Chapter 51
Ben
As Melody sat before him, gloriously naked and eyes alight with longing, Ben just barely won the battle not to swallow his tongue. There was just something about her that undid him. She was unlike any woman he’d ever met before, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
Melody lifted herself onto her knees and shuffled toward him. He loved the way she didn’t hide her body from him. She might be shy about some things, but he was happy for this further display that she was comfortable both with him and with herself.
His senses were so heightened he would swear he could actually hear the sound of her knees grazing against the fabric of her sheets, feel the way the cotton tugged beneath his own body as she moved.
He smiled into her eyes before his gaze swept over her sweet lips, the delicate curve of her neck, and the sensual hollow at the base of her throat before coming to rest on her full, upturned breasts.
Her long, unbound hair fanned over them, making his fingers itch to remove the obstacle to allow for an unimpeded view.
When Melody was close enough, he reached one hand up to grasp her hip. He used the other to give into the impulse to brush her long, lustrous hair over her shoulders. Ben groaned when she took a deep breath and the hardened buds of her nipples grazed his chest.
“God, but you’re beautiful,” he whispered against her lips.
“You’re pretty spectacular yourself,” she quipped back.
“Is that right?” Ben asked, not really expecting an answer but feeling mighty fine about her compliment.
He leaned down and gently nipped at her bottom lip. Melody drew in a startled breath but smiled in a way that told Ben she’d liked it.
Her smile turned mischievous as she raised her hands to his chest and used them to learn the contours of his body. His muscles tensed when she dipped her head and dragged her bottom lip along one of his pecs.
It was his turn to draw in a startled breath when she flicked her tongue against his nipple before painting a damp circle around it. She glanced up at him to assess his reaction.
He nodded to confirm his comfort and assent, adding words to further reassure her. “Touch me however you want, sweetheart.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before gently cupping the side of her face. “I’m all yours. Do whatever feels good.”
Melody gently nibbled at her bottom lip, but he could tell from the subtle crinkle of skin at the corners of her eyes that she was happy with his willingness to let her explore his body as she would.
“But you’ll tell me if I do anything you don’t like, right? That should go both ways.”
He doubted there was anything she could do that he wouldn’t enjoy, but he left it with a simple, “Of course.”
“In that case . . .” Melody said, mischief both coloring her tone and dancing in her eyes.
His eyes flared when she pushed against his chest in a way that communicated her desire to have him lie back. Curious to see where she would take this, he did as she bid him, lying back against the mattress. He lifted his arms and pillowed them behind his head.
Ben felt certain he could live in this moment forever, where nothing was more important than savoring the reverent way Melody was exploring his body. It was a gift, and one he wouldn’t take for granted.
Ben jolted when Melody used her tongue to caress the few inches of skin that connected his navel to the top of his lower abdomen. But that was nothing compared to the way his body responded when she treated the tip of his cock to a teasing flick of her tongue.
“I want you so badly,” Melody moaned.
How was it she was the one moaning? He was so turned on by her sensual perusal that his cock had managed to sneak up above the elastic of his boxer briefs.
“I’m all yours, sweetheart,” he responded, even though he knew he was repeating himself. But he really was. All hers, that is. Until death did they part, if he had his way.
Seeming to draw courage from his words, Melody slipped his boxer briefs over his hips and down his legs. He did his part by kicking them off when they reached his feet.
Ben made a strangled sound when she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. Once again, she’d caught him unaware. He’d been so focused on getting fully naked that he hadn’t realized where her mouth was.
Melody allowed his cock to pop out of her mouth after a few good sucks, but the little temptress gave his length a few solid laves of her tongue before pulling her head back to look at him.
“He looked like he needed to be soothed after being strangled by your waistband,” she said as though her logic should be obvious.
“He?” Ben asked with an arched brow. Ben wondered if his voice sounded as strangled to her ears as it did to his.
Melody just smiled and shrugged before dipping her head once more.
Ben groaned when she used her soft hand to feed his cock back through her lips. This time, she took the full length of him into her mouth. She gagged a little when the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.
He tried to pull back a bit. “Careful, sweetheart.”
Not to be conceited, but he knew his proportions were on the generous side.
And Melody was on the smaller side. Healthy, but petite. He might love the feel of her warm, wet mouth, but he definitely didn’t want her hurting herself.
She just shook her head and smiled up at him.
Ben tried to relax his muscles and let her do as she wished. He fought hard against the impulse to move his hips and hammer into her mouth. Since this was something she clearly wanted to do, he would hold himself back if it killed him.
When Ben felt like his control was hanging on by the barest of threads, he lifted his hands and deposited them lightly on her shoulders. He then gently slid one of his hands underneath her chin. Understanding his nonverbal communication, she released his cock.
When she lifted her eyes to his, they were glazed over with lust. Considering what she’d just been doing, he found it sexy as hell.
“I hate having to stop you,” he explained, his voice gravelly, “but it would have been game over if I’d let you keep going.”
Melody licked her lips. “I wouldn’t have minded,” she revealed from beneath her lashes.
He groaned. “But I most definitely would have.”
Ben lifted her up his body until she was straddling his waist. “If that’s something you want to do, I will definitely let you,” he explained in a voice gone husky, “but right now, I need to feel you riding my cock.”
Her cheeks blossomed with color at his words. He smiled, surprised it had taken this long for her signature blushes to pinken her cheeks.
“But first,” he said, “let’s make sure you’re as ready as I am.”
Melody gasped when he slid her further up his body until she was straddling his face.
Ben lifted a hand and gently ran his thumb through the folds of her pussy.
He groaned when his skin made contact. “Jesus, sweetheart. You’re soaked.”
“I told you I wanted you,” she said somewhat cryptically.
He felt certain his eyebrows had lifted clear to his hairline. “Are you telling me that sucking my cock got you this wet?” he asked, a little dumbfounded.
She nodded and smiled a smile that was part confident siren and part embarrassed innocent as she bit down on her lower lip.
Ben groaned. “I have died and gone to heaven,” he said as he used his fingers to part her delicate pink lips. He tongued her and allowed her flavor to explode on his tongue.
“Mmm . . . You taste just as delicious as I knew you would,” he praised. “Sweet and savory and oh-so-good.”
“You have a filthy mouth.” She moaned as he continued to explore her most intimate place with his lips and tongue.
“Only for you, sweetheart. Only for you,” he assured.
She cried out when he brought his fingers into play. He teased her with just the tip of one finger before allowing the full length to penetrate.
Melody whimpered. “More,” she begged as she bucked her hips.
“My greedy girl,” he teased, though it was all praise.
Ben tongued her clit before inserting a second finger.
Melody cried out as she rode his fingers.
“Feel good?” he teased, knowing from the mere look of her that she was riding straight toward an orgasm.
Ben quickly removed his fingers and lifted her off his face when he felt her inner walls start to convulse around his fingers.
Melody whimpered.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Ben assured. “I’ll take good care of you.” He caressed one of her hips with his hand. “I just want to feel you come on my cock and not my fingers.” He paused before adding, “This time.”
Melody just whimpered again.
“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.