I laugh. “Go on.”
She marches to the stool and settles across it.
I sit on the floor between her legs and push them open wider. “I love your ass.” I massage her cheeks. Then I plunge a finger into her wetness, and she lets out a long, low moan.
“Stay put.” I grip her cheeks and then bury my face between her legs until my tongue traces the folds of her sweet pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes! Right there…taste me cowboy.”
I clamp my lips on her clit, sucking on it and she emits a garbled noise, a cross between a grunt and a moan.
I take my time tasting her.
“Jonas…now..”
I squeeze her ass cheeks again.
“Oh…my…uh..” her voice turns guttural. “Please. Jonas…”
She’s panting and begging, promising me anything and everything if I’ll just give her release. I dive deep into her with my tongue and suck her clit taking her over the edge.
“Yes…like that...” She explodes. Digging her fingers into the soft material of the stool, she comes hard and bucks her ass.
I stand and quickly remove my jeans, then return to my position on the floor and haul her down onto my throbbing cock. “There you go, honey. Ride that. Ride it rough.”
Like a wild woman, Melody pumps up and down on me. “Feels so good,” she murmurs, head thrown back, her tits jutting out.
I dig my fingers into her hips holding her steading. “Go…yeah…honey…this is for you.”
Melody moves rhythmically telling me how much she wants me. “I knew you had a thick cock the day we met and I used to imagine this. You ramming into me so thick and hard.”
Her words release years of pent up frustration from wanting her and I pour myself into her. The physical release feels like it comes from my entire body and when I’m finally empty, I lean my head against her shoulder and press my lips against her warm skin.
We rest together for a little while watching the play of sunlight on the windows until she groans and stands. “My thighs…” She massages them.
I reach up and help her massage them. I see the evidence of our release on her body, and a ferocious protective instinct rises up in me. This woman is mine.
“We need go to your mom’s and pick up the kids,” she says, reaching her hand toward me.
I take it and get to my feet. “Shower time first.” I scoop her up and carry her into the walk-in shower.
“Wash me,” she demands, putting her hands on her hips.
“If I touch you, I’m going to make you come again.”
“We don’t have time?—”
I dive my hand between her legs to find her sensitive clit. “There’s always time for me to watch you orgasm. Try to hold off. I’ll bet you can’t.”
“I bet I can…”
In a couple of seconds, she’s moaning again and her body clenches around my fingers as I pump them into her.
“Did you like that?” I ask as I begin to soap her up.
“Very much. I’m thinking that a cock in its natural habitat is a thing of wonder.”
I laugh. “Step under the water and rinse.” I get all the shampoo out of her hair, then smooth the wet strands away from her face.
