Defying the Odds(51)

He leaned farther back on his open palm, giving her a better view of their bodies connecting. Melody sucked in a sharp breath in response, her gaze still glued to the place between them where his cock was buried deep inside her. Seeing her so enthralled with their joining was spellbinding. Clay couldn’t have moved even if he wanted to. All he could do was look at her face, seeing her eyes grow glassy with passion and awed beauty over what she was witnessing.



With a low moan, Melody’s head fell back, her hair tickling his thighs, making it obvious the sight became too much. Then Clay couldn’t do anything but move. He thrust his hips up instinctively and clasped the round curve of her hip to pull her tighter against him. Melody moaned a second time as she fell back farther, her open palms resting against his legs, exposing the curve of her lush figure to his hungry gaze.



He slid his hand up her body and stopped to palm one round breast, brushing his thumb against her nipple. Melody used her grip on his legs to grind against him. Clay moved with her, offering his cock up for her enjoyment. He wanted to watch her get off on him, and he used Melody’s pleasure as a distraction against his own rising hunger. He left her breasts neglected to trace his thumb around the swollen folds of her pussy. Melody shuddered, goose bumps spreading over her flushed skin.



He teased as she rode him, listening to her low moans, observing as her body tightened with the need to come. When he finally touched her clit, rubbing his thumb against it soft and fast, Melody cried out. Her body jerked from the powerful sensation. He expected that she’d give in to the rush of pleasure and fuck to a quick orgasm. Instead she adjusted to the intensity of the intimate touch and rode out the storm leisurely. Bowed back to the thrust of his cock, her movements remained languid as he teased her to climax.



Watching her with a heavy-lidded gaze, Clay continued to play with her body, spread out—beautiful and willing—in front of him. He rubbed her clit, stopping only to feel the slick stretch of his cock buried deeply inside her as she ground against him. Melody’s breathing became sharper, more desperate. Her skin grew dewy with a fine sheen of sweat.



The rise was so slow the pinnacle was a surprise.



When Clay went back to concentrating on rubbing the tight bud hiding between her folds, Melody suddenly cried out, her body shaking, her pussy pulsing around him. Wave after wave seemed to roll over her, drawing out low, sweet sounds of surrender that nearly pulled him down with her. Instead he rode out the storm, thumbing her clit until she fell over the edge, then caressing the smooth lines of her naked body when the rush simmered down to slow, quivering pulses of bliss.



When he felt the last of the tension fall out of Melody, he sat up, wrapped both arms around her back, and pulled her to him. She was languorous, obviously needing the extra support. She twined her arms around him, burying her face in the curve of his neck as she tried to get her breath back.



If he wasn’t so fucking desperate, he would have let her cling to him all morning, but seeing her let go like that, watching the ecstasy build and build, he was half out of his mind with lust. Still holding her to him tightly, he reversed their positions.



Clay pushed her against the mattress before reaching down and then grabbing her thigh. He spread her wide as he pulled out and thrust into her in a hard, carnal mating he couldn’t tame. Melody screamed in response, her back arching, her fingers tangling in his hair. He started driving into her, hungry for his own taste of oblivion after the forced separation between them.



His body strained; the pump of his heartbeat reverberated through him stronger than ever. He was blind to everything save the need to fuck Melody, a helpless slave to his own pleasure. He would have been angry about the weakness if Melody wasn’t right there with him, driven and yearning, her hips moving with every slap of skin against skin.



Melody’s moans became sharp, hard gasps of pleasure, and he knew she was close. He fucked her harder, his grip bruising as he pumped his body into hers. She tensed, her nails dragging across his back, her body shuddering with a second orgasm.



Clay was lost.



He fell into the chasm, the pleasure pounding, the throb of it making white spots form in his vision. He fisted the sheets as his cock pulsed, filling Melody with the warm, sticky evidence of his pleasure. He shuddered and moaned in her arms, surrendering completely to the cataclysm of ecstasy.



It destroyed him.



It left him bare, exposed, and humble in the face of it.



He loved this woman.



There was no other explanation. It wasn’t even surprising. It felt like something he should have known all along. All he could do after the revelation was collapse over her, utterly spent. His words were gone, stolen with his breath. He knew he was heavy and eventually gathered enough good sense to roll off her. He fell onto the bed next to Melody, a hand splayed over his chest, still rising and falling in sharp, hard breaths that lingered after the crash.