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Melanie forcibly swallowed and wiped her hands and mouth with a napkin, but she still needed the clarification. ‘What exactly are you saying, Paige?’
‘I’m saying that if you would like to, I can tick something off both our to-do lists. I think a few dozen orgasms should be enough to make us both feel better. Get it out of our system, so that we can focus. Just a tonight thing.’
Hang on. Paige was offering a night of orgasms, a dozen orgasms without the expectation that anything else happen?
‘You’re offering me a night of orgasms, one night, to get this attraction out of our system,’ Melanie said, her face flushing as she heard it again.
‘Yes, I think we’ll both feel a lot better afterwards, in fact I’m going to work really hard to guarantee it, but only if you want. If you’re not interested and I completely misread, then I’m really sorry. But . . .’ Paige’s voice dropped lower. ‘I’m not wrong, am I?’
Melanie lost the power of speech, her throat dry, her body having chosen the more important task of heating her up, of making her ready for the dozen or so orgasms. But Paige needed an answer. Melanie tossed her head back, her towel falling to the ground, threw her glasses on the side, and yanked her hoody off. She was between Paige’s legs in a second.
‘Yes please, Paige.’
Chapter Eighteen
Paige
‘Yes please, Paige.’
Those three little words were as powerful as a starting pistol. Paige didn’t have time to note the breathy way Melanie had said her name, nor the fact she finally had Melanie out of her armour, her wet hair hanging between them, because Melanie had placed herself so firmly into Paige’s body where she sat on the barstool, that she could barely move.
But then Melanie’s lips were against her own and Paige’s body sparked to life. Her arms wrapped around Melanie’s back bringing her in even closer, until their chests were touching. Melanie’s hands were tight around Paige’s neck, clinging as if to keep her in place as they devoured each other’s mouths. Paige held back at first, not wanting to unleash the full force of the passion she’d had building for Melanie for the last few weeks. But then Melanie softly groaned, and her teeth lightly grazed Paige’s lips, and Paige knew she was losing control.
‘I need you,’ Paige whispered, her lips travelling across Melanie’s cheek and then down her neck. Paige’s breathing was heavy as she tasted and devoured, as she drank in the taste of Melanie and took the scent of her deep into her lungs, the feel of her delicate skin on her lips, licking, sucking and teasing bites as she went.
Melanie let out that whimper groan, her hands moving, one of them holding onto the back of Paige’s head, her fingers tangled in her hair, the other on Paige’s forearm as she pushed down, driving Paige’s hand further down her body.
‘What do you want, Melanie?’ Paige asked, whispering directly into her ear as she continued to kiss up her neck, finding that spot that made Melanie’s back curl as she whined.
‘Paige, just give me everything, I want it all.’ Panting, Melanie continued, ‘Don’t hold back. Please.’
‘I want specifics. I want a to-do list.’ Paige grinned as Melanie squirmed further, her hand pushing down on Paige’s arm, until it covered her breast over her vest top, her tight nipple sitting in Paige’s palm. Melanie lowered her arms, her back arching, thrusting her breasts more firmly at Paige.
‘OK first on the list,’ Melanie breathed out. ‘Naked. Then . . .’ Melanie’s speech was lost as Paige began pressing and moulding her breast more firmly. ‘Then,’ Melanie tried again her breath shaky, her body taut. ‘Then orgasms. All of the orgasms. Yours and mine.’
Melanie groaned as Paige teased her nipples, at the same time as she was kissing back down her neck, biting her way to her clavicle, breathing deeply. Melanie’s hot skin smelt of mango and of pure Melanie. She licked up the droplets of water from her wet hair as she went. Her hands moved to Melanie’s hips, pushing up the vest top so that her hands could feel the heat of her bare skin. Paige’s fingertips tingled with every stroke.
‘I thought you were supposed to be organised,’ Paige said, between kisses, her voice low. ‘You have the list all wrong,’ Paige whispered into her ear, as Melanie’s body continued to undulate under her hands.
‘I do?’ she whispered, her eyes closed and her head back.
‘Yeah. Orgasm first, then naked. If that’s OK with you?’
Melanie nodded, her smile wide, as Paige lifted Melanie’s vest top straight over her head, not caring if her arms got tangled, as her eyes instead focused on the sight right in front of her. She tongued around Melanie’s breast before gently biting the underside, until finally she reached her nipple, sucking it in to her mouth, her hands exploring what wasn’t currently being feasted on, as Melanie gasped and twisted. Paige listened to how Melanie responded and knew she was on the right path when Melanie’s hand clawed onto Paige’s thigh, and she could feel her nails through the denim.
‘More. Please, more.’ Melanie was panting and Paige took a moment to study her. Her head thrown back, her chest pumping wildly, her hands gripping Paige’s shoulders so tightly that Paige could see the muscles in Melanie’s arms. Put simply, Melanie was stunning.
Paige quickly looked behind her, hoping there was some space to get Melanie to sit on the countertop, but there wasn’t and Paige didn’t want to delay any further. Her mouth still on Melanie’s breast, one of her hands trailed down her stomach and towards the waist band of her leggings. She pulled back and quickly looked at Melanie, her eyebrow raised.
‘Can I make you come?’ Paige asked.
Melanie’s physical response was to shudder as if asking the question had been as much a turn on as everything else, ‘God yes, but only if I can make you come after?’
Paige grinned. ‘I’m sure you could.’
Their mouths met again, and Paige’s hand travelled underneath Melanie’s waistband, over her knickers, feeling Melanie’s heat and gently playing with her through the cotton.
‘Oh,’ Melanie said, her hands no longer able to hold onto Paige, instead holding onto the breakfast bar behind her, rigidly straight, her face pointed up to the ceiling, her eyes closed tight, as her hips moved urgently back and forth over Paige’s fingers.
