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She felt her heart contract at the way he looked down at her with so much care. A surge of emotion for this sweet, thoughtful man welled up inside her breast. Nothing had ever felt quite thisperfect and she was sure that had something to do with how much she was coming to care for him.
Melody lifted a hand to caress his cheek in return. “I love the way you feel, buried so deep inside me,” she shared. Now that her body had had a chance to get used to his invasion, her pleasure was starting to build up again.
She flexed her pelvic floor muscles experimentally.
Ben groaned. “I do, too, sweetheart. I do, too.”
He pumped his hips into hers, making her groan at the intimate sensation of his cock massaging her inner walls. She writhed beneath him, wrapping her legs around his hips.
“Is this okay?” Ben checked in, his eyes searching hers. “Do you need another minute?”
Melody pumped her hips into his, drawing him deep inside her. “No.” she reassured. “I’ve had all the minutes I need.” She surprised herself by nipping his bottom lip. “What I need now is for you to take off the kid gloves and fuck me.”
His groan was music to her ears.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined this,” Ben told her as he withdrew and filled her in firm, measured thrusts. “Imagined us together like this.”
Melody caught his eye before admitting, “Me, too.”
Heat flared in his eyes before his lips met hers in a drugging kiss. His kiss was sweet but, somehow, also a little feral. Melody loved it.
He locked her legs around his hips before giving in and fucking her with the intensity they both needed. She met him thrust for thrust, instinctively swiveling her hips every now and then to achieve an even more pleasurable angle. He felt so good, she couldn’t get enough.
“You have the sweetest pussy,” Ben growled against her mouth when a particularly deep thrust caused her to squeeze her inner muscles tightly around his shaft.
Ben slid his hand between their bodies and started playing with her clit, rubbing, stroking, pressing, and flicking by turns. Her inability to predict his actions drove her further toward the edge.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Ben urged. “Let go.”
He thrust deep, sinking to the hilt, before withdrawing and pistoning his hips into hers again and again with just enough force to drive her wild. Her cries of pleasure rent the air as he fucked and fingered her like he’d been doing it all their lives.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Ben urged. “Come for me again. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
She cried out in surprise when he gave the bud of her clit a gentle squeeze, stimulating the bundle of nerves in a way she never imagined possible. Before she knew it, she was screaming his name as her body spasmed with the force of her orgasm. She saw stars brighter than the ones overhead.
Ben slammed into her with increasing force, his movements becoming a little jerky, until he collapsed on top of her with a guttural groan. His labored breath fanned the hair at the side of her neck. She barely had time to register the weight upon her before he rolled her onto her side, wrapped his warm, strong arms around her, and drew her close, spooning her back to his front.
She wrapped her arms over top of his and hugged him close. “That was . . .” Melody fought to find the right word while at the same time fighting to regain her breath. How did one even begin to put the most incredible experience of their life into words?
Ben dropped a gentle kiss on the top of her head before lowering his head until his warm lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Magical,” Ben murmured in a sated bedroom voice that sent soft ripples of pleasure flooding through her system.
As she lay cocooned in Ben’s arms, her body relaxed and spent, with a blanket of brilliant stars overhead, she couldn’t help but agree that “magical” sounded just about right.
Chapter 44
Melody
Melodywokeupsmiling,knowing it was going to be a great day.
Bright rays of golden sunshine greeted her as her eyelids fluttered open. Based on the amount of light sneaking in through the curtains, she suspected she’d slept long and deep. And no wonder after the night she’d had.
Her right hand came up to stifle a yawn as she extended her left arm and legs in a full-body stretch.
Her lips curved up into a secretive smile as she felt evidence of last night’s activities. It was nothing major. Just a minor ache between her legs that reminded her she’d engaged some muscles she hadn’t used in quite some time.
Ben had played her body like a virtuoso would his most cherished instrument. Her smile grew as she realized that, despite the subtle ache, she couldn’t wait for a repeat performance.
Melody allowed her eyelids to close as a highlight reel played in her mind. She’d been so keenly aware of Ben last night that she could practically feel the warm brush of his lips and the firmpossessiveness of his touch as memory after memory played, warming and exciting her by turns. It didn’t hurt that she could also detect the faint scent of roses on her pillow. She could easily imagine she was back in the greenhouse experiencing everything all over again.
