Defying the Odds(65)

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, biting her lip against the ecstasy of being finger fucked by him. “I just—”



“Don’t be sorry. Never be sorry.” His breath was warm against the curve of her breast. “You wanna get off on my fingers?”



Melody nodded breathlessly. “Yeah.”



His fingers curved up, pressing against a place inside her that made her gasp at the stun of pleasure, and Clay capitalized on the discovery. His large palm spread over the curve of her lower back and forced her into the thrust of his fingers as he put pressure against that one sensitive place over and over again.



She gasped, her entire body shaking as she clung to him just to stay on her feet. “I can’t take it. It’s too intense, Clay. I can’t—” She cried out once more, bowing to the pleasure of him finger fucking her. “Oh God!”



She couldn’t fight him anymore. He wasn’t listening anyway. The build of pleasure was a strange sort of burn, one that boiled and raged at her center, then pulsed outward until her entire being was consumed. She was wound so tightly Melody heard herself shamelessly begging as she started rutting her hips against his hand. She knew he could feel her pussy quivering with the need to come, and she didn’t care. All she could think about was finding release from the rising tide of ecstasy.



Clay started sucking on her tits again, his teeth scraping and tugging at her nipples, magnifying the pleasure to the point that she had no choice but to give in. When the climax slammed into her, Melody screamed from the velocity of it. Clay tightened his hold, obviously sensing how completely weak she was to the ecstasy surging through her bloodstream as she quivered and shook in his arms. Stars actually danced behind her closed eyelids, and what felt like a lifetime of stress drained out of her tense body to the rolling tide of bliss washing over her.



When the wave started to ebb, Melody slid down the cool glass until she was on her knees in front of Clay. She didn’t even get a chance to catch her breath. Clay fisted his hand in her hair, dragging her mouth to his and kissing her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, and she opened to it, the connection making her blood stir with a fresh swell of yearning. His desperation was rousing, palpable in the very air around them as he pulled away, his broad chest heaving. Then he avoided looking at her, turning his head away to stare to the floor.



Melody knew he was fighting with himself, trying to rein in the rage of hunger that always erupted between them. It could be overwhelming. Melody knew because it scared her too, but she didn’t want him to fight it. She craved all of Clay. She needed to see every dark part to his soul. If he’d fallen over the edge of control, she wanted to feel the chaos with him.



She reached out and ran her fingers over the hard lines of his abdomen. Clay tensed when she undid the button to his jeans.



“It’s okay.” She pulled his zipper down, revealing the hard, thick length of his cock straining against the band of his underwear. “I love you. I love everything about you.”



Clay turned back to her, his features tortured with need. She saw the surrender as he cupped her face once more. She tasted the need when he leaned in, harsh and demanding as he kissed her. She slipped her hand past the band of his underwear, stroking the impressive size of him, and heard the ultimate defeat of his iron control in the low, pained moan against her lips.



He pulled at her panties, pushing them past her hips and down her thighs. “Get ’em off. I want both of us naked.”



Melody was inclined to agree. She liked being naked with Clay. There was freedom in being bare and vulnerable beside him. She lifted her legs and struggled to get the panties off, catching them on one heel before finally tossing them aside. When Clay jumped to his feet and pushed at his jeans, Melody brought one leg up.



“Don’t.” Clay’s eyes narrowed at Melody’s hand on the buckle to her shoe. “I like ’em.”



Melody looked down at the high heels, with their black straps wrapping around her ankles and up to her calves. A smile tugged at her lips. “Well, okay then.”



“They’re sexy.” Clay pushed his jeans past his hips, taking his underwear with them. He toed off one sneaker, kicking it aside as his gaze ran over her. With one knee still raised, Melody was exposed to him, and Clay stared with unabashed intensity. “You’re sexy.”



Melody’s smile grew broader as she looked into his eyes. She slid her fingers between her legs, touching herself and spreading the folds of her pussy wide open to his greedy gaze. Clay sucked in a sharp breath in response, stopping work on his shoes and jeans to watch. Feeling deviant and sensual in a way that appealed to her, Melody slid one finger inside. She did it for his benefit but ended up arching into her hand, her eyes closing from the sensation when she was still so sensitive from her first climax.