Melody
Creed’s mouthcomes crashing down on mine. He parts my lips with his expert tongue, and it's as if we’re trying to merge from two into one. His hands trail down my body, and I groan against his lips when he cups my mound, caressing me over my jeans. If this man insists on taking me right here and now in his kitchen, by God, I will let it happen. I can’t stop kissing him long enough to suggest we move, but luckily I don’t have to.
He takes my hand and walks me back into his bedroom. Part of me can’t believe that just the other day, I was watching my sexy tattoo artist neighbor do yard work without his shirt on, and now I’m about to let him please me in every way possible. A little laugh escapes my lips, and Creed pulls away slightly.
“What’s funny?”
“Life,” I say and wrap my arms around his neck, bringing his mouth down against mine once more. He lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it to the side. My breasts bounce against my ribcage as he unclasps my bra. A wave of self-consciousness washes over me; I’ve seen his corded torso and strong muscular arms. I haven’t seen the inside of a gym in…well, ever.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he says, taking one of my sensitive peaks into his mouth. “Your body is fucking perfect.” He nibbles on my nipple, causing me to gasp. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Self-consciousness flies out the window, making room for the sheer pleasure of Creed’s expert mouth. If he can do that to my breasts, imagine what he’ll do to my…
He slowly kisses his way down my stomach, undoing my jeans as he goes. I help him by sliding them off and kicking them to the side. “Get on the bed and spread your legs for me.” He says, licking his lips.
I nod and climb on the bed, keeping eye contact with him as I do. I tease him a little, parting my knees only slightly at first, then dropping them wide to give him a view of my dripping wet center.
Even with my panties still on, Creed moans as he climbs up on the bed. He lowers his head between my legs and nibbles against the cotton fabric stuck to my lips before pressing his nose against me. “You smell so good to me, baby.” He sniffs me again. The pressure of his nose temporarily relieves the ache between my legs. “So sweet.”
He hooks his thumbs into my panties, and I lift my hips for him. He tosses them to the side and places his hands on my inner thighs, spreading me wider than I thought I’d stretch. “This dripping wet pussy of yours is all mine, do you understand?”
I’ve never experienced dirty talk before, but damn if I don’t love it coming from Creed’s full lips. “I understand.”
“And not just tonight, Melody.” He cups my mound, leaving me stewing in my own juices. “Forever.”
I meet his eyes, not knowing if this is part of the dirty talk or if he means it. Either way, right now, I don’t care. “Forever,” I agree.
My head falls backward the minute he runs his tongue along my dripping wet slit. He presses one finger deep inside of me and sucks my tiny bundle of nerves between his teeth. Black spots dance before my eyes. Yes, I’ve been pleasured like this before…but never like this.
Creed nips and sucks at me, sawing two fingers in and out of me the whole time. When he twists his hand and taps a spot I didn’t even know existed, a familiar wave of uncontrollable pulsing ignites deep inside my core. I try to warn him that I’m about to come, but all I can do is moan—coming so hard, it makes my teeth chatter. Creed doesn’t stop until I tell him to, like he can’t get enough of me. It nearly makes me come all over again.
It takes a minute for me to catch my breath as Creed kisses his way back up my stomach, between my breasts, and eventually back to my lips. The taste of myself against his tongue turns me on so much that I wrap my legs around his waist and buck my hips upward as I grind against his hardness, still trapped in his jeans.
“Jesus, take these off,” I say and pull on his belt buckle.
“Your wish is my command.” He rises from the bed and pulls his shirt over his head. I nearly have to touch myself just looking at his thick, muscular torso covered in a mix of tough and delicate tattoos. He removes his jeans, and his girthy length bobs against his stomach when he pulls down his boxer briefs. Instantly, I’m ready for more of him, but I know deep down that it’d be impossible for me to ever get enough.
He walks over to the nightstand and grabs protection, then climbs on top of me. The weight of his body pressing me down sends another wave of wetness pooling onto the bedspread below me.
I gasp as he parts my folds with his tip. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve been in the house for like two months. Alone. I’ve never been fucking better, Creed.”
He shoots me a sly smile, then presses a sweet kiss on the tip of my nose before pressing further into me. I see stars. Creed’s size mixed with my lack of action in the last year is a recipe for a borderline pain-pleasure experience…and I fucking love it.
It takes a little finagling, but eventually, Creed buries himself inside of me, causing me to gently rake my fingernails against his strong, broad shoulder blades. Sex has never been something that I thought I’d die without, but after tonight there’s no way I could go without it—or without Creed.
We carry on for what seems like hours, changing positions without having to say a word. Our bodies fit together like they were made for each other, and when we finally come together, it’s like the heavens open up, and the angels sing. Afterward, Creed holds me in his arms, and I fall into the most peaceful sleep.
***
The creaking of the mattress wakes me up. When my eyes flutter open, I find Creed sitting on the end of the bed with two to-go cups from Sugar Buns. “What time is it?” I ask, holding the sheet to my chest as I sit up.
“Noon.” Creed holds out the cardboard cup for me.
“Holy shit!” I rub the sleep from my eyes and gladly accept his gift. “You should’ve woken me up.”
“Naw,” he says, “you were too cute.” I blush and take a sip, wondering what the hell I’m supposed to say next. Again, you’d think writers would always know what to say, not true. “I have to go to work in about an hour, Mel.”