My hands find their way to her face, cradling her jaw, and I pull back to trace my thumbs along both lips, memorizing the shape as my gaze follows. “This mouth has captivated me since the first day you smiled in my direction, all sweetness and sunbeams. It fucking pissed me off.”
She shivers. “You think about my mouth?”
“More than I care to admit.” Her body buzzes with anticipation, waiting for me to take that kiss she’s been dying to give me. I dodge her lips to trail my tongue along her jawline, nicking her skin with my teeth. “I’ve thought about how your mouth would feel against mine, and if your lips were as soft as that look I’d always see in your eyes when you’d watch me.” Gliding my tongue back down, she arches her neck with a moan. “I’ve thought about it wrapped around me.” I nip at her jaw again. “I’ve jerked off a hell of a lot of times picturing that pretty mouth sucking me off.”
Melody turns to putty in my hands, and I feel her wetness seeping through my denim jeans.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” I finish, dragging my fingers up to her silky mane of hair, scratching her scalp. “Then I’m going to fuck you.”
Before she can respond, I lean forward, nibbling her bottom lip, my tongue poking out for a quick taste. I kiss her gently—once, twice. And then my mouth claims her in a desperate, needy kiss, pulling a deep groan from my chest when I push my tongue between her teeth and taste her for the first time. She whimpers in return, her nails digging into my cheeks as she coasts her tongue along mine. I’m reckless and wild, the feel of her so intimately woven with me igniting something I’ve never experienced before. Something alarmingly addicting.
We tangle and dance, her warmth invading me, her light healing me from the inside out, and I feel like I’m drowning, sinking deep and endless, but it’s okay…
I know she’s there to catch me.
Pulling back for a breath, I clutch her in a fierce, possessive hold, rasping out, “You taste exactly like your smile.”
Melody’s chest heaves as she drags her nails down my jaw, then my neck. “What does it taste like?”
“Mine.”
Another whimper hits my ears as we collide. I angle her face against my mouth, devouring her while my hips arc up, seeking the hot friction between her thighs. I’m rock-hard, my dick throbbing in my jeans, aching to feel her sheathed around me once again, tight and wet. My fingers wind behind her head to lace through her hair, forcing our lips to stay locked together as I use my opposite hand to reach down and unzip my pants.
Melody squirms on top of me, inching her dress up over her waist, then helps tug my jeans down. My hips lift automatically until I’m pulling my cock from my boxers and she’s positioning herself over me, reaching between my legs.
Her fingers curl around me, stroking my length in her small, tight fist. My head falls back, a hiss escaping, when she rolls her thumb over the tip, wet with arousal. “Fuck, Melody. Don’t make me come in your fucking hand.”
She kisses me, sweeping her tongue along the roof of my mouth, then pulls back and asks huskily, “Has anyone ever touched you like this before?”
Fuck, no.
Melody is my first.
My first kiss, my first hand job, my first goddamn brush with humanity.
“Just you,” I ground out, barely able to make out her hand pumping me slow and steady through the veil of darkness. But I see her eyes flash by way of ethereal moonlight, dancing with prowess, alight with desire. “Only you.”
Her lips find mine, her hand still jerking me, and our moans blend as one. “God, I love kissing you,” she sighs.
“So, kiss me,” I say back, hardly coherent, biting at her lip. “And ride me.”
Melody makes this mewling sound that causes my dick to twitch in her hand. She lets go of me to yank her underwear aside, then situates the tip of my cock at her entrance, hot and slick. It takes all of my effort not to lose it and come undone like a total fucking tool as I slip inside, only an inch. She hesitates, her fingers drifting to the hem of my t-shirt, an attempt to tug it off me.
I grab her wrists. “No.”
Her expression wilts for just a moment, a shadowy frown staring back at me through the dark… but then she nods.
An understanding.
Instead, she reaches for her own dress, pulling it up over her head until it’s discarded, and her hair falls down in champagne waves. I weave my hands behind her back to fumble with her bra clasp while she continues to tease my dick, and I swear I stiffen even more the second the lace fabric slips free and her breasts are exposed, bathed in a hint of milky moonlight.
Fuck, she’s pretty.
Melody grips the back of my head and thrusts her tits in my face as she sinks down onto my cock. I bite her nipple with a sharp grunt, causing her nails to pierce the base of my skull. “Parker…”
She grits out my name in a way no one ever has before. So defenseless. Unarmed. Melody gave me something that night in the rain when I fucked her against her shed like a goddamn animal, and I understood the value in it. It was raw and dirty, but it was precious, too. She gave me something she had only shared with one other man—her husband.
It scared the shit out of me.
But right now she’s giving me something else, and it’s more than just her body. It’s more than flesh and moans, or the way she’s taking my cock like it was fucking made for her.
She’s giving me real, genuine intimacy, a piece of her heart, and I don’t know what to do with it. It’s in the way her forehead rests against mine, her eyes pinned on me while she rises and falls in my lap with each frayed breath. It’s in the way she clings to me, her fingers curled around the nape of my neck, thumbs dusting over the skin beneath my ears.
It’s in the way she just said my name.
Normally, I’d resist vulnerability like it were poison, reacting with my own anger and venom. But I’m not angry, I’m just unfit and out of my goddamn element, so I funnel those feelings into passion instead, snaking my arms around her back, fisting her hair hard, and fucking her until she cries out.
“Ohhh, my God,” Melody moans, squeezing me tighter.
I angle my hips, thrusting upward and holding her in place, hitting a spot that makes her damn near untether. I’m not small—hell, pretty sure I’m a lot bigger than average—and she’s so fucking petite and breakable, I’m afraid I might hurt her. Tugging her head down, I grit out into her ear, “You okay?”
Her hair tickles my nose when she nods. “Feels so good,” she mutters hoarsely. “You feel so good.”
Melody grips my shoulders and straightens, throwing her head back and gyrating up and down, twirling her hips. I latch onto those hipbones, my fingertips digging in hard enough to leave little bruises behind, and I pull her to me, sucking a taut nipple into my mouth. She bounces in my lap, moans and whimpers escaping her every time she slams down, hitting that sweet spot.
Jesus Christ, I could get used to this.
“Keep making those sounds and I’m going to go fucking feral on you,” I hiss, my fingers scratching down the light layer of sweat casing her spine while hers grab fistfuls of my hair.
It feels like I’m tearing her apart, and she’s piecing me back together.
“Do it,” she says, still riding me, still taking me to the hilt. “Don’t hold back.”