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Mel arches her back, reaching behind herself to unclasp the enticing lingerie. And with an impatience that curls my lips into a wolfish grin, she casts aside the flimsy fabric.
The dark pebbles of her taut nipples stand like chocolate frosting on a cupcake, waiting to be consumed. So I lean in, taking the place of her bra as I palm her perfect breasts.
And when I trap one pert nipple between my teeth, Mel groans.
The deep, guttural sound makes my cock twitch against the zipper of my black slacks. Her hips rock forward, as if sensing the agonizing pressure pounding in my swollen girth. She grinds forward with that sweet heat between her thighs, building a friction that makes my throbbing tip weep.
This intense attraction between us is all-consuming. It seems to burn away the conflict Mel was so intent on having tonight—a collision of wills we seem to come back to perpetually, probably because I don’t know the first thing about how a normal relationship is supposed to work.
But I want to learn. I want to fight with Mel and work things out if that’s what it takes to make our marriage real.
Because I fucking love this woman.
I don’t care about the past.
I don’t care that we fight or even why we do.
All I care about is Mel.
And I’ll do anything to keep her.
“That feels so good,” Mel moans, her back arching until the warmth of her breast presses more firmly against my lips.
I nip lightly in response, savoring her sharp intake of breath that follows. And immediately, I soothe the pain by swirling my tongue around the taut point. Mel squirms beneath me, her thighs tightening around my hips in her effort to seek release.
I let my fingers brush lightly across the silky skin of her torso—so I can undo her jeans. She lifts her hips off the table as soon as I start to drag the material down. It takes seconds to have Mel fully naked and sprawled across my table, looking like the most delicious meal I’ll ever eat.
I love that when I lower my shoulders between her thighs this time, all I see in her eyes is anticipation. I can smell it in the air. No more trepidation or fear; Mel wants me to go down on her. She’s eager for it. And fuck am I ravenous to taste her.
“You like it when I lick your pussy?” I purr against her already-slick slit.
“Yes,” she breathes, goosebumps rising across her flesh.
And when I stroke my tongue between her folds, she whimpers. Christ, she tastes like heaven, her excitement tangy and fresh, telling me how much she wants this. I groan at the thought of filling her wet hole with my cock, and Mel’s thighs tremble in response.
“Oh, fuck!” she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair and tugging at the roots.
The slight sting makes my cock throb as it painfully seeks freedom from the zipper that confines it. But first, I want to feel Mel come on my tongue. Fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, I keep her right at the edge of the table. Perfectly exposed, so I can eat her out all night if I want.
From the gasping breaths that rush from her, I know she’s struggling to stay silent. Something she needs to do since her daughter is asleep in the other room.
My eyes flick down the hall—just to be sure that’s still true.
All clear.
And as I stroke my tongue along Mel’s slit, twirling it when I reach her clit, she gives a violent shudder. Her fingers tighten in my hair, her hips jerking, and then she bursts to life beneath my lips. Clit twitching, Mel sends fresh arousal gushing onto my chin as she comes.
I can hear the strain in her voice as she tries to do so quietly. But a moment later, her hands leave my scalp. And when I glance up, she’s using both to smother the cries of passion that break across her overlapped palms.
Releasing her sensitive bundle of nerves, I smile wickedly and give a throaty chuckle. Then I run my fingers up and down her slick folds, urging every last drop of pleasure from her.
“What’s so funny?” Mel pants when she finally uncovers her mouth.
Her gaze follows me to a stand. Slowly, she sits up, her eyes heavily lidded in the wake of her release.
Trapping her jaw between my fingers, I tip her chin up so her lips are just inches from my own. “I like making you work to stay quiet,” I murmur.
Mel’s breath catches, the heat in her gaze brightening her dark eyes. And her fingers hook around the waist of my slacks to tug me closer. “Maybe I ought to see how you like it,” she challenges softly.
