And then I was going to use every dirty, filthy trick I had ever learned to make this woman love me.
Chapter five
Melissa
He’sgoingtokillme.
I’m dying.
My heart is going to explode.
My cause of death is going to be listed as orgasm overload.
“Shane!”I screamed his name for what had to be the twentieth time in the last hour.My thighs quivered on either side of his face.My knees pressed into the mattress as I sat on his mouth, riding his lips and tongue like a cowgirl at a rodeo.
“God!”I gripped the bars of my metal headboard, holding on for dear life as his fingers speared in and out of my pussy.He wrapped his lips around my clit again, sucking hard and forcing my orgasm into another unbelievable wave of ecstasy.I tried to breathe, tried to fill my lungs, but the wild things he did to me made it an impossible feat.
Unable to take another moment of this sensual torture, I lifted away from his incredibly talented mouth and collapsed onto the bed next to him.Face down, I panted and shuddered, the aftershocks of my continuous climaxes twitching my muscles.I moaned when I felt him moving over me, trapping me between his hard body and the bed.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he growled while kissing his way across my shoulders and down my spine.He tangled his fingers in my hair, lifting my head and pressing a noisy kiss to my cheek.“If I had my way, you’d never leave this bed.”
I whimpered, thinking that was exactly what I wanted, too.I couldn’t explain it.I knew it was absolutely fucking crazy to be this infatuated with a man I had known for less a day, but it just feltright.It felt comfortable and safe.We fit together, physically and emotionally, in a way that seemed destined.
You’re thinking like a silly lovesick teenager, not a divorced thirtysomething with a mortgage and multiple retirement plans.
But, God, the way he was licking and nibbling at my body, the way he seemed content to worship me, to give me pleasure without anything in return, was intoxicating.Shane was a walking temptation, and I was ready to follow him straight into danger.
I shrugged my shoulder, silently indicating that I wanted him to move off of me.He easily read the signal and lazily dropped onto his side next to me.I took a moment to just enjoy the sight of him stretched out across my bed.He was all muscle and sinew, toned and hard from years of manual labor.Scars, some of them gnarly and evidence of violence, others faint and thin reminders of workplace accidents marked his body.
Swaths of black ink, some of the designs artfully intricate and others faded and gritty stick-and-pokes covered his torso and shoulders.The smattering of dark hair on his chest and belly drove me absolutely crazy.There was some silver in it, but he didn’t seem the least bit bothered by aging.He had embraced the silver fox era of his life, and I loved it.
My gaze drifted lower and settled on his cock.Thick, heavy, curved just a little to the left.I reached for it, wrapping my fingers around his shaft.He inhaled roughly, and I leaned over to kiss him, taking my time once our lips connected.His fingers wound their way into my hair as I stroked him, the tension of my strands around his hand a gentle pressure that kept me where he wanted me.
Not that I had any intention of moving.I was enjoying his kisses too much and loving the feel of his dick against my palm.I stroked up and down, my pace unhurried and my grip a little loose.Selfishly, I wanted him to save the best part for me.I wanted to feel him inside me, deep and hard.
But first...
I wandered down his chest and belly, kissing and nipping and making him gasp and laugh.He had such a good laugh, the sound rich and full.A few times today, I’d had him absolutely rolling.Seeing his eyes crinkle as he laughed had my heart racing more than once.
Right now, I wanted to make his heart race.I wanted to show him that I could make him feel good.I wanted to give him a reason to keep coming back that wasn’t to cross another project off my house to-do list.
I looked up at him, meeting his lusty gaze as I stuck out my tongue and licked a slow stripe along the underside of his shaft.The fingers in my hair tightened, and his thighs flexed.He groaned my name, the sound breathy and needy.I smiled and then sucked the fat head of his cock between my lips.
He let loose a string of curse words, and I grinned.I wanted him to lose control, to be completely undone by me.I wanted to prove I was just as good as the women he had brought into his bed before me.Judging by the skills he had acquired over the years, he had plenty of experience.
Please let me measure up.
He shifted the hold he had on my hair, letting it fall free and then regathering it into a messy bun in his fist.He wasn’t trying to control me or direct the pace.He wanted to see my face, to watch me as I sucked his cock.
That realization thrilled me.I started slow, just lavishing his shaft with my tongue.I licked up the little droplets of precum glistening on his head, loving the earthen taste of him.I caressed his cock, sliding my hand up and down his stiff rod while I fluttered my tongue over the sensitive underside of him.He groaned as I pulled him deeper into my mouth, sliding halfway down his shaft before coming back up and concentrating on the ruddy crown.
“Melissa,” he sighed my name with obvious enjoyment.“Fuck, baby.Your mouth is so good.”
My clit throbbed as he praised me.I wanted to make him feel even better so I started to take him deeper, sliding down a little more on each stroke of my mouth until my nose touched his pubic hair.His dick was jammed so far down my throat I was nearly choking on it.My pussy ached and clenched, and I moaned happily around him, drawing a guttural sound right out of him.
“You’re killing me.”His hips jerked slightly, and I retreated, sliding my tongue up his cock and swirling it around his head.“Melissa.Fuck.”
I gripped him tighter, stroking faster as I bobbed on his cock.I alternated the shallow swallows with longer, deeper pulls that brought him back into my throat.I could tell he was holding back, that he was fighting the urge to fuck my mouth.I appreciated his self-restraint.Maybe some other time I would let him go wild, let him take control and use me, but tonight, I just wasn’t ready for it.
