Page 62 of Only in Your Dreams

“Take. Do everything to me or don’t give me anything at all. It’s enough to hear you moan again. To hear you call my name as you come.”

“That doesn’t seem very fair,” her voice is dripping with sex. Wrapping me around her finger like I haven’t spent the past fourteen years twisted around it. She toys with the hem of my t-shirt. “Take this off.”

Fuck. I can’t. I won’t risk letting her see me like that. Not yet, anyway. Not until she lets me properly explain why I left her that night.

“Shirt stays on tonight.”

Mel gives me a funny look, but her hands run through my hair and I’m breathing so fucking hard. Her own shirt is so fitted her nipples are straining underneath. I reach for her, grazing her nipples with my thumbs. Then change my mind and crawl underneath the fabric, watching her breath hitch as my hands make their way higher and higher, until I can touch them, pinch them skin-to-skin. Fuck, I hope I get to put my mouth on them this time.

Mel’s head falls forward as I play with her tits. She gives me an appreciative little hum. Shifts around, sits her pussy right over my cock and those shorts are so flimsy she feels unbelievably warm even through my sweats. It doesn’t get any better than this. Mel’s eyes on mine, hair cascading everywhere, tits pressing into my palms.

I’m greedy as fuck tonight. I leave a hand under her shirt, but the other finds her thigh, sweeps up and back to take a handful of her insane ass as she rolls her hips.

Holy shit, I think I’m about to fuck Melody Woods.

I have no idea how I got this lucky.

“You’re so fucking big. So hard,” she murmurs, dipping to kiss my neck, sliding up and down my cock. “I don’t know how to fit you inside me, but I can’t wait to try.”

Fuuuck.

“I’ll fit you so good, Mel. You and me, we were made for each other. You’ll see.”

Her hair is creating a gorgeous, vanilla-scented curtain around us. Melody sways her hips, drags her pussy along me and wrenches a desperate moan from my throat.

“Touch me,” she murmurs into my neck.

My hand leaves her ass and she gasps when I find her soaking through her panties. I run a line over her pussy with my knuckles, once, twice, then slip underneath the fabric.

So much for taking our time. My impatient girl hitches her hips and my fingers are inside her. She’s whimpering in my ear, squirming into my hand and I’ll never get enough of this. She’s setting her own pace, fucking my fingers and kissing my neck and it is so. Fucking. Hot.

“You like this?” I ask when her fingers twist in my hair.

“Yes,” she admits. But she reaches down, pulls my hand away. “And no. It’s not how I want to come tonight.”

And then she brings my hand up, lays my glistening fingers against my mouth and I think I’m asleep. I’m dreaming this.

That’s it, right?

Any minute I’ll wake up and I’ll be alone. Those fingers won’t be there for my tongue the way they are now, won’t taste this fucking perfect as I lick her off them.

And Mel won’t be straddling me, bending, and she sure as shit won’t actually be darting out her tongue to help me lick clean my fingers with a sinful glimmer in her eye. Fucking fuck.

Our tongues graze together from opposite sides of my fingers and I hope I never wake up.

When we finish, I take a fistful of her hair, tug enough to hear her moan.

“I don’t know why I ever thought you’d go shy on me the day we finally fucked,” I tell her, twisting her head to one side to kiss her neck. “You’re a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you?”

With a mind-numbingly sexy laugh, she dips to kiss my jaw. I cup her cheek and pull her up, needing her mouth. Her kisses are truly something else, and I’ve been dreaming of having my lips on hers since the second our last kiss ended. But the moment I lift my chin, she jerks away.

“No kissing,” she tells me, backing off when I try to pull her closer.

What?

I squint at her through the dark. “We’ve kissed already. At camp.”

“We shouldn’t have. We’re just fucking, okay? Kissing makes it personal.”

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