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Melinda’s fingers went for the zipper of his jeans. Grant’s pelvis lifted of its own accord and she worked his pants over his hips and tugged them from his ankles. She reached into his boxers to free him, then stopped and gazed up at him, her eyes dark.
“Is this why you wanted me commando?” she breathed. “It makes this so hot.” The tip of her tongue teased the corner of her mouth and Grant’s breath failed.
And then she took him into her mouth.
Oh my God.
Grant groaned and his body lurched. The boldness, the directness of the sensation sent him reeling, even as he grasped at lucidity and held on for dear life. Her mouth worked up and then down, stretched wide around his cock, getting to know him slowly. Her tongue swirled and suckled as his mind stalled, free-falling in pleasure, his teeth locked together. Her hand snaked beneath his shirt to strum the muscles of his abdomen; the other cupped him from below as she lifted her eyes to his and impaled her mouth on his cock.
He’d never witnessed a more erotic scene in his life.
Her lashes slipped closed again and she pushed further onto him until he touched the back of her throat. She gagged, and he felt guilty at the immediate surge in pleasure. She slid her mouth up and off his length and then back down as far as she could, her moan of pleasure muffled by his girth. Was he a little deeper inside this time? He fought the urge to press himself fully into her throat. Up and down she stoked the fire inside of him, choking when she went too far, until he thought he’d explode.
“Mel,” Grant croaked. “Melinda. Please, Melinda, please,” he begged. In response, she sank onto him as far as she could go, drew her cheeks close together and slowly withdrew. Her lips had blossomed from caressing his cock, her eyes brightened with mischief and desire.
“Tell me this isn’t going in the blog,” he said weakly and she broke into laugher.
That was the break he needed to regain control, and he took it. He grabbed her arms and pulled her bodily onto the bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked, breathless against his lips.
“Turnabout’s fair play,” he replied and rose above her on his elbows to brand her swollen mouth with his. Who was this woman? What had she been thinking, changing the subject that way? Grant didn’t know, and he didn’t much care. He’d figure it out later. Now it was time to even the score.
Grant broke the kiss to see his own body, half-dressed in sturdy flannel and half-naked, and very...engaged. More importantly, Melinda was wearing too many clothes. Her sweater, he dragged overhead, leaving her disheveled and panting against the pillows. Her shirt, he shoved below her chin; her bra, he unclasped and threw who-knew-where in his haste to free her breasts for his tongue. Grant groaned as he took one perfect, dusky tip into his mouth and suckled.
His hand fumbled at the button on her jeans and released it, found the zipper and lowered it. Both hands shimmied her jeans over her bare ass and down her legs. Grant dropped to the floor, coaxed her hips to the edge of the bed for his turn to kneel and worship.
He slid both hands up her thighs to caress her skin as he licked a line up her leg. Melinda moaned and Grant pressed her knees wide, as wide as they could go against the bed.
“Ohh,” she breathed, and Grant grinned.
“You’re so gorgeous, Gorgeous.”
Grant’s hands went to work on her ass as his mouth worked up her thighs. He kneaded, gripped, and squeezed as he licked, breathed, and caressed with his lips. Melinda’s moans and whimpers spurred him on. By the time his mouth reached the junction of her thighs, his hands were completely under her ass and partway up her back to feed her into his mouth.
“Melinda,” he called to her quietly.
“Mmm?”
“I want to watch you,” he said.
“Mmm,” she repeated, head thrown sideways, bottom lip between her teeth.
Grant crawled next to her, swept his hands beneath her to cradle her, and hoisted her up the bed until her head met a pillow. He snagged two throw pillows, spread her legs high and wide, propped a pillow beneath each knee and returned to his task.
He had traded his comfortable position for a better view and it was beyond worth it. Grant lowered his mouth to her body and rejoiced as a whimper escaped her. He let his mouth move slowly, lovingly over her flesh. He laved, caressed, and stroked the folded shape of her with his lips and tongue. But he was not trying to bring her over the top. Not yet. He wanted her body as awakened as his had been. As it still was.
Melinda garbled something as his attention focused on a particular zone of her body, near but not quite at the bud at the center of her body.
“What’s that?”
“Grant,” she gasped. “Grant, I can’t take it, please stop and come up here.”
Thank God, because he was coiled near to exploding. He pushed up from the bed and surveyed her bared, disheveled body like a conqueror, growing harder still.
“Where’d you get the condom?” he grated, voice hard.
“That nightstand.” Grant reached for the drawer, tore open the package and fitted himself with the sheath. He searched her face. Was she still hungry for him?
