Miss Merton's Last Hope (Miss Mayhem 4) - Page 43

“I burn for you,” he whispered. “And I’ll make you burn for me too.”

She moved closer to him, a bit nervously, and he wrapped his arms around her and simply kissed her for the longest time.

When her kisses grew heated enough that she was tugging on his hair, he pressed her onto her back and parted her legs. The apex of her thighs was concealed by a dark patch of curls and she tried to cover herself with her hands. “Don’t hide from me, Mellie.”

She slowly moved her hands aside.

He stroked over her there and then gently parted her folds.

Melanie jumped. “Walter?”

“Let me love you like this first,” he whispered. “It will make things easier for us.”

He lowered his mouth to her curls before she could protest. The touch of his tongue to her inner folds made her moan. He flicked his tongue over her slit and found her clitoris to tease. She moved restlessly until he gripped her hips tightly and he lost himself in her taste and her ragged moans. She muffled her scream when her release came upon her.

He rose up to meet her gaze, pleased and almost overcome himself from rubbing his cock against the sheets.

He took a moment to think of something unpleasant, eager to lessen his arousal before he claimed her.

However, she reached for him, hands beckoning him close.

When he slid against her, she buried her face in the crook of his neck. “That was not pleasant. That was almost too much for a body to bear.”

He kissed her cheek and then chuckled softly against her skin. “That was only the beginning too.”

Walter positioned himself and hovered outside her body. Anticipation was making him light-headed. He couldn’t believe she’d come for him tonight and he needed her to come again. He slipped his hand between her legs and parted her folds carefully. She would be sensitive still, and she did jerk as he traced her cleft with the tip of his finger. Moisture had pooled there and he found her clitoris and stroked over it repeatedly.

When her hips rose to meet his hand, Walter placed his erection at her opening and set about to slowly claim her. An inch in and he was huffing. She was so tight, so much what he wanted. But he had to take this slow, make her enjoy their night together, make her understand that he deserved her trust and her heart the way she had his. But he had to keep his head at all times so he would withdraw before finding completion.

With all the patience he could muster, he worked his cock in and out of her body as carefully as he could.

“Walter?”

Conversation? Thank God for distractions. “Yes, darling?”

“Isn’t it supposed to hurt more?”

He studied her face and saw absolute consternation reflected there. As he drew back his hips and eased into her again, he saw no sign of discomfort on her face.

Walter moved his weight to one arm and increased the pace of their lovemaking. He caught her breast with one hand and pinched the nipple gently. Touching her was heaven. She moved with him, a little awkwardly at first but soon enough her hands clutched at his sides, urging him on to love her with even greater passion.

Walter encouraged her to twine her legs about his, enjoying the slide of flesh against soft flesh. The added friction increased his desire. He studied her face, noticed her skin glistened, and she was panting along with every thrust too. Walter slid his hand between them and touched her clitoris again. The bud was large and Melanie’s eyes widened as he stroked it firmly. He slowed his pace as her eyes shut and her fingers dug into his arms.

She stiffened suddenly, her sex fluttering around his cock with a second release.

A soft wail left her mouth, adding an additional threat to his good intentions.

He was almost too far gone in passion to hold back. He clenched his jaw as her tremors subsided and he was master of himself again, but he didn’t imagine he could hold back for long.

When she relaxed, he set both hands to the bed on either side of her shoulders, lifted his body up and put his heart and soul into every thrust.

Her eyes opened and a tender smile greeted him. A shiver of desire stroked his spine as his release became imminent. He withdrew and turned aside just as his seed spilled from his body onto the bedding. When he was steady again, he gathered her close and groaned against her neck, completely overcome with intense satisfaction from their joining.

She struggled out from under him suddenly, her breath fast and rough. She put the whole of the bed between them—eyes wide with fear and trembling.

He waited till her breathing evened out then stretched to caress her cheek. “My Mellie forever. There’s nothing to fear. I only wished to hold you a moment.”

She slithered back toward him and collapsed on his pillows. “It was too much all of a sudden. I’m so sorry.”

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