smiled and pulled away, sounding breathy as she spoke. “I meant the
way
you were touching it, kneading it like bread dough, not just any sort of general touching.”
“That makes more sense. I stopped doing that. Should I stop doing this?” He reached around behind her and slipped his middle finger between her legs and into her moist heat, sliding in and out of her with a steady rhythm. She moaned softly and her hips rose involuntarily. Damn, that was sexy. She had the kind of body he loved. He’d lived in South Florida until he was ten years old and seen many beautiful Latina women in bikinis on the beach during his formative years. He appreciated curves on a woman, the classic hourglass with breasts and booty. With her tail end raised, he was getting more and more turned on. Melanie had a body built for sex.
He had a body built to satisfy her.
“No.” She started to move onto his finger. “Please don’t—”
“Please don’t what?”
“Don’t stop.”
“Not until you tell me to,” he promised. “Is this good enough? Do you want something more?” He wanted her to want his cock, but he knew she was shy. Or maybe it wasn’t shyness. Maybe it was that she was uncertain as to what she actually enjoyed. He had a feeling she’d dated her fair share of losers in the past.
He reached with his free hand to get a condom and tore it open with his teeth. Her eyes widened as she saw what he was doing, but she didn’t speak.
It wasn’t normally his first position of the night, to take a woman from behind, but her backside was raised so perfectly, so temptingly, that he couldn’t resist. He moved in behind her, nudging her legs just slightly apart, giving her time to object as he teased her with the tip of his erection. Her response was to lift her hips higher in a blatant invitation.
Oh, yeah. He was going in.
Hunter pushed his cock into Melanie with one thrust, dragging a groan from both of them. He was just savoring the sensation when he realized that she was nearly in the throes of an orgasm. Holy shit, that was hot.
He gripped her hips and slid a finger down and around to tease her clit.
The deep, throaty sob of satisfaction she gave was the best thing he’d heard in ages. “That’s it, Melly. Come for me.”
“I am,” she said, and her pure wonderment made him swallow hard and start to move.
She felt incredible wrapped around him, and he lost himself in her, burying himself deep.
8
M ELANIE BRIEFLY CONSIDERED the fact that she should be embarrassed for having an orgasm so quickly, but she was too busy having an orgasm to care. Damn, the man could do amazing things to her. It was something about his big hands, his hard, warm body, his teasing touch.
And his voice. It was deep, rumbling. Masculine. It didn’t seem outrageous to do anything when he suggested it, when he coaxed her, encouraged.
She hadn’t expected that he would just take her from behind. Then again, she hadn’t expected he would massage her into such languid arousal. While still managing to kiss her. The very fact that it wasn’t following the rehearsed choreography she was so accustomed to made it even sexier. Hunter seemed to do what occurred to him as each moment came, not because he had a sexual routine that he employed with all his lovers.
That was hot.
Which was why by the time he pushed inside her, she was beyond ready to come. He continued to thrust as the waves of ecstasy washed over her. Melanie gripped the bedsheet and allowed herself the freedom to call out his name. She couldn’t believe that it was so easy to reach climax with him. She didn’t consider herself a problem case, exactly, but it usually required a fair amount of effort. That Hunter brought her to the finish line in minutes astonished her and robbed her of any remaining rational thought.
His orgasm was less noisy than hers, but it satisfied her to hear him groan. “Holy shit,” he said. “Melly, baby, that was unbelievable.”
At first
way
you were touching it, kneading it like bread dough, not just any sort of general touching.”
“That makes more sense. I stopped doing that. Should I stop doing this?” He reached around behind her and slipped his middle finger between her legs and into her moist heat, sliding in and out of her with a steady rhythm. She moaned softly and her hips rose involuntarily. Damn, that was sexy. She had the kind of body he loved. He’d lived in South Florida until he was ten years old and seen many beautiful Latina women in bikinis on the beach during his formative years. He appreciated curves on a woman, the classic hourglass with breasts and booty. With her tail end raised, he was getting more and more turned on. Melanie had a body built for sex.
He had a body built to satisfy her.
“No.” She started to move onto his finger. “Please don’t—”
“Please don’t what?”
“Don’t stop.”
“Not until you tell me to,” he promised. “Is this good enough? Do you want something more?” He wanted her to want his cock, but he knew she was shy. Or maybe it wasn’t shyness. Maybe it was that she was uncertain as to what she actually enjoyed. He had a feeling she’d dated her fair share of losers in the past.
He reached with his free hand to get a condom and tore it open with his teeth. Her eyes widened as she saw what he was doing, but she didn’t speak.
It wasn’t normally his first position of the night, to take a woman from behind, but her backside was raised so perfectly, so temptingly, that he couldn’t resist. He moved in behind her, nudging her legs just slightly apart, giving her time to object as he teased her with the tip of his erection. Her response was to lift her hips higher in a blatant invitation.
Oh, yeah. He was going in.
Hunter pushed his cock into Melanie with one thrust, dragging a groan from both of them. He was just savoring the sensation when he realized that she was nearly in the throes of an orgasm. Holy shit, that was hot.
He gripped her hips and slid a finger down and around to tease her clit.
The deep, throaty sob of satisfaction she gave was the best thing he’d heard in ages. “That’s it, Melly. Come for me.”
“I am,” she said, and her pure wonderment made him swallow hard and start to move.
She felt incredible wrapped around him, and he lost himself in her, burying himself deep.
8
M ELANIE BRIEFLY CONSIDERED the fact that she should be embarrassed for having an orgasm so quickly, but she was too busy having an orgasm to care. Damn, the man could do amazing things to her. It was something about his big hands, his hard, warm body, his teasing touch.
And his voice. It was deep, rumbling. Masculine. It didn’t seem outrageous to do anything when he suggested it, when he coaxed her, encouraged.
She hadn’t expected that he would just take her from behind. Then again, she hadn’t expected he would massage her into such languid arousal. While still managing to kiss her. The very fact that it wasn’t following the rehearsed choreography she was so accustomed to made it even sexier. Hunter seemed to do what occurred to him as each moment came, not because he had a sexual routine that he employed with all his lovers.
That was hot.
Which was why by the time he pushed inside her, she was beyond ready to come. He continued to thrust as the waves of ecstasy washed over her. Melanie gripped the bedsheet and allowed herself the freedom to call out his name. She couldn’t believe that it was so easy to reach climax with him. She didn’t consider herself a problem case, exactly, but it usually required a fair amount of effort. That Hunter brought her to the finish line in minutes astonished her and robbed her of any remaining rational thought.
His orgasm was less noisy than hers, but it satisfied her to hear him groan. “Holy shit,” he said. “Melly, baby, that was unbelievable.”
At first
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