hands in her hair. His first priority was to set her gorgeous tresses loose. Prim and proper Melissa had no place in their lovemaking. He wanted the dirty, sexy, alluring, shy Mel.
She helped him, tugging at clips and yanking out an elastic, and there it was. Her mane of russet hair tumbling over her shoulders, framing her face.
His breath caught. “Well, hell.”
She caught her lower lip between her teeth, and uncertainty crept into her huge, hazel eyes. “W-what?”
Ben shook his head, awed by her. “Mel…” He had to clear his throat. She was a bit of alright. “You’re…beautiful.”
She blinked, startled. “I am?”
“You take my breath away.” He had trouble finding enough air to fill his lungs.
Mel smiled shyly at him, a smile so different from the grins he’d tried to coax out of her just a few days ago, and so unlike the confident, seductive looks she’d cast him the last two nights, the disparity hit him full in the chest.
This was the other side of Melissa. The reserved side, timid even. A side that hid the confidence that usually radiated from her. It touched something deep inside his heart. Something he hadn’t expected to be touched ever again. Not after Sienna left him.
Ben collapsed onto the couch. “Come here, sweetness.” He held out his arms to her.
She came, slowly and hesitantly, but she came. And when she reached out and placed one of her hands in his, he tugged until she fell into his lap. This time when he kissed her, he could not stop the tenderness that had overwhelmed him from coming through as their mouths met.
Melissa was exquisite. And determined. And shy. And all woman. She had a lifetime of failures that plagued her, failures she wouldn’t let defeat her. What she didn’t have was a man to love her and to look after her.
She deserved to be adored.
He kept his lips relaxed and his tongue gentle as he kissed her. And she kissed him back in just the same manner. Sweetly. Tenderly. Deeply. Intimately.
Their previous kisses had been exciting, passionate and sexy.
This was all that, yet so much more.
Ben stretched out on the couch, taking Melissa with him. He pressed her body close to his, so close they could have been one, yet still it wasn’t close enough. He wanted—no, he needed—to be inside her.
“Ben,” she whispered, as though reading his thoughts. “Make love to me.”
He looked into her eyes and nodded his agreement. Any vocal response would have sounded glib.
He lay on his back, with Melissa straddling his hips. As though they’d been making love for a lifetime, she lowered herself onto him as he thrust his hips up. Their joining was seamless.
Ben slid inside her wet, waiting warmth.
When he was seated to the hilt, they both stilled and looked into each other’s eyes. Words were unnecessary. Melissa leaned down and offered him her mouth.
He took it, in a greedy kiss that lasted a lifetime. A kiss that rocked him to his very soul. Lying on the couch with Melissa above him, surrounding him with her heat, something clicked inside Ben. Like the changing of gears. Like he’d been driving in second gear for the last nine months, grinding aimlessly uphill, and had finally hit a flat and effortlessly changed to third.
The change was right. Easy. And so steeped in emotion Ben could not begin to figure out what exactly had changed. He just held on for the ride.
And what a ride. When Melissa drew away from his mouth, her lips kiss-swollen and her eyes closed, oxygen again eluded Ben.
She wasn’t just beautiful. She was a goddess. Perfect.
She lifted her torso up and began to sway atop him, the slick heat of her pussy pulling at his erection, consuming it, then releasing it in a sensual rhythm before consuming it all over again.
She danced above him; the long, elegant lines of her body epitomizing all that was feminine. Her breasts swayed as she moved, their seductive tempo hypnotic, and he couldn’t look away.
Ben let her lead him, losing
She helped him, tugging at clips and yanking out an elastic, and there it was. Her mane of russet hair tumbling over her shoulders, framing her face.
His breath caught. “Well, hell.”
She caught her lower lip between her teeth, and uncertainty crept into her huge, hazel eyes. “W-what?”
Ben shook his head, awed by her. “Mel…” He had to clear his throat. She was a bit of alright. “You’re…beautiful.”
She blinked, startled. “I am?”
“You take my breath away.” He had trouble finding enough air to fill his lungs.
Mel smiled shyly at him, a smile so different from the grins he’d tried to coax out of her just a few days ago, and so unlike the confident, seductive looks she’d cast him the last two nights, the disparity hit him full in the chest.
This was the other side of Melissa. The reserved side, timid even. A side that hid the confidence that usually radiated from her. It touched something deep inside his heart. Something he hadn’t expected to be touched ever again. Not after Sienna left him.
Ben collapsed onto the couch. “Come here, sweetness.” He held out his arms to her.
She came, slowly and hesitantly, but she came. And when she reached out and placed one of her hands in his, he tugged until she fell into his lap. This time when he kissed her, he could not stop the tenderness that had overwhelmed him from coming through as their mouths met.
Melissa was exquisite. And determined. And shy. And all woman. She had a lifetime of failures that plagued her, failures she wouldn’t let defeat her. What she didn’t have was a man to love her and to look after her.
She deserved to be adored.
He kept his lips relaxed and his tongue gentle as he kissed her. And she kissed him back in just the same manner. Sweetly. Tenderly. Deeply. Intimately.
Their previous kisses had been exciting, passionate and sexy.
This was all that, yet so much more.
Ben stretched out on the couch, taking Melissa with him. He pressed her body close to his, so close they could have been one, yet still it wasn’t close enough. He wanted—no, he needed—to be inside her.
“Ben,” she whispered, as though reading his thoughts. “Make love to me.”
He looked into her eyes and nodded his agreement. Any vocal response would have sounded glib.
He lay on his back, with Melissa straddling his hips. As though they’d been making love for a lifetime, she lowered herself onto him as he thrust his hips up. Their joining was seamless.
Ben slid inside her wet, waiting warmth.
When he was seated to the hilt, they both stilled and looked into each other’s eyes. Words were unnecessary. Melissa leaned down and offered him her mouth.
He took it, in a greedy kiss that lasted a lifetime. A kiss that rocked him to his very soul. Lying on the couch with Melissa above him, surrounding him with her heat, something clicked inside Ben. Like the changing of gears. Like he’d been driving in second gear for the last nine months, grinding aimlessly uphill, and had finally hit a flat and effortlessly changed to third.
The change was right. Easy. And so steeped in emotion Ben could not begin to figure out what exactly had changed. He just held on for the ride.
And what a ride. When Melissa drew away from his mouth, her lips kiss-swollen and her eyes closed, oxygen again eluded Ben.
She wasn’t just beautiful. She was a goddess. Perfect.
She lifted her torso up and began to sway atop him, the slick heat of her pussy pulling at his erection, consuming it, then releasing it in a sensual rhythm before consuming it all over again.
She danced above him; the long, elegant lines of her body epitomizing all that was feminine. Her breasts swayed as she moved, their seductive tempo hypnotic, and he couldn’t look away.
Ben let her lead him, losing
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