Defying the Odds(50)

“Fuck!”



Clay jerked at the pleasure and reached up to fist a hand in her hair, holding on to her like a lifeline. He fought to keep his eyes open because that was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen—Melody’s mouth on him, poised halfway down his dick before she slid back up and licked the head once more. When she sucked him again, this time taking him deeper, Clay lost his battle to watch. He bowed into the pleasure of her mouth, his eyes closing to the ecstasy as she started sucking and stroking him in earnest.



It’d been too long. His body began vibrating almost instantly. His balls were tight and pained with the need to come because Melody was really good at this. He wasn’t expecting it. They hadn’t been together long enough for him to have grown accustomed to the flare of passion. He felt blindsided by the pleasure and longing she churned up in him. He didn’t think he could want this badly or ache this deeply until they’d fallen into each other’s lives.



Teeth clenched, body tight, he fought once more to open his eyes. He watched her suck him, pink lips glistening as she took him in her mouth hard and deep over and over again. He let the memory etch itself into his brain because it was an exquisite sight. Then he used his hold on her hair to tug hard enough to force her to release.



“Come here.” He groaned, knowing he was two seconds away from losing it.



Melody’s breathing was shallow, her eyes wild as she looked up at him in confusion. “What?”



“Come here,” he repeated and reached down to grasp her wrist. “Come here and lemme feel you, Mel. I need it.”



Melody must have needed it too because she crawled over him without complaint. When she sat straddled over him, Clay leaned up to rest his weight on one open palm. He used his hold on her hair to tug her head back, and leaned down to feast on the thrust of her tits. He sucked on one pink nipple hungrily, his tongue laving the taut bud until it tightened against his lips.



“God.” Melody bowed more deeply into the pull of her hair, offering herself up to him. “Why does it feel so good?”



Clay didn’t have the answer to that, but he wasn’t complaining about it, either. He moved over to the other breast, giving it the same harsh treatment, sucking and tugging lightly with his teeth until it beaded up. Melody was panting, shaking in his arms. She was so fucking responsive it drove him crazy.



He dragged his tongue slowly from her chest to the base of her throat and then used his hold on her hair to expose the gentle curve of her neck. He nipped and bit at the soft skin, her hair soft against his face, her moans making his cock ache for the first hard push inside her.



“Please, please, please.” She writhed in his arms, her warm, wet pussy brushing against his dick, beckoning him. “Please, Clay!”



He brought her mouth to his. The kiss was hot, wild, uninhibited for the pulse of several long heartbeats before he pulled away and looked at Melody, needy and breathless over him.



“Go ahead.” Clay’s voice turned low and gravelly with sex. “Use it; fuck it. It belongs to you; own it.”



Melody’s gaze became molten, the pink sheen of morning painting itself over her flushed skin. She licked her lips, looking awed. “Is that true?”



“Yes,” he assured her without hesitation. “I thought I was broken too, that I’d never trust women, but I had it all wrong. I wasn’t broken at all. I was just waiting for you. It’s always been yours; even before we met, it belonged to you.”



Clay wasn’t real sure if they were talking about his heart or cock, but it didn’t seem to matter. Melody sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes glittering like emeralds as they filled with tears. She reached up, cupping his face in both her open palms. She kissed him, soft and sweet, as she shifted her hips, rising up higher on her knees until the head of his cock was pushing against the tight, warm opening of her pussy.



He tightened his fingers in her hair once more. He took dominance of the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth as an outlet. The pleasure of leisurely sliding into her wet heat, her pussy slowly stretching to accommodate his girth, was driving him insane. They were both shaking with the measured rise of bliss, feeding the flames on purpose, waiting until the pulse was too much to deny.



She clung to his shoulders, her small fingernails digging into the skin until he was buried as deep as he could go. Melody pulled back, looking between them, her chest still rising and falling with rapid pants of desire.



“I like looking at you in me,” she whispered as if confessing a dark secret. “I dunno why I like it, but I do.”