Melt For Him(56)

She gasped, and her voice rose an octave. He looked up at her. “Hmm. I must not be doing it right.”

“Please, Becker. Touch me again.”

He looped a finger through the panel of her panties, swept her again, stopping briefly to flick her clit with the tip of his tongue. Another high-pitched moan fell on his ears as she rocked her hips into his face. He pulled back, giving her another playful look. “Hmm. You’re not there yet. What are we going to do about you?”

She grabbed at his hair, trying to return him to the promised land.

“No. I want you another way.”

“Anything. Anything you want.”

He moved up so he could kiss her mouth, and she grabbed hungrily at him as he tugged off her panties, leaving her naked and perfect beneath him. With his hands gripping her waist, he shifted her around so she straddled him as he lay on his back. He lifted her by her hips, hovered her over his chest, watching her expression as her eyes went wide with desire. He lowered her over his face, holding her thighs gently but firmly as he rocked her against his lips.

Quickly, her breathing became heavier, and her pants turned into a random combination of Oh Gods and his name, over and over, as he drank her in, his tongue racing across her decadent wetness, the taste of her on his lips. He watched her the whole while, her breasts bouncing as she rocked against his mouth, one hand pressed against her face as if the pleasure were too intense for her to bear.

His entire body felt alive and electric as he consumed her.

Eyes closed, lips parted, she leaned forward, bracing against the wall for balance. Soon her movements became erratic, and her mouth fell open in a perfect O as she moaned and gasped. He gripped her hips harder, wanting to drown in her. She was a sight to behold as she fucked his face, and he zeroed in on her. Harder, faster, more furious, until she shouted his name and bucked against his mouth, losing the last shred of control as she went over the edge.

He chased her with his tongue, savoring every delicious drop of her as the aftershocks spread through her body, and she shuddered several times but didn’t move. Her hands were still locked to the wall, it seemed, and her body was angled over him, and he could barely breathe, but he didn’t care, because he loved the fact that he’d just delivered a shattering orgasm to her, but yet it felt as if she’d fucked him like crazy.

Maybe she had. Soon, she let go of her grip on the wall, then sank to his side, wedging her naked body against his clothed one.

“Mmm,” she said dreamily, her fingers fumbling at his shirt. “It’s not fair that you have clothes on.”

“So get me naked,” he said.

She reached for his T-shirt, pulling it over his head. She stopped and drank him in with her eyes, her gaze setting his skin on fire as it roamed over his chest, his arms, his abs. Her hands fanned the flames as she skimmed them between his pecs, over his stomach, and down to his jeans. He toed off his shoes. She grappled with his belt buckle and jeans, letting them fall to the floor, then pushed his boxer briefs down too. He was completely aroused, aching for her touch.

Her eyes looked wild as her hand was drawn toward him. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and he shuddered. They were both so fevered.

“Condom,” he rasped out, barely able to speak in sentences as she stroked his erection. “Nightstand.”

The moment was eerily familiar, as if they’d fallen into déjà vu, but everything was different now. Because they were different. They were no longer two strangers tangling in the sheets in his home. They were two lovers who knew each other. They knew each other’s fears, and hopes, and dreams. He wanted all of her, body and heart.

She scooted across the bed and reached for the foil packet. She opened it and rolled it on him. There was something intensely erotic about watching her cover him. Maybe it was because her hand was on him, maybe it was because her eyes were locked on his the whole time, or maybe it was just because it was the calm before the storm.

“Lie back,” he instructed her, and she did, sliding up toward the pillows. She was so beautifully fucking inviting and ready for him. He bent down between her legs, groaning as he traced a finger against her. He held on to the base of his cock and teased her pussy with the tip, rubbing against her hot wetness. She gasped and her legs fell open easily. He pushed the head in, then looked in her eyes, staying completely still.

“Tell me what you want, Megan,” he said.

She’d made it clear, but he wanted to hear it again and again.

“You,” she said. “I want you.”

“How do you want me?”

“I want you inside me,” she said, and her voice was a wild plea, needy and hungry.