was easy. He fell asleep, happy and sated, with Melody curled up in his arms.