Page 47 of Lucas & Melissa Falling in Love
Chapter 16
The kiss is sweet and then it’s not. My mouth quivers as our lips merge. Tasting deep, plunging my tongue to reach every hidden secret, I find myself breathing hard now. I let up, withdrawing my tongue, and lightly touch my lips to hers, licking at the corners and then across the lush curves, top and bottom. She nips at my lips with small tantalizing bites until I’m on fire and can’t restrain myself. I devour her mouth, sucking and owning her lips and tongue. My hands roam feverishly over her body, testing every curve, pressing her to me.
I’m half aware of where we are and I pull us back onto the couch, landing with her over me, half reclining in the pile of our wool overcoats and scarves. Fleetingly I think of the bed, but I can’t separate from her now. We’re still clothed with only our boots removed, so I unzip her silky dress, then pull it from her shoulders along with her bra strap. Moving one hand to caress each of her full breasts, relishing the weight, the firm, round shape and soft creaminess, I choose one distended nipple and tease it with my thumb.
The sound she makes—half plea, half moan, and all pleasure—makes my cock dance, forces it to strain against my pants.
“We need to undress,” I say into her ear, moving my mouth from hers. My breathing is hard and so is hers. Hearing her panting makes my blood rage and heat.
She moves her hand down to my crotch and unzips my pants with extraordinary speed, then slips her hand inside to wrap her fingers around my cock in a bold, mind-blowing hold. The wanton abandon she shows, her hand on me, her mouth on mine, her breasts pulsing and heaving over the edge of her bra make me groan in pleasure.
When she pulls back from the kiss and traces the lace trim with the fingertips of her other hand, I am throbbing, twitching, and ready. But not ready enough to break my rule. I will never take my pleasure first before a woman, especially not this woman. Melissa is made for lovemaking, made for me to break her control, to break open her passionate core to revel in her wantonness.
I’m so hot, too hot, and I need to keep some control, to give her so much pleasure that just watching her might make me come.
Putting my hand over hers to still her, I help her pull my pants off and she wriggles from her dress. With one hand, I unhook her bra and pull it from her arms. She’s leaning into me, so I push her shoulders back to separate us, so I can see her magnificence, the dark purple areolas surrounding her hard, inviting nipples makes me tighten my muscles, straining for control against gratification.
She’s staring into my eyes, her lusty, deeply hooded gaze telling me she’s ready, that we’re connected in every way in that moment save the ultimate physical bonding. We’re both moving there, eager for the tumultuous ride. Lying back fully on the couch, I flip our positions so she is under me, then I move my hand down her body as I cover her face in kisses and she returns each kiss with her own.
Finding her panties still there, I stop for a flicker and she laughs softly, then helps me lower them down her thighs until she kicks them off, while I tease the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Coming close to her pulsing mound, I stroke the outline of her curls, the sensitive flesh of her upper thighs and lower belly, but not where she wants. Not until she bites my lip in protest.
“Lucas, you’re killing me.”
I laugh softly and capture her mouth while I cup my hand over the swollen folds and hard wet marble of her clit. I can feel the wetness through the fine hair, feel the nub of sensitivity under the palm of my hand as she presses her hips into me. I want to tease her mercilessly until she begs. Then I want to make her pass out from explosive orgasmic pleasure.
Taking one finger, I slip it inside the warm wet folds to her center then run it from top to bottom and circle her throbbing clit, feeling the smooth slick marble and hungering for it, salivating to lick it and take it into my mouth. I test her with a flick of my thumb and she cries out into my mouth.
Though she’s driving me more wild than she realizes with her response, I’m ready to go down on her and I move lower, slipping my hands under the firm half-moons of her ass, spreading her thighs apart and lifting her to expose her as if she were the most delectable meal ever made.
I move my mouth onto her, tasting and smelling her as she drives me wild with her writhing and her whimpering, moaning sounds of pleasure. Plunging my tongue between the swollen folds, I lick long and strong, drinking the honeyed juices. Her thighs quiver in my arms and she gets loud. Flicking my tongue with energy, I feel her rising tension, the creamy liquid flowing from her as her muscles coil. At the moment I feel her coming, I wrap my lips around her gleaming clit and suck hard.
Melissa screams her release, clenching her legs in on me as I drink in her sweet orgasmic liquid. When I let go of her and raise my head, I find she has her hands splayed in my hair, still moaning and lost in her ecstasy. Her eyes are closed, dark lashes against flushed cheeks, her mouth open and a small furrow in her forehead. She is more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen, ever known.
The strain on my diamond-hard cock drives me to rise above her, moving my mouth to hers. She welcomes me, holding my face, running her fingers through my hair, whispering words of love. I guide my cock across her clit and she cries out in pleasure-pain, then jerks under me in reflexive spasms. I slide inside her, feeling her wet folds swallow me, pulsing with orgasmic aftershocks. Taking care to control the rising tide of my own bursting pleasure, I push all the way inside until the tip of my cock meets the resistance of firm hot flesh.
The pounding of my heart and rushing of my blood blocks out all sound as I move, losing the ability to draw in and out in a slow pace. The muscles of my arms vibrate as I hold myself above her, my jaw clenched with the strain to move rhythmically in and out, to not pound forward. But as I stare into her eyes and she stares back, she moves her hands down over my shoulders and to my back and arches up against me.
“God, Lucas. I want you, I need you to—God—”
I lose it. Lose whatever else she was going to say, whatever self-control I had. I slam inside her, feel the tight coiling inside me, stop breathing as I pull out and thrust again. And again, and again. And then the roar in my head become inescapable, dizzying, as the buildup of my desire bursts from me in long pulsing spurts of cum as I convulse on the sharp edge between excruciating pain and unimaginable pleasure.
Kissing her face, mindless, wordless and panting, I am part of her, our souls melding and hearts pounding in the same heated rhythm. I suck her gasping breath into my lungs and she inhales the next breath I release. I’m holding myself over her, barely keeping from crushing her, our bare skin plastered together and the heady scent of our sex swirling around us.
I don’t know how long we lie there, coming down from our seismic orgasms and reveling in our closeness, but the bunched muscles across my shoulders twitch and I hear Melissa’s breathing stutter under the weight of me.
“I should move and let you breathe,” I say, hearing the reluctance in my voice. She smiles, but doesn’t move her arms to let me go. “Now would be a good time to open the Murphy Bed,” I add, smiling down at her sexy half-lidded gaze.
Rising from the couch and away from the softness of her body will be the hardest thing in the world to do.
When I lift off her, she tracks me like I’m her next meal.
“I’m starving,” she says. “Forget the bed. How about some food?” I laugh. My mind-reading skills astonish me sometimes. But I know she is hungry, probably from the groaning sounds her stomach is emitting. Standing alone, I feel the chill in the air.
“How about some scrambled eggs and bacon? It’s my specialty.”
“Sounds deliciously fattening.”
I throw on a robe and move to the kitchen area, watching her rise and pick up an NYU T-shirt I had discarded carelessly the day before. She slips it over her head and prances over to me, spinning like a model to give me a good look at the outfit. I open the small refrigerator door.
