Page 105 of Stick Side
“Condom?” Ben asked.
That got a reaction out of her. Melody swung her leg over his hips and made quick work of crawling toward her bedside table.
Ben couldn’t deny the primitive gratification he felt when he heard the telltale sign of a new box of condoms being ripped open. He had no right to judge her past, whether she’d had one bedmate or five hundred, but he savored each and every sign that she wasn’t free with her body. He couldn’t help but feel it made what they were sharing all the more special.
It didn’t take Melody long to fish a condom out of the box and make her way back over to him. Lust was still simmering in her eyes when she passed the foil packet to him.
He ripped the package open with his teeth and made quick work of rolling the condom down his length.
“Are you up for a ride, sweetheart?” he asked as he tapped a hand against his muscled thigh in invitation.
Melody appeared to hesitate for the barest of seconds before passion and resolve seemed to overtake her. When she moved toward him, it was with clear interest and determination.
She sidled up beside him until one of her thighs was pressed against the outside of his ribcage. She leaned forward, her breasts swaying tantalizingly toward him, and cupped his face with tender palms. Her warm, chocolatey eyes met his. “I hope you know how special you make me feel.” She brushed her lips lightly over his in the gentlest of kisses. “How cherished. How l-loved.”
He did love her—he knew he did—but, with the way she’d stumbled over the word, he would leave it for now. He’d win her over with his actions and avoid making a production of speaking the actual words. For now.
Ben raised a hand to cup the base of her skull and kissed her with more heat. “I hope I make you feel like the most special woman in the world—because that’s what you are to me.”
Melody returned the passion in his kiss before shuffling backward until her hips lined up with his. With the ease of someone who seemed to know exactly what they wanted, she flung one leg over his body until she was straddling his hips.
Ben groaned. His cock was inches away from paradise, but he was determined to let Melody set the pace.
Moving with a sensuality Ben doubted she knew she possessed, Melody rocked her hips against his upper thighs, dampening him with her arousal, before dipping down to slide her breasts up along his naked chest. The sharp graze of her pebbled nipples contrasted with the soft and smooth weight of her full, round breasts. If his cock weren’t already standing up and paying attention, that move would have done it.
Melody lowered her mouth to his and captured his lips in a kiss that was so passionate it nearly took his breath away. When their lips parted, Ben let out another groan, this one a littlemore tortured. “Sweetheart,” he beseeched, “you’re making it incredibly hard for me to let you set the pace here.”
Melody leaned back ever so slightly, just enough to make it easier to look him fully in the eyes. “What if I don’t want you to let me set the pace?” she asked him. “What if I wantyouto set the pace?”
She may have bitten down on her lower lip after voicing her questions, as if the tiniest bit hesitant, but her gaze was sure and steady when her eyes met his.
She nodded when he lifted a questioning brow, further confirming what she wanted.
Ben felt his inner caveman release a triumphant—though, thankfully, silent—roar at being set free. Unable to help himself, Ben wrapped Melody’s hair around his fist and used it to pull her face to his for another passion-filled kiss. He was careful not to pull too hard, but he couldn’t resist when Melody had just encouraged him to be a little more assertive with her.
Ben gave her hair one more gentle tug before releasing it. He used his fingers to massage any tension out of her scalp before trailing his hands down her body, grasping and releasing her flesh until his hands connected with hers. He gave them a gentle squeeze before sliding his hands to her hips. He gripped their beautifully curved contours and lifted them up until they were level with his cock.
Melody gasped at the sudden movement. It was clear she hadn’t been expecting it, but the way she was looking at him told him quite plainly that she didn’t mind his version of manhandling her in the slightest.
Ben reached a hand down between their bodies and took himself in hand. He gave himself a few quick strokes before confirming, “Are you ready for me?”
Melody whimpered when she looked down and saw him stroking himself to full arousal. “That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” she attested, “but yes. Please.”
More than happy to oblige, Ben lifted Melody until she was at the perfect angle to receive him. He used his hand to guide his cock into her opening before moving his hands to her hips and pulling her down assertively.
Melody gasped, but angled her hips in welcome.
“That’s it,” he said, moving his own hips in encouragement. “Now, ride me, sweetheart.”
Knowing that Melody didn’t fully wish to direct things, Ben kept his hands on her, helping to guide her pace and movement while rolling his hips and topping from the bottom.
It didn’t take her long to find her rhythm.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “You get to decide how hard and how fully you take me in. Show me what you like, so I can learn to give you exactly what you need.”
Passion blazed from somewhere deep within the irises of her eyes. If Ben didn’t know any better, he’d say fire crackled within their depths.
Melody’s hands sought out his, using them, he would guess, both to deepen the intimacy and to provide greater stability.
