I wanted to make tonight about her. About what she liked. Not about me trying to introduce her to what I liked. I would be gentle. For now. I smiled against her sweet pussy. Making slow, sweet love to her would be no hardship.
As much as I loved taking the dominant role, with Melanie, I could go either way. Making love had never been so perfect as it was with her.
And the fact was, I might never get the chance to introduce her into my private world of pain and pleasure. So while I had the privilege of having her in my bed, I would please her. I would do what she liked.
I slid my tongue over her wet slit once more, determined to bypass her asshole this time. But to my surprise, she lifted her thighs, pulling them upward, baring herself to me. Did she want me to lick her ass?
I looked up. “Melanie, tell me what you want.”
She bent her neck, meeting my gaze. “Lick me…there. Please.”
I smiled. She was so cute. She couldn’t even say “asshole.”
Adorable.
I had been determined to make this about her, but hey, if this was what she wanted. I slid my tongue over her puckered hole.
She sighed.
I took that to mean that she liked it. I lubed her up well with my saliva, forced my tongue into a point, and began to probe the tight hole.
“Oh…” she groaned.
I continued tongue-fucking her asshole until I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed to taste her again. I slid my tongue up her slick slit. I sucked at her, eating all that cream out of her pussy, until I had the urge to kiss her mouth. I leaned forward, still fully clothed, and brushed my lips against hers.
“Kiss me, Melanie. I want you to taste your juice on my tongue.”
She opened for me, and I delved in, swirling my tongue with her warm silky one.
The taste of her sugary mouth mingled with the taste of her pussy. Was there any sweeter nectar? Her kisses intoxicated me. I had never been the kind of man who could make out with a woman for hours, but with Melanie, I felt like I could kiss her forever. My cock was straining against my jeans, but still, I didn’t want to move my mouth from hers and get undressed.
We kissed and we kissed, for a long, long time.
Until I realized I hadn’t yet brought her to climax. I tore my mouth from hers and trailed my lips down her sleek neck, over her shoulders, down her arms to each finger. Up again to her other shoulder and down. I gave her breasts some deserved attention, nibbling on her nipples as she arched beneath me. Then I rained kisses over her smooth abdomen, to her triangle of blond curls, to that beautiful red pussy.
I licked her clit, and then I forced my whole tongue inside of her wet heat. She was so wet and gushing for me. I wanted her to come all over my face. I continued tongue-fucking her, alternating with sucking on her clit. She writhed beneath me, fisting her hands in my hair and pushing me farther into her heat.
I lapped her up, savoring every drop of her juices, and then, when she started to clamp down a bit, I shoved two fingers deep inside her, pushing up against the anterior wall, her G-spot.
And she shattered, coming all over my face and fingers.
I sucked at her relentlessly, and when her orgasm started to subside, I gave her clit a little nip, and she soared again.
“Oh my God, Jonah. So good. So good.”
I flipped her over onto her hands and knees and buried my face between her gorgeous ass cheeks. I couldn’t wait any longer to have her. I stood back, unbuckled my jeans, and forced them over my hips. And I plunged inside that hotness.
So complete. I had never felt this way with anyone. Every moment I entered her was amazing, made me feel so whole, like we were truly one being.
I had never had sex like this.
And I never would again.
I fucked her hard, pounding into her, because I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to reach climax.
When my balls tightened, I gritted my teeth and rammed as hard as I could into that sweet heat.
As I exploded inside her, I closed my eyes. “Melanie, goddamnit, I love you.”