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Rogue

I’ve never gotten serious with a woman since Angel died. I just never let any of the ones I was with close enough for anything more than sex to happen. But with Melody I have none of those brakes. There are no invisible, impenetrable walls to climb, no obstacles. From the moment I first saw her, she has taken over my mind. And now that I’ve had her, I just want more of her.

The fresh scent of soap from the shower she must’ve taken after shift is mixing very well with the clear scent of spring flowers that’s all her. Her silky soft hair carries the scent of the ocean too, of the sea breeze, and she tastes like a long lazy day at the beach feels like.

But just kissing her won’t be enough. Not now. Not ever. Doesn’t mean I’m ready to stop.

She smiles as I help her take off her t-shift. Sighs and moans lightly as I kiss her burning skin from her neck all the way down to her navel.

I have no idea where I find enough self-restraint not to rip her jeans off once I reach them, but I do. I think it all comes down to my need to taste every inch of her.

Her bra comes off next, her nipples hardening in the cool ocean breeze. She moans louder, tangles her fingers into my hair as I tease first one, then the other, letting them roll between my teeth and on my tongue.

Then it’s finally time for her jeans to come off, followed by her panties. She’s already wet for me, already ready. But my need to taste all of her is still all I know. She tastes better than all the good things I ever tasted. Combined.

Her silky soft clit is shaped like the petals of a flower that opens to my tongue like a real flower would open for the sun.

She’s moaning loudly, both her hands in my hair as she arches her back to take more of my tongue. I give it to her gladly. She’s close, I can tell by the slight tremors passing over her taut body and her quickening breath.

I suck on her clit and she sighs deeply in pleasure, arching up towards me. I run my hand up her stomach to steady her, caress her breasts and play with her nipples as I kiss, and lick, and tongue-fuck her pussy. She’s moaning my name now, moaningyesandmore, completely lost in the pleasure, telling me she’s close, to keep going. As if I’m gonna stop.

A few more lick, bites, caresses and strokes and her whole body goes taut, her voice along with her moans stuck somewhere deep in her throat, silent yet strong. She comes hard, the strong current of her orgasm entering me too, making my already rock hard cock pulse and grow even harder.

She’s shivering but her eyes are clear and big and full of a sleepy desire as I finally leave her pussy and look down at her.

She grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me to her, planting a hard, hungry, lust-filled kiss on my lips. And the next thing I know, I’m the one on my back and she’s straddling me, her pussy teasing my still-confined cock as our tongues wrestle.

She frees my cock with the smoothness and skill of a magician doing her thing and we both groan at the same time asshe guides it into her pussy, the silky softness gripping me like a vice, the pulsing warmth making it hard to see.

She’s riding me like she was born to do it, my cock sliding in and out of her, her breasts bouncing, her head thrown back, her silky hair flowing around her perfect face.

It’s too much. Too good. But I manage to hold on, manage to keep from coming, because her pussy is too perfect to waste on doing that too soon. Soon she’s moaning loudly again, the breathy sound mixing with the whooshing of the ocean and the sound of wind hitting the dry grasses that line this beach.

“You like this don’t you?” she asks breathlessly as she picks up speed without breaking the perfect rhythm.

“Never had better,” I admit.

She looks at me like she thinks I’m lying but I’m actually not. She’s the best lay I remember having.

She kisses me again, her pussy clenching on my cock as she comes hard again, for the second time tonight. I come too, in perfect synch with her, as we share it all. Even our breaths.

“Me either,” she whispers into my ear, gyrating her hips slowly with my cock still buried deep inside her.

“Good,” I say and kiss her again.

Then I lay down with her in my arms, wishing the breeze was just a little warmer. Because then all this would truly be perfect and we could just stay like this all night.

She makes me forget all the troubles waiting back home, all the horror of the mistake I made by not going after Clive sooner, and all the ways the path forward it fucked everywhere I turn. She makes me feel like I’m young again. Like everything is still ahead of me. All the good. And all the mistakes I made. I won’t make the same ones this time around.

So maybe the wind’s not too cold to stay right here with her in my arms. Maybe it all already is just perfect.

22

Melody

If I could stay in Rogue’s warm bed this morning, I would’ve. Just blown off all obligations and stayed under the soft covers with him by my side. I haven’t wanted to do that for any guy since before med school. And a part of me wishes that I could still be carefree like that. And that the career I chose didn’t eat up my days and nights the way it does. But then there are the families whose loved ones I need to save. The old men and women I can give a few more years to. The husbands and wives I can bring back from the brink of death.

I already worked on one of each since I got here at ten AM. Successfully. Thank God.

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