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nipple. It
hardened almost painfully, and she had to fight the desire to lean forward so he would
cup her entire breasts. She wanted him to squeeze it, lick it, suck it. Just thinking
about it now made her want to start undulating her hips.
God, if she spread her legs wide enough, the breeze alone would make her come. She
was almost sure of it.
“A long time,” he said. “About twenty years or so.”
“Have you always shared?” she asked, startled at the sound of her shaking voice.
His eyes met hers as he cupped her breast and gave it a sharp squeeze.
She moaned and then bit down on her lower lip to stop herself from getting any louder.
“Does it matter?”
She shook her head and swallowed. “No. I suppose it doesn’t really.”
He bent his head and licked his tongue over her pert and overly sensitive nipple.
“Yes, we’ve always shared,” he whispered, but in truth, she barely heard him.
He straightened back up and studied her face for a brief second. She wanted to hide.
She was so embarrassed that her desire was clearly written across her flushed face.
She knew it was. She had no doubt. How could it not be?
“Do you want something, Mel?” he asked softly.
For a moment, Melinda wasn’t sure what he was asking her.
“Do you want something inside you?” he purred as he pinched her nipple, making her
gasp.
“I think that’s rather obvious, don’t you think?” she snapped a little more harshly
than she’d intended.
Jon’s lips lifted in a soft smile. He ignored her smart retort. He moved closer and
pulled her against him. His clothes felt good as the material brushed over her nipples,
but she wanted to feel his bare skin, his warmth. His thick cock pressed against her
stomach, and she shifted against it, both thrilled and anxious about his size. He
felt huge.
His lips brushed along her jaw, and her head fell back, her eyes closed at the feel
of his lips on her skin. His hands moved lower along her spine before coming to rest
at her ass. He gave her a squeeze and then mashed her against his cock, putting pressure
on his thick rod.
“How long has it been, Mel, since a man made you scream?” he asked against her mouth.
Melinda tried to think. She’d had sex with Clark, but he’d never made her scream.
He’d never made her head explode or her body shatter. He’d never made her feel the
hunger that this man did, and he hadn’t even kissed her yet. God, help her when he
did.
“A long time,” she whispered.
His mouth swiped across hers. She moaned and lifted her hands around his neck. He
coaxed her mouth open by applying slight pressure to her lower lip. She couldn’t deny
him and let her lips part. His tongue slid inside and licked around her teeth before
sliding deeper, teasing hers with slow, deliberate twirls and flicks.
Melinda couldn’t stop the moans of pleasure that escaped, one after another. Wow,
he could kiss. Or was it just her need that made her think that? She didn’t believe
that was it.
Putting one hand behind her thigh, he lifted her leg around his hip. The move put
her pussy more fully against his erection and she almost exploded right then. She
rocked her hips as Jon pressed forward, applying exquisite pressure against her clit.
It felt so good, she began to rock faster, pressing against him harder, trying to
get his cock inside her even through their clothes.
“Slow down, baby,” he whispered against her mouth as he pushed her leg back down.
Slow down? What the hell did he mean slow down? Melinda wanted to shout, she was so
close.
Her legs shook as he stepped back away from her slightly, putting some distance between
them.
“Don’t leave me hanging again,” she said, much to her surprise. She hadn’t wanted
to say anything, but the words had tripped out on their own.
“I’m not about to leave you hanging,” Jon replied.
Chapter 7
“Go lie on that lounge.”
She spotted the lounge he
hardened almost painfully, and she had to fight the desire to lean forward so he would
cup her entire breasts. She wanted him to squeeze it, lick it, suck it. Just thinking
about it now made her want to start undulating her hips.
God, if she spread her legs wide enough, the breeze alone would make her come. She
was almost sure of it.
“A long time,” he said. “About twenty years or so.”
“Have you always shared?” she asked, startled at the sound of her shaking voice.
His eyes met hers as he cupped her breast and gave it a sharp squeeze.
She moaned and then bit down on her lower lip to stop herself from getting any louder.
“Does it matter?”
She shook her head and swallowed. “No. I suppose it doesn’t really.”
He bent his head and licked his tongue over her pert and overly sensitive nipple.
“Yes, we’ve always shared,” he whispered, but in truth, she barely heard him.
He straightened back up and studied her face for a brief second. She wanted to hide.
She was so embarrassed that her desire was clearly written across her flushed face.
She knew it was. She had no doubt. How could it not be?
“Do you want something, Mel?” he asked softly.
For a moment, Melinda wasn’t sure what he was asking her.
“Do you want something inside you?” he purred as he pinched her nipple, making her
gasp.
“I think that’s rather obvious, don’t you think?” she snapped a little more harshly
than she’d intended.
Jon’s lips lifted in a soft smile. He ignored her smart retort. He moved closer and
pulled her against him. His clothes felt good as the material brushed over her nipples,
but she wanted to feel his bare skin, his warmth. His thick cock pressed against her
stomach, and she shifted against it, both thrilled and anxious about his size. He
felt huge.
His lips brushed along her jaw, and her head fell back, her eyes closed at the feel
of his lips on her skin. His hands moved lower along her spine before coming to rest
at her ass. He gave her a squeeze and then mashed her against his cock, putting pressure
on his thick rod.
“How long has it been, Mel, since a man made you scream?” he asked against her mouth.
Melinda tried to think. She’d had sex with Clark, but he’d never made her scream.
He’d never made her head explode or her body shatter. He’d never made her feel the
hunger that this man did, and he hadn’t even kissed her yet. God, help her when he
did.
“A long time,” she whispered.
His mouth swiped across hers. She moaned and lifted her hands around his neck. He
coaxed her mouth open by applying slight pressure to her lower lip. She couldn’t deny
him and let her lips part. His tongue slid inside and licked around her teeth before
sliding deeper, teasing hers with slow, deliberate twirls and flicks.
Melinda couldn’t stop the moans of pleasure that escaped, one after another. Wow,
he could kiss. Or was it just her need that made her think that? She didn’t believe
that was it.
Putting one hand behind her thigh, he lifted her leg around his hip. The move put
her pussy more fully against his erection and she almost exploded right then. She
rocked her hips as Jon pressed forward, applying exquisite pressure against her clit.
It felt so good, she began to rock faster, pressing against him harder, trying to
get his cock inside her even through their clothes.
“Slow down, baby,” he whispered against her mouth as he pushed her leg back down.
Slow down? What the hell did he mean slow down? Melinda wanted to shout, she was so
close.
Her legs shook as he stepped back away from her slightly, putting some distance between
them.
“Don’t leave me hanging again,” she said, much to her surprise. She hadn’t wanted
to say anything, but the words had tripped out on their own.
“I’m not about to leave you hanging,” Jon replied.
Chapter 7
“Go lie on that lounge.”
She spotted the lounge he
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