Melt Me (Body Scenes 2)

“I told you,” he said. “You inspire me.”

“Are you inspired enough to fuck me?”

The wicked glint in his chocolate-brown eyes gave her the answer she sought.

He moved off the sofa and stripped off his briefs. He took a long swig of vodka and dragged the back of a hand across his perspiring forehead, then went for a condom in her goody drawer.

Finally!

Yvette was this close to jumping for joy.

He returned to the sofa, balancing himself on one knee between her parted legs. His fingers wrapped around her calf and he lifted her leg so it rested against his shoulder. With one foot firmly on the floor beside the couch, he had the right leverage to lean over her, the head of his cock pressing against the opening of her wet cunt.

Their gazes locked and she said, “No more teasing.”

His cock thrust into her and Yvette cried out.

Finn didn’t waste time with a slow rhythm. He pulled out then thrust back into her with a quick, steady pace.

“Oh God!” Her head fell back against the arm of the sofa as Finn leaned farther forward and planted his hand beside her head. He fucked her with hard thrusts and quick strokes, causing her mind to go blank and her eyes to close. “Oh yes,” she whispered. “Just like that.”

She hadn’t had to ask or instruct or beg. He’d known exactly what she wanted and was giving it to her. His thick shaft felt huge inside her, stretching her and hitting all the right spots. He fucked her hard, making her whimper and moan and mumble things that weren’t even coherent.

“Goddamn, you feel good.” He groaned. “So fucking tight. Jesus, Yvette.”

She wasn’t sure how he managed it, but he fucked her even harder. Faster.

“Oh Finn!” She came again, her inner walls contracting, clutching at the hard rod that pleasured her. The sensations were more intense this time, because it was Finn inside her.

“Yes, babe,” he mumbled in her ear. “That’s right. Squeeze me tight.”

She lost all control of her body as it responded innately to Finn’s. Her hips lifted and she ground against him, while also milking his cock with a squeeze-and-release motion that had him breathing heavy and her thinking she was about to have another orgasm.

His hands shifted and slid under her ass. He came up on his knee and hammered into her until she was screaming again as the erotic sensations tore through her and he did make her come again. He kept fucking her, giving her exactly what she’d wanted all along—more.

“I’m going to have to build up a tolerance,” he said before another groan fell from his lips. “Your pussy feels so good. Christ, you’re going to make me come.”

She rocked her hips against him, keeping up with his frantic pace as her cunt clutched him tight. When that first tremor rocked his body, she squeezed him even tighter.

“Oh fuck. Yvette!”

He was close, she could feel it.

“Come inside me, Finn. Fuck me harder and come inside me.” It was a wonder she could get the words out because she was having trouble breathing. Her heavy panting filled the room, along with Finn’s grunts of pleasure. She used her hips and cunt to get him a little more worked up.

When his body started to shake, she said, “Yes, Finn, that’s it. Fuck my pussy until you come. Come inside me.” She felt her own orgasm build again. The prickly sensation, the taunting pressure, the exquisite tension. “God, Finn. You’re going to make me come again.”

“Ah shit!” He thrust deep into her and she felt his cock pulse and throb as he climaxed, his body convulsing all around her.

He pushed a little deeper and it was Yvette’s undoing. “Yes!” She cried out. “Oh Finn! Yes!” Her hands gripped his shoulders and they both rode the waves of ecstasy. Her inner walls constricted around his cock, holding him inside her body. Her hips rolled and rocked, stealing every ounce of pleasure his body gave hers.

Finn didn’t collapse on top of her, but he was close enough that he could kiss her. His mouth pressed to hers for the briefest of moments before their lips parted and his tongue delved inside, kissing her passionately, hungrily. As though he couldn’t quite get enough of her. She prayed that was the case, because she clearly couldn’t get enough of him!

When they finally came up for air and her orgasm ebbed, she said, “Now I’ve been thoroughly fucked.”

Finn groaned. “I didn’t even make it past the first position.”

She smiled, unable to resist gloating. “We have all weekend to appease your creative mind.”