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Jake trembled beneath her touch, though this time she sensed it was not due to pain.
Then, in the next instant, he swiveled on his stool so fast that Melody almost stumbled backwards.
He gripped her wrist before she could do so and held her there, pinning her with his gaze. Her breath caught in her throat. His closeness was intoxicating.
"Is there anything I can do to help the pain?" Melody whispered, barely daring to speak. She met his gaze, feeling odd.
"Yes," he breathed back. His free hand came up to cup her cheek, and she leaned into his palm, enjoying the feel of his warm touch. "Only you."
The way he kissed her made her mind and body reel.
Her rational mind screamed at her to stop him, but it was a drop in the ocean compared to the lust and attraction she was feeling. The heat and moisture between her thighs were impossible to ignore. She kissed him back fervently.
The growling moaning of pleasure in his throat made her quiver. And though she knew she was in too deep, drowning, she had never felt more alive.
His arm lashed out, knocking the plates and glasses out of the way before he grabbed hold of her buttocks and hoisted her up onto the breakfast bar. His pain appeared forgotten as he tore at her clothes. Popping off buttons here and there, Jake dashed her blouse to the floor and cupped her lace-covered breasts in both hands.
She moaned, opening her legs wide to him, wishing she had worn a skirt.
Their kisses remained impassioned, animalistic with desire, and Melody reached between their bodies to feel his rock-hard cock behind his pinstriped pants.
She needed him now more than ever, and she grabbed hold of his belt buckle, tugging hard to let him know it.
In response, he made quick work of removing it and his pants, shoving them down to his ankles, his shoes still on his feet. The next thing she knew, he had yanked her own pants and underwear off, carrying her ballet pumps with them.
Sat on the breakfast bar wearing nothing but her white lace bra, Melody ought to have felt embarrassed or maybe even guilty. Instead, she felt like a goddess. Jake caressed her body with kisses, taking her nipples from the cups of her bra and sucking them gently as he slipped a single finger into her sex.
She moaned, biting back the urge to be louder. Her fingernails dug into Jake's shoulders, and it was only when he cringed that she remembered the bruising.
She was about to apologize when his finger was suddenly replaced by the tip of his cock. He teased her with it, stroking her clit gently with the ripe, pulsing end of his manhood, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she prepared herself for what came next.
"Please, just do it," she pleaded, unable to take his teasing any longer.
He gripped hold of her hips and yanked her to the edge of the breakfast bar, sinking himself deep inside her.
"Oh, Jake!" she moaned, her lips grazing his. She felt him smile against her mouth as he thrust deep inside her.
Their bodies rocked back and forth, working together toward mutual climax, mutual destruction. All the sensations she had felt the first time they fucked came rushing back; the heat, the passion, the pleasure. The sheer ecstasy of his being inside her made her head spin and her eyes roll back in her head.
He growled through gritted teeth, groaning with his own pleasure, and Melody felt his body beginning to tremble beneath her thighs. She knew what it meant. His climax was close. Her own came rushing forth with such ferocity that her sex clenched hard around his cock and she felt his member pulsing deep inside her.
"Fuck, Melody!" he growled in her ear, "You're going to make me cum!"
Yes!She almost screamed the word. She wanted it, she needed it. Just knowing the pleasure he took in her body made her cum all over again, and she felt nectar spilling between her thighs.
Wrapping her legs around him, she gripped his buttocks in her hands and urged him deep, moaning, "Give it to me!"
"Ahh!" Jake cried out, and it was then she felt one long, hard pulse of his cock before he spilled his seed deep inside her.
Though it had been short and sweet, laced with animalistic lust, Melody felt spent. Her very soul ached with pleasure as she leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed with the relief of release.
In the aftermath, as she caught her breath, her rational mind returned to her and she remembered the little girl sleeping upstairs.
"I should go," she whispered, barely daring to say the words. They made her chest ache.
Still inside her, Jake pulled away just enough to stroke her hair back from her face. "Stay," he urged her. "Sally will never forgive me if I let you leave before she wakes."
"I…I…I guess I don't have anywhere else to be," she shrugged. Her cheeks heated. "But we should probably get cleaned up."
