Page 43 of Melody

Did she, though? She’d trusted Tommy and that had landed her in Silver City, hiding out.

As Kyle’s warm mouth covered her areola, she came back to the present. His tongue was still flicking, causing her body to move up yet another notch in desire. The need was growing in the depths of her core, making her suddenly feel desperate.

That had to be why her fingers were digging into his back.

Trying to relax them, she slid them down his back, hoping that paying attention to his body would help her stave off the desperation taking hold in the pit of her gut. That hunger, that need to be taken and ravished, it had disappeared—but now it was back, making up for lost time.

When Kyle kissed his way to her other breast and gave it the same attention, she gasped. Forcing herself to keep moving her hands, she slid them underneath the hem of his boxer briefs, appreciating that his ass had the same firm tone his back had. But her fingers were soon gliding up his back again as he lowered himself down the bed, kissing her sternum, then her navel. Her thighs tightened in expectation.

Was she okay with what he was about to do?

Did she even know for sure if that was his intent?

Probably. Regardless, he was going to be up close and personal with her lady parts—and had she not been so tense from anticipation, she would have relaxed a little, knowing that she was as clean as could be, having showered earlier in the afternoon.

When he pulled the panties down her legs, she could feel the moisture on her thighs—and that was yet another sign of whatKyle was doing to her. As her mind tried for a brief moment to wander back to Tommy in comparison yet again, Kyle’s hands on her thighs brought her back to the moment. Then his lips were on the flesh there and her pussy gripped itself in expectation of what was surely coming.

Everything below was throbbing and, for the first time, Scarlett knew she would now understand exactly how and where to use that vibrator—on that pulsating point below that was begging for attention.Thatwas where the hunger was coming from, the need.

Kyle settled between her legs and Scarlett heard him whisper something. All she managed to get out of her mouth was “Hmm?” before his tongue trailed down her slit.

And then he found it…that little cluster of nerves driving the ache.

As he began rolling his tongue around that spot, Scarlett gasped, then let out a long moan before she even realized her mouth was doing something on its own. Then she became aware of her hands in Kyle’s hair and she moved them—but his attention on her clit was so distracting.

No—it wasn’t distracting at all. It had her full fucking attention.

Unable to stop herself, she breathed, “Yes. Right there.”

Kyle again said something, but she couldn’t register the sound, only the vibration against the one part on her body that needed release. As he continued the assault on her clit, she bit her lip, sensing something imminent.

Oh, God. Was she having an orgasm? Was this what it felt like?

No…it was building. Something was happening here and surely orgasm would be the end result. As he continued pleasuring her, making her clit throb all the more as if to the beat of some silent drum, her breathing deepened, and she felt as ifshe were on the edge of a precipice, merely needing to be pushed over.

And then…it happened. One more stroke of his tongue and she felt a rush of endorphins like she never had before. The moans that escaped her now were louder and uncontrollable, and all that did was make Kyle give her even more attention. Soon, she realized that each wave of pleasure was increased by each roll of his tongue, and her thighs began to quiver in unison.

She had never felt this good before.

But then it became too much. Too good. Too overwhelming. And she said, “Stop; stop.”

He paused on command. Sensing rather than seeing that he looked up, she finally heard what he said. “Is everything okay?”

Catching her breath, she said, almost a whisper, “Yes. Yes. More than okay. Just…really intense.”

“Want me to keep going?”

“No.” Finally, she opened her eyes and took him in. Then she started laughing.

His eyes communicated hurt. “What?”

“No—it’s good. I swear to God, Kyle, I have never felt this good before…but I felt like if you kept going, I would die.” When he smiled, she asked, “Has anyone ever died from an orgasm before?”

The grin on his face widened. “We could find out.”

“Oh, God, no. But…you…”

“I can wait.”

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