Melodie slides her arms around my waist from behind, pressing her cheek against the leather of my vest. She’s wearing that thin, silk robe I bought her—the one that drives me straight to the edge of my sanity. Her small hands slide up my chest, her fingers tracing the heavy heartbeat that only thumps this hard when she’s near.
"Rogue," she whispers, her breath hot against my spine. "The bed is cold."
I stumble over my words, my brain short-circuiting as she nipped at the skin between my shoulder blades. "Yeah... Prez, I gotta go."
"Already lost him, have we?" Prez chuckles. "Don't let her wear you out too much, Road Captain."
I hang up without another word and toss the phone onto the porch table. I spin around in her arms, my movements fast and hungry. She looks up at me, her eyes hooded and dark with a newfound confidence that makes me want to drop to my knees.
"What are you doing out here?" I growl, my hands dropping to her hips to haul her flush against me.
"What do you think?" she asks, a playful, shy smile tugging at her lips.
I don't give her the satisfaction of an answer. I lean down and capture her mouth with mine, a deep, bruising kiss that claims every inch of her. I kiss her until the world outside the porch disappears, until her small gasps for air are the only sound in the air, and until I've effectively kissed every bit of breath from her lungs.
And then I haul her into my arms and carry her back to bed where she belongs.
Melodie giggles when I drop her down on the mattress. I strip her down slowly, taking time to kiss her ankles, behind her knees, her belly button, her beautiful breasts, and the hollow of her neck. When I’m satisfied with the number of kisses I’ve left on her skin, I quickly rid myself of my clothing and stretch out next to her on the bed, turning her toward me so we’re facing each other.
Melodie looks at me with all the love in the world, and I know I’m staring at her with the same devotion in my eyes. I run a hand from her thigh, over her hips, down the dip of her waist, all the way up to her cheek, where I tuck a strand of her red hair behind her ear. I cup her jaw and trace the pad of my thumb over her bee-stung lips.
I pull my woman toward me with a hand on the back of her neck and kiss her softly. Reverently. Melodie sighs into my mouth and moves closer to me so she can rub her hot, curvy body against mine. Her hard nipples scrape against the smooth skin of my bare chest as her kiss grows desperate.
In one swift move, I turn us so she’s on top of me, the entire weight of her body pressed against mine. We’re skin to skin, chest to chest, heart to heart as our tongues tangle together. My hands roam up and down her back and then grip her perky ass, squeezing her cheeks and spreading her apart before dipping a finger inside and stroking her most private hole.
I fucking feel her tight asshole pucker and pulse for me as I continue to rub it rhythmically. Melodie gasps and looks at me, though not with shock. She stares at me with unquenchable lust.
“Fuck,” I grunt, massaging her tight ring of muscles and feeling her quiver against me. “You like me playing with your tight little asshole, Melodie?”
Before she can answer, I press just the very tip of my finger inside and watch as she bites her bottom lip and squeezes hereyes shut. Melodie moans loudly and presses back against my finger, inching me deeper inside of her.
“Jesus,” I growl. “I need inside of you, love.”
Her eyes snap open and she nods enthusiastically, pressing back against my hand even more.
I groan but then chuckle at her eagerness. "Not today, Melodie. I need to stretch you out. But right now I need inside your dripping pussy. Can you do that for me? Can you ride my fat fucking cock till we both get what we need?"
“Yes,” she whispers, sitting up on her knees and stroking my thick dick, already weeping for her.
She positions me right at her tight entrance and then drops down, taking all of me and making us both cry out.
“So good,” I groan as she balances herself by placing both hands on my chest.
Melodie lifts herself up and swivels her hips, massaging my cock with her silky wet pussy before sliding back down and grinding against me once fully seated. Again and again she takes all of me inside of her, each time drawing her closer and closer to another orgasm.
With my finger still deep inside of her ass, I begin pumping in and out, in time with the way she’s riding me. I add another finger and scissor them to stretch out her tight as fuck little hole. Melodie shivers deliciously for me and clamps down around my fingers and cock. With my free hand, I reach out and play with her breasts, which are bouncing in front of me.
“Love these gorgeous fucking tits, Melodie. Love every curve of your body.”
She looks away from me as if my compliment was too much. I grip her hips and still her movements before tugging on her wrists, making her fall into my chest. I place one hand back on her hip and the other at the back of her neck, forcing her to look at me.
“You’re perfect for me,” I whisper into her lips right before kissing her. “So beautiful. My perfect angel, so sweet and dirty andmine.”
I place both of my hands on her hips to keep her pinned to me, and then I grind my swollen cock inside that snug little pussy of hers until I hit her g-spot and her limbs spasm on top of me. Again and again, I rub up against it until she's shaking and gasping for air.
Melodie rests her forehead on mine and claws at my shoulders as her orgasm rolls through her, She bucks her hips, each wave of her release making it easier for me to slip deeper and deeper inside of her.
While she’s still riding her high, I flip us over and pound into that pussy, forcing another orgasm out of her, this one quick and powerful, stealing the air right out of her lungs.
