“It’s a good thing I think you’re perfect for me too.” My lips suck on the side of his neck, causing him to stutter in his movements.
“We’re perfect for each other, and I’m going to prove it to you right now.”
“Okay,” I breathe out, more excited than ever to see what he has in store for us, my face lifting to look into his eyes.
“Fuck yeah.” He kisses my lips, fast and hard. I never had a doubt in my mind that once we worked through some things, he’d be the perfect man for me, and he’s proving it with every single thing he does.
17
Fox
I gave zero fucks that we were both dripping wet, probably leaving more of a mess than necessary, but damn, this woman, she sucked me dry. Or so I thought, until I came to my senses. Melanie on her knees, body bare to me, slick from the water, and looking pleased at herself because I lost control and came down her throat.
The way she clung to me when I carried her to the bedroom, how I could feel her hips slowly move, trying to find the friction she needed. That’s all it took. Her back meets the mattress, and I’m between her spread thighs. Melanie’s face is flushed, the redness reaching her chest.
“You okay with this?” I ask her, wanting to make sure she’s still okay with us going forward.
“Yes, if you don’t get inside me soon, I’ll leave or do something like this.” She brings her hands to her tits, cupping them before pinching her cherry-colored nipples.
“The fuck you will. Birth control?” I ask, knowing damn well I do not want any fucking barrier between us.
“It’s covered. I’m on the shot, every three months like clockwork.” One of her hands glides down to her stomach.
“Fuck yes. Spread the lips of your pussy for me. Let me see how wet you are for my cock.” My eyes watch the entire time while I stroke my cock. When her fingers do what I demanded, I lie flat on my belly.
“Keep them open. I want to have a taste, then I’m going to claim you, Melanie.”
“Fox, please,” she purrs. I watch her head tip back as my tongue tastes her for the first time, and I know it won’t be the last time either. This woman, she’s mine, and I’m not letting her go, ever. I give Mel what she needs, my mouth on her pussy, rapturing in the taste of her, sucking on her clit, my fingers filling her cunt. When her body starts to quiver, letting me know she’s on the edge, I pull away. There’s no way she’ll have another orgasm without me inside her.
“You’re not coming on my fingers again. This time, it’s going to be on my cock.” She lets out a moan, letting me know how much she hates my mouth and fingers leaving her.
“Ugh,” she groans, but I’m already hovering above her body, my hips wedged between her spread legs. Melanie’s legs are hiked around my waist, my hands cupping her breasts when I thrust deep inside her.
“Fuck, Mel.” This time, it’s me who has to stop, feeling her tightening around my length, being on edge as it is just from tasting her. It’s enough to make me come way before I’m ready.
“Don’t stop. I’m so close, Fox.” Her plea tumbling off her lips spurs me into action, our bodies working together, my hips pistoning, hers thrusting up to meet me. It all adds up. I pinch her nipples, already feeling my own body ready to fuck my cum into her.
“Shit, the way you’re gripping me, I’m about to come inside you. You want that, Mel? Want to feel me leave a piece of my body, a piece of my heart, a piece of my fucking soul?” My words push us both over the edge. It’s our first time together, and we come like our bodies have been synchronized for years.
We’re both breathing heavily, both sated, but I need my lips on hers, telling her without words just how much she means to me. Her lips meet mine, and instead of it being soft, slow, and sweet, she initiates what she wants, and I give her exactly what she needs. It’s searing hot, a tangle of tongues, sucking at lips when we take a breath.
“You’re amazing, Fox. I mean, even though I’m unsure if that’s your real name or not,” she jokes.
“That’s all you, sunshine. You want to know my real name? I’ll tell you, but if you ever use it, I’ll smack your ass red and withhold something you love that I give you.” I move my hips, letting her know just what I’ll take away.
“You wouldn’t.” She grinds herself against me.
“I would. Now, for the name, swear you won’t ever use it.” I bring my pinky out, a joke of sorts because even though I hate my name, hearing it from her lips would probably make me rock hard again.