Page 76 of Melted by a Man

I inched up her body, poking my head out from underneath the covers and grinning, “Beautiful.”

She was panting, her chest and cheeks flushed in the way I often dreamed of.

“I have a condom in the drawer, too,” Jacqueline whispered, rubbing her forehead, “I feel like goo.”

“You mean warm and pliant and ready for me?” I asked as I retrieved the condom.

Jacqueline laughed as I covered myself with the latex, before resting over her on my elbows, kissing her jawline. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down closer to her.

“…You just should assume that I’m always ready for you,” Jacqueline whispered, kissing my earlobe.

I would never,everassume that Jacqueline was always ready for penetrative sex. In my opinion, consent was one of the sexiest layers of intimacy there was. That being said, hearing Jacqueline say otherwise stirred something in me. A primitive urge to prove her right. To pretend that what she said was true.

“I like the sound of that.” I tucked my head near hers, wrapping one of my arms around her shoulders to anchor her body to mine. I wanted to be as close to her as possible. This wasn’t one of our most adventurous shags, but my lust was still burning under my skin. I needed her sobadly, as quickly as possible.

From the way that Jacqueline tightened her arms around me, I had a feeling she was right there with me.

I entered her slowly, feeling her body’s reaction to my intrusion to ensure that it was still pleasurable and not painful. Even though Jacqueline and I felt made for each other, she always needed time to adjust to me.

“You take me so well, Jacqueline,” I murmured encouraging words in her ear, smiling when she loosened around me so I could sink deeper. I loved praising her in this way, “You’re so hot and tight, squeezing me so beautifully.”

Jacqueline was panting, flexing her hips up and into me to help me sink deeper.

“You feel so good,” she moaned.

“You’ve been ready for me for a while,” I murmured, licking the shell of her ear, “You’re soaking me. What were you picturing in that pretty little head of yours? Were you also having inappropriate thoughts about your coworker all day?”

I thrust into her one final time, bottoming out. Jacqueline tipped her head farther back into the pillows.

“So,soinappropriate,” she breathed.

“Wicked woman.” I pulled back and thrust into her, rough. I focused on how she tensed around me, ensuring that her response was a positive one and not one from pain, “Picturing how good you would feel taking me again.” Another rough thrust and she already started to flutter around me. The more we fucked, the more I disbelieved her previous inability to orgasm with a partner, “Jumping me as soon as I entered your flat.” This time, I ground my hips against her, earning a gasp as she clenched around me.

She felttoogood.

It took everything in me not to lose it too quickly. The white-hot pleasure was shooting down my spine, building behind my knees.

“I needed you.” Jacqueline’s cheek was pressed against my neck, her arms wrapped around me as she held on tight while I plowed into her. I picked up my pace, feeling the response she had in her breath and hips as she started to chase her pleasure.

“You have me, Jacqueline.”

And that’s when she fell apart—moaning again, erratically clenching around me in a way that made me see stars. I tried to prolong it for her, but Jacqueline Williams unraveling in my arms would always weaken me.

I shouted into her neck as I came, grinding against her in a pitiful attempt to expand her own release. She continued to hold me in her grip, her fingertips digging into my back as we found ecstasy with each other.

I eventually pulled out and shifted off of her, tucking her against my front so I wouldn’t crush her under my weight. Silence filled her bedroom, while the two of us struggled to catch our breath under the security of her covers.

Jacqueline hummed, snuggling closer against my chest, resting her nose in between my pecks. I kissed the top of her head, loving it when she lifted her leg to settle on my hip. As if she didn’t want to separate from me quite yet.

“…Are you hungry?” Jacqueline asked.

“Famished,” I replied on an exhale, making Jacqueline laugh against my skin.

“Let’s order something, I’m not putting clothes on the rest of the day.”

I grinned.

When Jacqueline and I first started shagging, I was worried I would push her own boundaries too much by demanding aftercare cuddles. I knew we weren’t in a relationship, and I didn’t expect to take up her entire afternoons whenever she invited me over. However, whenever Jacqueline offered for me to stick around and eat dinner, I never said no.

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