Page 70 of Protected from Torment

So we do. Or rather, I do. Because I’ve been waiting a long time to see Melissa fully naked, and I don’t want to wait another second for it.

First, I lift her hips so I can slide her panties off, then bring my mouth to the junction of her thighs so I can taste her excitement. I lap at her slick skin, using my tongue and fingers to build her arousal. I work at her sensitive bud until her thighs are quivering and her fingers are clutching the sheets.

Then I take her bra off, revealing those luscious nipples in all their glory. They’re a rosy pink, just perfect to fit in my mouth, and possibly the prettiest things I’ve ever seen.

Once I have Mel laid out, naked before me, I just take a second to look at her, memorizing everything.

The sexy curve of her hips.

The little triangle of freckles just above her right hip.

Her plump breasts, faintly marked by my kisses and flushed with arousal.

The obvious desire in her gaze, dilating her pupils until her eyes are nearly black with just a thin ring of blue.

“Do I look okay?” she asks. Her cheeks flush that sweet shade of pink again. Seeing her blush brings out the fierce protector inside me, determined not to allow Mel one moment of discomfort.

“You look amazing,” I reply. Then I slide out of my briefs and move back over her. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are, Mel. That’s why I keep looking at you.”

“Tyler.”

“You are,” I insist. “But.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “But?”

“But now I want to do something other than look at you.”

“Oh?” Her lips twitch up. “Like?”

I lean over her to grab the handle of the nightstand drawer. Inside, I catch the strip of condoms I put inside the other day, just in case. Pulling them out, I hold them up for display before tearing one of the packages off and opening it. “They’re new,” I explain. “I got them last week when I went into Williston. Not that I was expecting anything. But just in case.”

Mel takes the condom from me and puts it on, rolling it carefully from root to tip. “Better to be prepared, right?”

I smile at her. “That’s what I thought.”

Reaching between us, I sink one finger back inside her, then a second. She’s still tight, but not as much as before. As I start pumping my fingers inside her again, her inner walls squeeze at me. The tiny muscles tremble.

“Tyler,” Mel moans. “That feels… Oh.”

Her legs fall open.

Her eyelids drop to half-mast.

As I move my fingers in and out of her slick heat, faster and faster, I can feel Mel’s body coming close to the edge. Her stomach muscles are taut. The tendons in her neck are pulled tight. Her breaths are coming fast and uneven.

Finding that sensitive bud again, I rub it gently, then flick it hard. I work at the little nub while thrusting my fingers into her, faster and faster.

My body is aching, begging to be inside her, but Mel is far more important than my own needs. I want this to be good for her. I want to make sure I don’t cause her any pain. And if she decides this is all she wants for now, that’s okay.

Concentrating on Melissa’s needs, her desire, I watch her face as I bring her closer to the edge. Her expression is one of sheer pleasure. In her eyes is pure bliss.

And then, with one final curve of my fingers, she comes. And I think it just might be the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.

As the aftershocks are still rippling through her body, she guides me between her legs and notches me at her center. Her eyes seek out mine, still dark with desire. “Now it’s your turn,” she says.

“We don’t have to,” I reply. “If you want to stop now, that’s okay. I don’t expect⁠—”

Melissa lifts her hips, taking me partly inside her. “I don’t want to stop.” Then she wraps her legs around my waist, taking me further. “What you did was incredible. It felt…” She bites her lip. “It was magic, Tyler. But now… I want to feel you come apart just like I did.”