Page 12 of Meeting Melody
Her eyelids flutter.
“Melody, wake up.”
She moans, low in her throat, but otherwise doesn’t move. Her throat works, her lips press together and then part again. I keep stroking her hair, running my fingers through the silky strands.
How can her hair be so fucking soft?
She smells like tequila. I push her shoulder, rolling her onto her stomach, and unclasp her bra. I roll her onto her back and pull it off, exposing her breasts. Her nipples pebble in the cool air.
I glance out the window, at the glow of the streetlight. Her pale skin seems almost golden, and I lean down and press my lips to her flesh. I taste her, nipping and licking at her breast until an involuntary shiver racks through her.
I run my hands down her stomach, to the edge of her panties. I drag them down and off, tossing them to the floor. I spread her legs. Her scent is heady, and I shift her so her legs are hanging off the bed. The memory of touching her in her office is visceral, and I repeat the motion. Sliding my hand up her calf.
I hook it over my shoulder and lean in, running my nose up the inside of her thigh.
Is it wrong that I want every thought in her head to be tied to me?
Even when she’s dreaming.
With that in mind, it doesn’t really matter that this iswrong. That my father has arrested men for less. I’m infected with the need to possess her entirely.
My mouth finally lands on the apex of her legs, her core wet and ready for me. I flatten my tongue and run it up her center. She tastes musky and sweet andfamiliar. I slide my finger into her hot cunt, curving it to press against her G-spot.
Above me, she shifts. Still asleep.
I bring her right to the edge of the orgasm, then back off. My dick is rock-hard, straining against my pants, and I shift her legs back onto the bed. I shed my pants and briefs and climb over her.
The head of my cock is already oozing precum.
It’s a good thing she’s asleep, because I’m going to come embarrassingly fast.
I lower myself over her, turning her head to the side and kissing her neck. My dick notches at her entrance, and I push into her as slowly as I can. I want to savor this.
“Fuck,” I groan. I put my lips against her ear. “Melody, I don’t know if this is going to make it into your dreams—but I sure as fuck hope so. You’re fucking beautiful.” I rock my hips forward, sliding into her. Her cunt squeezes my length bit by bit, until I’m swallowed whole.
I kiss her neck again, biting and sucking her skin. And then I move inside her, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into her. Her body jerks with the movement, and I wrap my hand around the back of her neck. Holding her to me as I fuck her.
She won’t come. Not tonight.
But she’s going to know I was here.
My hips jerk faster, my control waning. It was barely there to begin with. But then she groans, and her muscles spasm around my cock.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
Her back arches off the bed, her hands grasping at the sheets. She’s orgasming in her sleep, her expression totally unfiltered, her eyes closed. And it’s the best goddamn thing I’ve ever seen…
Except her eyes.
My balls tighten. I pull out and come across her mound and abdomen. I shudder and stroke myself, milking every last drop. I rock back and sit on my heels, staring down at her—and the mess I created.
She’s breathing hard, her lips still parted.
Next time I fuck her, I want her eyes open.
And on me.
But for now, this will mess with her mind much more than anything else I could’ve done. I reach down and smear the cum across my finger, slowly pushing some of it back inside her. Her cunt is hot, squeezing at the intrusion. I leave the rest of the evidence on her skin for her to find later.
