Melt Me (Body Scenes 2)

“And here I was pissed off that my cooler was shot to shit. Seems it chose the right time to crap out on me.”

“Sometimes, it all just falls into line.” As though done with the small talk, his mouth pressed to hers. Yvette’s lips parted and his tongue plunged inside, sweeping over hers, tangling with it, teasing it. Teasing her. Oh what a wicked tongue it was! Yvette couldn’t wait to feel it on her nipples and her clit.

Tugging the material of Finn’s white, button-down shirt from the waist of his jeans helped her to spread the opening of the shirt wide, so she could run her hands over his magnificent body. His hard pectoral muscles. His rigid abdomen. His strong back. Her hands splayed across his shoulder blades as she pressed her chest to his, loving the feel of his hot skin and hard muscles against her breasts.

All the while, Finn continued his tongue tango, deepening their kiss as though her hands on his body excited him even more.

When they finally came up for air, Finn groaned. “Christ, this is painful.” He shifted from one booted foot to the other, as though to alleviate the pressure between his legs.

“Getting a little snug behind that zipper?” she asked as she ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip. Tasting the minty flavor Finn left behind, which mingled with her vodka to create a refreshing combination.

“I’ve been hard since I stepped into your elevator.” He shook his head. “Hell, I’ve been hard since I met you.”

Grinning, she said, “Perhaps you should have waited to break out the ice. It’s melting while we’re making out.”

“It’ll last a while longer.” That said, he dipped his head again and kissed her passionately, conveying his desire for her. His need for her.

Yvette melted faster than the ice under his heat and intensity. Her body pressed tighter against his as the hand at her hip moved to her ass. He cupped the lace-covered cheek, giving it a hard squeeze. His erection pushed against her belly, making her wish she was as tall as him so his cock would nestle between her legs. She wanted them naked so she could rub her mound against the full length of him, feel the thick organ slide along her wet pussy lips. Nudge her opening. Slip inside…

She moaned as her body went into sensory overload. She wanted Finn in the worst way, but couldn’t stop kissing him to tell him. His mouth on hers was electric!

The fingers that were twisted in her hair, which was damp at the nape of her neck, slid over her throat and across her collarbone. His hand swept lower and he palmed a breast as his kiss went on and on. He squeezed roughly, causing fire to ignite in her belly. The pad of his thumb rubbed her nipple even tighter. When he pinched it, Yvette tore her mouth from his.

“Oh God!”

His hands on her body felt even more sinfully delicious than she’d imagined!

Her breath came in hard pulls, as did his. But Finn didn’t let up. His hand eased down between her parted legs and he stroked her outer lips through the thin material of her panties, the lace adding extra friction. Making her crazy for him.

“Finn,” she whispered on a sharp rush of air.

As though accepting that one word as a plea for mercy, his fingers swept aside the damp crotch of her panties and he stroked her bare flesh, making her hotter. Wetter. When he targeted her swollen clit, massaging it with skill and confidence, knowing exactly the rhythm that would get her off, Yvette’s knees nearly knocked together.

Liquid fire seemed to flow through her veins. Her head fell back on her shoulders as Finn’s mouth pressed to her neck, his lips and tongue teasing her moist skin, his teeth nipping, his breath soothing the erotic sting. All the while, his fingertips worked her into a sexual frenzy, pushing her right to the edge. He eased one long finger deep into her wet pussy and she let out another unchecked moan.

“Oh yes,” she whispered as the sensuous sensations built inside her. The fire burned brighter, making her insides sizzle.

“God, you’re turning me on,” he said against her neck, his voice low and strained. The heel of his hand rubbed her clit as he pushed a second finger into her aching cunt. “You are so tight. So wet.”

“And so ready to come…”

He groaned. “Do it,” he whispered. “Come all over my fingers.” His pace quickened. The hand on her ass kept her steady, pressed against him. His tongue and teeth teased her throat as he working her a little harder, a little faster.

Yvette’s hands grasped his thick biceps as she held onto him. The sensations inside her swelled, expanding tight like a balloon with too much internal pressure. It burst deep in her cunt, sending the erotic sensations in every direction and making her cry out from the release of the exquisite tension.

“Holy Christ!” She gasped for air. “Oh God, Finn!” Her inner walls clenched tight around his fingers as she savored the glorious feelings coursing through her body, riding the wave of sexual bliss. “Oh God, that is so good.”

She stared up at the ceiling Finn had painted for her when she’d first moved in. The abstract, jewel-toned mural made her smile, because it was Finn’s artwork. His creative genius.

The release of years of sexual tension she’d never been able to alleviate because it was all tied up around wanting Finn was miraculously liberating. And having their first encounter here in her condo, in the living room where he’d painted the ceiling, was perfect. Apropos. Right.

She sighed contently as his lips grazed hers again, before settling over them. He kissed her, long and deep. Her arms slid around his neck. He withdrew his fin

gers from her now-dripping cunt and pulled her into a tight embrace.

When he finally dragged his mouth from hers, Yvette was breathless.

“God, your body feels good against mine,” he said in that low, strained tone that was so damn sexy. “And your pussy… Christ, Yvette. You’re so fucking tight.”