Page 107 of Protected from Torment

“Or—” I trail a line of kisses down her neck, lingering at the base of it long enough to leave a faint pink mark. “I’ll have to stop.”

Mel shivers with pleasure as I begin kissing my way across her collarbone. I cover one full breast with my hand and gently tweak her nipple with my fingers. Her back arches, and her hips move impatiently. A pretty pink flush colors her cheeks.

Taking her other nipple into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around it before lightly grazing my teeth over her sensitive skin. She gasps, and her eyes flutter shut.

I suckle at her breast for a few moments before releasing her nipple with a little pop. “Do you want me to stop?” I ask. “Or should I keep going?”

Her eyes reopen, dark with desire. A corner of her mouth quirks up. “Well, if you’ve already started…” She places her hand on my chest, and my heart speeds at the warmth of her skin against mine.

With a smile, I take her hand and press it back to the mattress. Carefully circling her slender wrist with my fingers, I hold it still. “Then you have to stay still,” I remind her. “That’s how it works.”

Mel’s gaze drifts below my waist, where the fabric of my shorts is stretched tight over my erection. Just having her eyes on me makes my body ache with need. I can practically feel her tight heat wrapped around me, clutching at me, and pulling me deeper.

My body hungers for the moment when I’m fully inside her, so deep we’re no longer two, but one.

I want it so badly, it’s a physical pain. Pre-cum leaks steadily in anticipation.

But that’s not what this morning is about.

It’s not about my needs. It’s about taking care of Mel. Satisfying her. Showing her how much I appreciate her.

“Unless,” I add, “you’ve changed your mind. If you’re not feeling up to this right now...”

“I am,” she replies quickly. “I feel fine. It’s just hard not touching you, too.”

But she likes letting me take charge sometimes. During those first months of experimentation—testing different positions and locations and toys to enhance the experience—I discovered that Mel really enjoys it when I take a dominant role in the bedroom.

Not all the time. Some mornings, she likes to wake me up by taking me into her mouth, which might be the absolute best way to start the day. Or she’ll join me in the shower so she can wash my body all over until I can’t stand it anymore, and we end up having sex on that handy bench that’s seen more use than I ever expected.

Sometimes, Mel likes to be on top. And she enjoys waiting naked in the living room for me when I get back from a work trip, so her gorgeous body is the first thing I see when I open the door.

I love all of it, whether it’s me in control or Mel, or we’re taking turns pleasuring each other.

But having her stretched out on the bed beneath me, trying hard not to move but quivering with need, her skin flushed with excitement and her eyes dark and hungry for me? Knowing she trusts me enough to let me take control?

There’s nothing else like it.

“Next time,” I promise. “But this morning, I want it to be about you.” Still working her nipple with one hand, I reach between her legs with my other. At the first stroke of my finger along her slick skin, her thighs fall open. Her hips jerk towards me.

“Tyler,” she moans as I slide one finger inside her. The flush on her cheeks deepens. Small white teeth dig into her lower lip when I curve my finger just so—hitting that ultra-sensitive spot deep within.

I lean down to cover her mouth with mine, stroking my tongue across the small dents her teeth left behind. Then I tease her lips open and dip inside. My tongue moves in rhythm with my finger as I thrust into her, building her pleasure to a fever pitch.

Mel kisses me back, her tongue tangling with mine. She makes a small, sexy humming sound deep in the back of her throat. When I look into her eyes, the bright blue is nearly swallowed with black.

Though she’s not saying it, I can tell what she’s thinking.

I want you.

I need you.

I love you.

And if I were looking through Mel’s eyes, I’m certain mine would say the same.

When she feels ready for me, I add a second finger to the first. First moving slowly, then faster. Harder. I find the sensitive bud at her center and flick it with my thumb, just the way I know she likes.

“Ohhhh,” Mel whispers as I move my mouth to her breast again. I suck hard at her nipple as I curl my fingers deep inside her. Arousal slicks my fingers, and her inner muscles ripple around them. Low, husky moans fall from her lips. Her hips jerk erratically, thrusting towards me.