Chapter 38
Melody was halfway to the boudoir where she was still sleeping, when Micah caught her from behind, swung her around, hefted his shoulder against her midriff, and sauntered the rest of the way to her room with Melody dangling none too elegantly over his shoulder.
He paused only briefly to flip on the lights which were recessed into the top frame of the four-poster bed, then deftly flipped her across his knee, holding her securely with one hand while he shoved her baggy, elasticated pyjama pants down with the other.
”Luckily, I know damn well when a naughty little girl is begging for a spanking,” he growled as he peppered her ass with a swift flurry of warm up taps before he got down to the serious business of applying the swats she so desperately needed.
His hand crashed down, again and again, and she squealed, though it was more from surprise than hurt.
This time, Micah got straight down to business, delivering a swift and methodical punishment which had her first wriggling, then bucking, then finally subsiding into a puddle of retained grief, recent frustration, and unsatisfied lust.
All thoughts were pushed away, allowing her busy mind to finally quiet, analyse, repent and ultimately, to let go. It all flowed out of her as if her tears were a vessel through which everything could be released. To seep away, leaving her feeling cleansed and as if the weight of all her stresses and frustrations had been lifted from her shoulders, leaving both her mind and soul light and alleviated.
When she eventually lay limp across his hard thighs, sobbing quietly, Micah gentled his touch and rubbed away the sting and burn that smarted on her reddened skin.
”Are you going to talk to me now and tell me what”s been going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked quietly, lengthening his strokes up her back and down her thighs.
Melody nodded her head and Micah helped her up, straightening her clothing and settling them both against the headboard, where he tucked her into the crook of his arm. When she didn”t say anything, he took the lead.
”So, let”s start with what you said earlier and why you didn”t approach me about all of this.”
Melody sighed, the fight all leached out of her. This wasn”t the way she had imagined her spanking might end, when she’d confided in the other women about wanting to experience sex which centred around her for once in her life. But she supposed she owed Micah this much at least. If he understood, then perhaps he”d help her find someone, maybe allow her back in the dungeon—only the dungeon, this time—and she could try to approach Masters Flynn and Cameron again. Or maybe she should just give up the idea altogether. It was a selfish thing, after all, and, so far, it had caused nothing but trouble. A little trickle of defeat seeped into her cleansed mind. But that was okay. She”d dealt with far worse in her life.
”I told you I would try to provide anything that you need,” Micah reminded her.
Melody took a deep breath and braced herself for the telling. A little humiliation never hurt anyone, she reminded herself. She should know that better than anyone. Though, why she should be embarrassed talking to Micah about it, and not the girls, she didn”t quite know.
Because he”s the one you”re fantasising about, the one you”d really like to do somethingabout it, a little voice whispered in her mind.
Yeah, but he doesn”t need to know that,argued another.
”I know,” Melody began. ”But after the last time, you sort of backed off, and I felt like you didn”t want to be responsible for me in that way. You already said you didn”t want me for a slave, and you wouldn”t take…other things from me.”
She was feeling oddly vulnerable, and her voice broke over the last words. Melody cleared her throat and shrugged one shoulder.
”And then I got talking to Trinity, Laurel and the others and some stuff came up that happened in the past, and I started feeling guilty about it all over again. So I confided that I needed a spanking to help me process the guilt, but that I didn”t think you”d be really comfortable providing it, after the way you distanced yourself the last time. And then there was…umm…some other stuff too, so Laurel offered to take me to the club as her guest. Trinity made me wait, but I still wanted to do it and I was really excited, but then it all went wrong, and I…” Melody trailed off, not knowing quite how to finish after the words finally all rushed out like some kind of dam breaking. She let out a long breath instead.
”I see,” was all Micah said. Then, after he”d considered what she”d said, he asked, ”Do you need to talk about the issue that led to you wanting a spanking?”
”Umm, no, I don”t think so,” Melody mumbled. ”I”ve processed that, and I don”t really want to rake it all up again,” she replied, picking at the cuticles of the now neat nails Laurel had insisted on manicuring for her.
”Fair enough,” Micah accepted with a single nod of his tousled head. ”Then on to the ”other stuff” you wanted to experience in the dungeon. I hope you weren”t searching for a whipping, because I”ve already told you I don”t think any heavier kind of impact play is psychologically healthy after what you”ve been through. Spanking should be the limit for the moment. That may well change in the future. I have no doubt that you probably harbour some masochistic tendencies, but at least while I have any say in the matter, I want to make sure that you”re exploring those for the right reasons. I think it”s too soon, right now, to be doing that. I hope you”ll accept my professional opinion on this.”
”That wasn”t what I was looking for,” Melody replied quietly, her head still bowed as she stared at the heavy brocade coverlet on the ornate bed, as if it was the most fascinating thing she”d ever seen.
”Then, what?” Micah asked with a frown.
When she didn”t answer straight away, he looked down and pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, raising her face so he could see her expression. He raised that signature single eyebrow in query once again, and Melody clenched her teeth, her eyebrows beetling together.
Micah just waited patiently, and Melody realised that he wasn”t going to let it go. She was going to have to come clean.
”It was sex, okay?” She let out her breath in a huff and looked away, unable to look him in the eye while she said it. ”I wanted to have sex with someone of my own choosing. I wanted someone to put me first and show me how good it could be. I wanted to replace the shitty experiences I”ve had with memories of something sweeter, and I wanted to bloody enjoy it! Is that so damn wrong?”
Melody shrugged out of his hold and scooted across to the far side of the bed.
It was too intimate, suddenly. She needed some space.
Dangling her legs over the side of the high bed, she wrapped her arms around her waist and sucked in the lip that had started to judder.
”It was a stupid idea, okay. I know that now. But I just thought, for once in my life, I could have something for me. And since you made it clear that you didn”t want me, I thought maybe…someone else…”
Melody swallowed, her throat thickening to match the tears that pricked her eyes. She tried to blink them away, angry with herself for the weakness.
She shook her head in defeat. ”It doesn”t matter.” It came out as a coarse rasp around the increasing ache in her throat and Melody looked up at the ceiling, willing the tears not to spill. She didn”t want to be this pathetic, needy creature. Taking a stabilising breath, she let it out evenly.
As she shook her head sadly, she let her stiff back droop. ”It doesn”t matter,” she reiterated with an air of finality. It was time to put that dream to bed.
The mattress dipped behind her, and Melody closed her eyes. She didn”t want to see the pity in Micah”s sympathetic gaze. She didn”t want to sense the awkwardness her admissions might cause between them, either.
”I think I”ll go to bed now,” she told him, forcing herself to inject some strength and resilience into her voice, when all she really wanted to do was curl up and cry away the loss of her stupid, impractical hopes and pipedreams. She didn”t want an audience for that, however.
Surely, he would leave her alone now she”d spilled it all and he knew there was nothing serious for him to have to worry about. Just some stupid little girl who thought she could conjure something beautiful where there had only ever been ugliness.
Well, the old saying was true. That was another thing she”d discovered. You couldn”t make a silk purse out of a sow”s ear, and she was a fool for trying. But it had been a nice dream while it had lasted, even if it had really only been a delusion.
”I”m okay, Micah. Thank you.” She forced some starch back into her spine and was careful to keep her voice even and impersonal. ”You should go and get some sleep. It”s been a long day.”
”It”s Sunday tomorrow,” he reminded her, not appearing to be in any hurry.
”Great! No need to be up early then.” The false cheer she attempted to inject into her voice fell flat.
Strong hands settled on her shoulders and Melody gritted her teeth, bracing herself against the wave of yearning she felt. She sensed his breath, hot against the side of her neck, and a streak of goose bumps raised and skittered down her spine. Jesus, she couldn”t take this. Couldn”t he just go, already? She didn”t want to make an even bigger fool of herself by begging for something he didn”t want to give.
Micah swept the heavy weight of her long hair to one side, exposing her neck then pressing a kiss against it, followed by a gentle nip. This time, she couldn”t prevent the shudder, which started as a ripple across her shoulders before whooshing down the rest of her body like a waterfall, tightening her nipples and flipping her belly, before pooling in her sex and ending with a tingle in her fingers and toes.
A soft little mewl broke from her throat. ”What are you doing, Micah?” she whispered.
”What do you think I”m doing?” He chuckled, placing another hot kiss against the sensitive skin of her nape.
”I don”t want your pity.” The words trembled on her tongue even as she canted her head further to the side to give him better access. She had some pride…didn”t she?
”Pity is the last thing I feel for you,” Micah murmured against her ear as he pulled her torso back against his chest, wrapping his sinfully muscled arms around her waist, over the top of her own.
”You”re one of the strongest women I”ve ever met, and you have no idea how much I admire that.”
The next kiss fell against her shoulder, then the graze of his teeth followed by a sensual laving from his tongue.
Melody groaned. She couldn”t fight this. She didn”t want to. But neither did she want to just be a pity fuck…or maybe she did. Who the hell was she to question his motives if it got her what she wanted?
Except, she still wanted to respect herself in the morning, and that was one thing she”d been denied for a long time. The thought might just give her the strength she needed to halt this sensual foray, even while her body melted under his touch.
”But you said…” The thought faded as his questing fingers found their way under the hem of her pyjama top and came into direct contact with her skin, trailing pleasure in their wake as they stroked across the planes of her abdomen.
Melody scrunched up her eyes and tried to think. This was important, wasn”t it? She couldn”t concentrate. Right now, the heady pleasure seemed the most significant thing she could contemplate.
”Wait!” Micah loosened his hands and ceased his ministrations immediately. Shit! Why had she said that? Oh, yeah, respect…it was seeming less and less important in the wake of the storm of wonderful feelings Micah was plucking from her with such devastating ease. Did she really want to stop that?
His withdrawal gave her a moment to breathe, a moment of clarity. She frowned as a slice of reality settled in.
”You said you didn”t want me, Micah. You said there was a line you couldn”t cross.” She sighed. ”I don”t want to push you into a place you don”t want to be.”
Melody felt the mattress depress again as Micah settled back on his haunches, his arms dropping to her hips. She felt a moment of loss so crippling, she wanted to beg him to forget what she”d said and just show her some more of the wonder, but it was too late for that now.
”I didn”t say I didn”t want you, Melody,” Micah clarified. ”I said I didn”t want you to be my slave. There”s a big difference,” he murmured softly but clearly. ”And that line I was talking about crossing has nothing to do with making love to you, and everything to do with taking something that was only offered out of some misplaced sense of compensation due to the mind-set you retained after your captivity. I understand that you felt it was offered freely, but to me, it felt like I was taking advantage of someone whose emotions were skewed by an extreme set of circumstances.”
”And you don”t feel like that now?” Melody whispered, hardly daring to hope.
”Hey, you don”t want to be a pity fuck, and I didn”t want to be a gratitude fuck. I think we”re both past that now.” Micah pulled her back into the shelter of his body. ”And what I feel for you… what I want to show you, has less to do with fucking and far more to do with genuine intimacy.”
”You really mean that?” she asked in a voice that wavered with emotion.
”Melody, what happened to you this evening scared me on a truly emotional level. Not because it offends my sensibilities. Not because it impugns my club, although it does all that. But because I’ve come to care about you, and what happens to you,” Micah revealed, slipping his hands around so that they covered her belly, one above the other. She was sure he must have felt the way it rippled and flipped in response. A response that was due as much to the value of his words as to his actions.
”When I found out you’d planned to seek a spanking from someone else, I was angry, yes. But it wasn”t because you”d gone out to the club without telling me. It was because I resented the idea of another man laying his hands on you.”
Micah crushed her to him possessively, one hand slipping below the elasticated waistband of her pyjama trousers, the other gliding up toward her breast.
”To hear that you might have taken that further, to have given the gift of your body to someone else…I can”t even describe how that makes me feel, Melody. You see, you were right when you said that things between us had changed after that first spanking, but you got the reasons all wrong, sweetheart.” He grazed his teeth along the graceful slope of her shoulder, following it with his tongue like he was tasting her, his fingers flexing into the softness of her skin as if he needed to assure himself she was really there.
”I kept my distance because, suddenly, I felt like I couldn”t keep my hands off of you. Because I was greedy for all those sweet responses you gave during your orgasm, and I wanted to keep them for myself. I wanted to explore what other reactions I could coax from your body, but I wasn”t convinced you were ready for all of that, and I didn”t want to risk my desire getting the better of my morals.”
Melody reached up behind her and hooked one arm around Micah”s neck, tipping her head back until it rested on his shoulder. She arched her back and turned so she could look at him. ”Show me!” she demanded before she pulled his mouth to hers in a move bolder than any she had ever made in her life.
This was different to what they”d shared before, Melody realised when Micah speared one hand into her hair, tightening his fingers deliciously as he threw himself into the kiss.
His normally banked dominance erupted as he took control, making her realise just how much he’d held back previously. Her heart gave a little flip at the knowledge of just how much he had protected her, even from himself, while she”d been throwing herself at him. It made her appreciation for his innate moral character even stronger, and Melody knew she was slipping deeper and deeper under a spell Micah didn”t even know he was weaving. Because it wasn”t really a spell at all, he was simply one of the good guys, and her life had been so devoid of one of those that now she”d found one, she couldn”t help but be captivated.
She couldn”t have done this with someone else, she realised with sudden clarity as Micah moved from nipping and tasting her lips to thrusting his tongue between them so it danced with her own. Her lips felt sensitised, tingling under the sensual assault. Kissing was a new thing, too. Oh, there had been a few fumbled attempts when she was a teenager, but they’d been all teeth and slobber compared with the smooth, erotic glide of Micah”s mouth against her own. Daddy”s had all been chaste pecks as he played out his role and after that, well…
What she shared with Micah, in these precious moments, was personal and intimate. Even more intimate than sex.
Melody knew, to her detriment, that there wasn”t necessarily anything intimate about fucking. It was just an action, one that could be impersonal and often brutal, but this? Some might say it was only a kiss, but to Melody, this was the most intimate and cherished she”d ever had the joy of feeling, and it had unfamiliar reactions bubbling up and lodging in her chest…as well as other parts of her body!
Micah came up for air and Melody took the opportunity to suck breath into her own lungs. She wasn”t in the most comfortable of positions, but it didn”t matter, the gentle touch of his fingers stroking against the skin of her lower abdomen and the underside of her breasts, the sensual glide of his tongue against hers, had her body simultaneously bursting into flames and melting into a puddle, if that was even possible. That”s what it felt like anyway. She had never known anything like this before and she was hungry to experience more.
Wriggling to try to move around, she was surprised when Micah scooped her up and laid her gently in the middle of the enormous bed.
Before he followed her down, he stripped off his shirt and undid the top button of the soft black jeans which sculpted his muscled legs like a second skin. She wished he would just remove them altogether, but she knew better than to ask. She”d already come to realise that Micah moved at his own pace and there was no pushing him into anything he didn”t want to do.
His was a quiet dominance but one which was absolute.
He didn”t exude that sexy but demanding arrogance like some of the men she”d met during her stay at the club, or the on again, off again fluctuation of command that others shifted between. It was more of a subtle but indomitable confidence and conviction, a calm but innate authority which was constant and unwavering. It made her feel safe because she knew it would absolutely never change on the whim of his mood.
And that was one of the most attractive things about him, which was saying a lot, because he was drop dead gorgeous, and had a body that could grace a fitness magazine. And yet his quiet strength was one that would never be pitted against another to deliberately terrorise or intimidate. There was security in that, too. He was a man who made careful moral judgements and then stuck to his ideology, a man of the utmost integrity who was worthy of being loved and yet one who deliberately avoided the prospect.
The faceless Sara, who had caused this beautiful man to distance himself from the satisfaction of a loving relationship, had surely never deserved to hold this man”s heart. It made Melody angry just to think of it. What she would have given to have just a fraction of that kind of benevolent devotion bestowed upon her; and yet the woman had tossed it aside as if it was nothing, worthless.
Melody could not even begin to understand the logic, but it did make her sad it had affected Micah so deeply that he held himself apart as a result.
It made her sad that he would probably never love her the way in which she was falling for him.
But she could at least have this. And it would be something that she would embrace in the here and now, and something she would cherish when all that remained was a memory left to warm her.
Melody opened her arms and gave herself over to him. Micah took one of her hands, drawing first one sleeve off of her arm, then the other. Melody pulled the pyjama top over her head, and he caught up the long mane of her hair and disentangled it from the clothing.
”I love your hair,” he admitted, spreading it over the pillow in a scented cloud of silver. He settled himself between her legs, threading their fingers together and pulling both her hands above her head, while he observed her intently. His own blond curls fell forward to frame the intensity of those melted chocolate eyes, and his equally fair stubble became noticeable now that she was so close to him. What would it feel like scraping across her skin, Melody wondered.
She hoped it wouldn”t be too long until she found out. Just the feel of the taut, warm skin on his ripped chest pressed against her own bare flesh had her blood heating, and her sensual thoughts brought a quiet sigh to her lips which prompted Micah to speak.
”This isn”t a scene, Melody, but you can use the club safe words if it makes you feel more secure. Yellow to slow things down, red for an instant halt. Hell, just say stop, and it”s as good as done, I can promise you that, no matter how far things have progressed.”
Ah, sweet fool. Didn”t he know that she wanted everything he had to give? Every whisper, every experience, every tiny, delicious nuance.
Melody hooked one of her legs around his fine buttocks and used it to pull him to her in response. She canted her hips against the length of his erection trying to gain a little friction against the ache which had developed between her thighs.
”Micah…” she whispered in a voice that didn”t sound remotely like her own. She didn”t even know what she wanted to say, so she arched her back so she could rub her stiff nipples against the coarse dusting of chest hair and his rock-hard pecs.
Thank God he took the hint, because Melody was at a complete loss for words, and besides, she didn”t want to chat. She just wanted to feel.
Micah dipped his head to hers and took her mouth in a sweet, leisurely kiss which filled up her senses before he trailed sensuous little nips across her jaw and nuzzled behind her ear. Tipping her head to one side to give him better access, Melody pulled her arms free so she could indulge herself in exploring his sleek, hard muscles.
When he moved lower and caught a pouting, aching nipple in his mouth, Melody arched up into him and ploughed her hands into his thick, wavy hair. It felt like silk, sifting between her fingers, but the reality of his hot mouth against her breast, suckling on the pebbled tip then grazing it lightly with his teeth, suddenly eclipsed any other sensation.
His hands, now free, plucked at the other peak, rolling it between his finger and thumb and pinching, oh so gently, until it seemed like a thread had formed from there to her lower abdomen, which he pulled with every movement of his hand or mouth.
Melody”s hips found a rhythm all of their own and she writhed against him helplessly. It was like her body had a mind of its own and was dancing to some silent tune Micah was weaving as he plucked and played it. A soundtrack of soft moans and throaty sighs accompanied him, falling from her mouth of their own accord. She only wished the rest of their clothes were gone. She wanted to feel him everywhere, wanted the scuff of his coarse leg hair against her own, the slide of her feet against his calves. In desperation, she shoved her hands down the back of his jeans and kneaded his taut buttocks, pulling him as close as she could with the barrier of their clothes.
It wasn”t enough!
Pushing the cloth down his hips, Melody fumbled in her impatience to get him naked, to feel all of him against all of her.
Micah chuckled. ”Slow down, sweetheart, or you”re going to do me an injury with that zipper,” he warned wryly.
”Sorry,” she breathed, choosing to stare at the strong column of his neck as her cheeks heated. He dislodged her hands and rose to his knees, slowly sliding down the zipper of his fly.
Melody felt her mouth go dry, her eyes drawn magnetically to where he was revealing himself. He gave a sexy little wriggle to ease the fabric off of his hips. Was that for her benefit or did it just come naturally? Oh, who the heck cared?
Melody had to force herself to keep her hands by her sides, but she was rewarded for her patience when Micah shrugged off the last of his clothing then turned his attention to her own.
Why weren”t they gone already? She could have been out of these unattractive, fluffy pyjama bottoms by now. Not that it mattered any more since Micah was drawing them slowly down her legs, revealing her to his gaze, inch by inch.
Melody swallowed, the sight of his thick, hard cock catching her eye and holding her gaze. Jeez! Did her mouth just water? Well, that took care of the dryness at least.
She forced her gaze up to his face, only to find him staring at her with the same molten intensity in his dark eyes.
Never taking his eyes off of hers, Micah hooked her knees over his elbows and, with his strong hands palming her buttocks, lifted her sensitive core to his mouth, causing her to fling her arms out wide on the bed to balance herself.
A moment later, her hands were fisting clumps of the sheets as Micah drew the flat of his tongue along the full length of her seam, all the way to her clit, which he worried with the point.
An uncontrollable shudder washed through her, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, and her breath caught in her throat.
He did it again, and it was as if her entire body had come alive. Heat swept through her, prickling the back of her neck and shoulders, while a tingling sensation spread from where his clever tongue made contact with her skin, mushrooming outward and spreading goose bumps in its wake. Fire coiled in her belly, rotating slowly at first, then gathering speed until it roiled and contracted with every spear of his tongue or graze of his teeth against her most sensitive flesh. Her hips undulated against his mouth of their own accord, and when he sucked her clit over and over again, a wrenching sob was dragged from Melody’s throat.
And still, her body ached for more, yearned to be filled, and craved the intimacy of being joined with someone she truly cared about.
”Micaaahh!” she wailed as he speared the point of his tongue inside her in a crude imitation of intercourse.
But it wasn”t enough! She wanted more, needed more!
”Oh God!” she cried out. ”Please, Micah…please…” She wasn”t even sure what she was begging for. She only knew that she needed it.
Right now.
More than anything she”d ever needed before.
Micah dropped her back down on the bed, and she bounced just a little in his haste to grab a condom off of the dresser and smooth it over his pulsating shaft. Then he was there, his welcome weight pressing her against the mattress, his hand between them, positioning the head of his cock against her entrance. He stared into her eyes, and the connection she felt was so intense, it was almost physical.
He slicked his cock in her plentiful juices to ease his way, but before seating himself within her body, he gritted out one last time, ”Are you certain?” his voice husky with passion.
”I”ve never been more sure of anything in my life!” Melody panted, sliding her hands along his biceps and shoulders until she reached his face. She cupped his cheeks in her palms and pulled his head down for a heartfelt, blistering kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and the eroticism of it drove her wild.
As she stroked her feet along the back of his calf and his thigh just like she’d fantasised, Melody drew her legs up and opened herself wide, coaxing him inside with the heave and swell of her hips until Micah relented the tight hold he retained on his control and eased a gentle inch inside her.
God, it felt glorious. She wanted all of him. She wanted him to fill her.
Micah refused to give in to either of their baser needs. ”Look at me, Melody,” he demanded. ”I want you to see who is taking you, know who is?—”
Melody placed a slim finger against his mouth, understanding his concern but not wanting the filth of her past to encroach on the beauty of this moment.
”I know, Micah. Never doubt for one moment that I know.”
Micah rested his forehead against her own and pushed forward inch by slow inch, keeping his eyes locked with hers until he was seated to the hilt.
Melody clutched at his waist, her lips slightly parted, breath sawing in and out in light huffs as he stretched her slowly and settled between her thighs.
When at last, he stilled, filling her up, he found her mouth with his own and kissed her deeply as he began to move within her clutching sheath.
All of these years, and she had never known it could be like this. Melody felt tears prick at the back of her eyes and would have berated herself for being such a sap if there was a chance that she could think straight long enough to do that.
As it was, the moment Micah started to ease in and out of her body, it was like a dam had broken and she was being swept away on a tide of deeply profound emotions and hedonistic physical pleasure.
The delicious press of his body against hers, the way his fingers fisted in her hair, sending erotic shards of pleasure sailing across her skin, while still being thoughtful enough to brace his weight on his forearms so he didn”t crush her petite frame.
The slow slide of skin on skin and every little degree of distinction, smooth muscle, taut buttocks, crinkly hair, slick heat, hot sweat, and the smell of musk and sex, all put her senses on overload.
Then there was the ever-tightening knot of passion that fisted in her chest, sending vibrations of desire into every atom of her being.
Melody locked her ankles around Micah’s hips, urging him closer, faster, harder. She wanted more. She wanted it all. She wanted the cascade of sparkling golden light she could sense in the periphery to engulf her and explode and take her on a rollercoaster ride she would never forget.
Sensing her urgency, Micah picked up the pace, lengthening his strokes, his strong thighs powering his bucking hips as he ploughed into her, bottoming out at her cervix and sending sparkles of sensation skittering through her lower abdomen with every purposeful plunge.
Still, she was greedy for more, so she rocked her own hips up to meet him, her breath heaving out on a soft cry with every powerful thrust, which adding to the backdrop of sounds; passionate moans, slapping flesh, forceful grunts, and the rhythmic creak of the wooden bed frame as it rocked with them.
Melody could feel the vivid veracity of completion within her grasp, but it wasn”t quite there, she couldn”t quite reach it, she needed something else.
The quiver of frustration had her blindly begging, ”Micah, pleaaase…” except she didn”t know what to ask for.
Perceptive as always, Micah dipped his head and took one of her stiff, peaked nipples into his hot mouth, suckling briefly before he bit down gently. The quick spike of erotic pain was everything Melody needed, and reality spun away as she erupted in a quaking mass of searing, white hot pleasure, which started in her core and crested outward until it encompassed her entire being.
And still, it wasn”t over. Micah rode the wave with her, urging it onward, squeezing it tighter, until he”d wrung out every ounce of ecstasy in her body. Only then did he plough his fingers into her hair and plunder her lips in a gut-wrenching kiss, before gutturally roaring out his own pleasure and spilling his seed.
Melody closed her eyes and absorbed the aftershocks of their combined bliss.
Her breath was coming in short bursts, and she could hear Micah panting in her ear. Their bodies were heated and slick with sweat and Melody found she simply couldn”t move. The orgasm had robbed her of strength and all she wanted to do was lie here and glory in its radiance.
She welcomed Micah”s weight atop her. It made her feel cherished and cocooned, but it didn”t last long as he rolled away with a satisfied groan and groped his way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
Melody closed her eyes and enjoyed the coolness of the night against her heated skin. She should maybe think about getting up and showering, but the moment was too sublime, and all she wanted to do was soak it up.
Micah was everything she’d ever dreamed of and more, and a small smile graced her lips as she sensed his return. It widened in satisfaction when he climbed back into the bed beside her and pulled her flush against his chest, pulling a sheet across their cooling bodies.
The last thought she had, before she slipped into dreams of fantasies and future, was that she wanted to stay with him and enjoy these moments forever.