Marking Melody by R.E. Butler

with glee.  “Thanks, Dana.”
    “Do you want some lunch?” she called as Tristan walked with Melody to the stairs.
    “Maybe later,” he said over his shoulder.  Right now, he just wanted dessert.
    If Melody had longer legs, he would have taken the steps three at a time, but even in spite of what he felt was a snail’s pace, they made it to their room and he had her inside and the door locked with the Do Not Disturb placard hanging on the outer handle in record time.
    She jumped into his arms, and his back crashed against the door.  Her mouth crushed his, and her tongue slipped between his lips.  Her arms and legs wound around him, and he cradled her butt with one arm and slid his hand through her hair, fisting it and pulling her away slightly.
    “Want you,” she panted, squeezing his waist with her legs and pressing the apex of her thighs against the fly of his jeans.
    “I want you, too, baby,” he said, pushing off the door as she kissed him again.
    He walked blindly towards the bed, and when his legs hit the mattress, he spun and sat down so she was in his lap.  Their tongues dueled frantically as she tore at his shirt, nicking his back with her nails as she pulled it upwards.  Separating only long enough for both their shirts and her bra to hit the floor, he cupped her face with his hands and rubbed his thumbs along her jaw.  Her hands glided over his back and shoulders, and goosebumps rose on his skin as she tickled her nails up his neck and threaded her fingers through his hair.  He searched out all the secret places in her mouth, learning every soft and hard place within, as his hands stroked firmly up and down her back.  Her body pressed against his with each upward stroke and relaxed on the way down, and he felt as though he might combust just from the friction.
    Tracing his fingers down her neck, he walked them across her shoulders and swirled patterns up and down her arms.  Her skin was soft and smooth, and with each inhale, her hard nipples brushed against his chest.  Slipping his hands up her back once more, he fisted her hair with both hands and carefully pulled, arching her back with the motion and putting her beautiful breasts on full display for him.  She relaxed in his arms, winding her hands around his biceps for support, as he bent and drew one tight nipple in his mouth.  She tasted exquisite.  His tongue teased the very tip of her nipple as his teeth gently held it captive.  He drew it deeply into his mouth, and she shuddered, her moans filling his ears as he released his hold and gazed at the swollen, dark peak.  Drawing a line from the top of one breast, down the valley between, and circling the tip of the other, he lavished the untended nipple with licks and kisses and deep, hard pulls.
    He wanted more.  To taste her, to feel her come on his tongue, to hear her cry out his name.  With a swift twist, he rolled them until he stood and she was stretched out on her back on the bed.  Her chest heaved and she curled her hands into the comforter until her knuckles turned white.  He ripped the button on her shorts off in his haste, making a mental promise to find the button and get it fixed.  Stripping the shorts and panties off, he threw her clothes and sandals to the floor, toed off his shoes and shoved his shorts down his legs.
    For a moment, he paused and looked at her.  Sunlight streamed in through the blinds and cast a golden glow over her skin that was flushed with passion.  He’d never seen a more beautiful woman in his life, and he was quickly falling in love with her.
    His hands trembled with excitement as he climbed on the bed and kissed her, cupping her face with one hand and delving his tongue into her mouth.  She clutched at him, pulling him closer, and he lost himself in the kiss until his erection throbbed and reminded him that he didn’t want to get interrupted before they’d even really gotten started.
    Rolling to his back, he settled his head on a pillow