Page 29 of Pieces of Us
She drops her shoes to the floor, using my shoulder to steady herself as she puts them on, then we walk out the door and through the halls leading to the hotel portion of the venue. Once we’re in the lobby, she reaches over and takes my hand, causing my blood to rush south. I guess holding her hand is a turn on for me now; that’s how badly I want to be touched by her.
We step inside an elevator, and she presses the button for her floor. As the doors close, I back her against the wall. I run my nose along her neck, breathing her in. Her head rests against the metal, and she lets out a long, slow breath. I drag a finger along the crest of her cleavage, loving the goosebumps that form in its wake.
“I have been thinking about getting you out of this dress since the second I saw you in it.”
“God, Linc, I want you inside me.”
“Don’t rush it, Mel. I want to take my time with you tonight.”
I kiss her neck and then back away. Her eyes open at my sudden absence as the elevator dings for her floor.
The doors open, and we walk to her room. She opens the door, and I follow her into the dark space. I close the door behind me as she sets down her purse, turns on a lamp, and faces me. My heart is beating fast as she walks toward me. I’ve been imagining this moment, and now that it’s a reality, I feel like I might pass out.
“Are you alright, pretty boy?”
“No nicknames tonight, Melonie.”
Her brows pinch together. I bring my hand to her face, my thumb on her cheek and my fingertips in her hair. Her eyes slowly close with the contact.
I tilt her face up to mine, and her eyes open. “I want Melonie tonight. I don’t want memories mixed in. I want only you. Only me.”
Her eyes dance between mine before she grabs my shirt and pulls me to her. Our lips meet, and it’s as if all the air left the room. She shoves my jacket off, and I rip off my bowtie and unbutton my shirt as fast as my distracted fingers will let me. Our mouths never part as her heels fly across the floor, and she reaches around to her back, struggling to unzip her dress. Once my shirt is on the floor, I take her face in my hands and pull back. I turn her around and start placing light kisses on her shoulders. Her breaths come faster as I work my way up her neck. I suck on the skin under her jaw as I lower the zipper on the back of her dress and run my nose along the skin behind her ear where she wears her perfume, breathing in the amber and vanilla. As I bring the straps down her arms, the dress opens, and I discover there’s no bra. When the material falls to the floor, there’s black lace covering her ass.
“Fucking hell, Melonie. How do you make lace look so fucking good?”
“Linc, please.” She says it in a desperate whisper.
I grab her hips and press my cock against her. “Tell me what you want, Melonie.”
She turns around, her breasts pressed against me. “Ruin me.”
Those words fuck with my mind. I might want to ruin her for all other men, but I would never ruin her. I take her mouth, forcing my tongue inside. I take a breast in my hand, rolling her nipple between my finger and thumb. Her head tilts back and her lips part.
I want to make her come; I need to remember how she tastes. I slowly bend down to my knees and look up at her. Her eyes meet mine as I start kneading the flesh of her thighs, running my hands up over her hips. I kiss her stomach, the tops of her thighs, as she stares down at me.
I look up at her. “I would never ruin you, Melonie. I promise.”
Her head tilts just the slightest bit, and she eyes me with suspicion before she runs her hand through my hair. I move her underwear to the side and slide a finger in. Fuck, she’s already so wet.
“Such a good girl, being ready for me.”
“More, Linc.”
I give her what she wants, adding a second finger and placing wet kisses on her clit. My fingers hunt for the ridges inside her. I find what I’m looking for and keep a steady pace while keeping my tongue on her clit. It drives me insane how she rocks her pussy against my mouth, using me to get off, chasing her pleasure. She places both hands in my hair, pressing my mouth against her while she chants my name. I move my tongue faster as I feel her drip down my fingers. I wrap an arm around her thighs to keep her steady as she begins to come.
I slow my movements as she pulses around my fingers. Once I’m satisfied that her orgasm has passed, I place one last kiss and move her underwear back in place. I come back up, wrapping my arms around her, kissing her neck, moving her to the bed. When the back of her legs meet the mattress, I carefully lay her down. I shift us up the bed, pull off her underwear, and lower down to kiss her. She opens for me, and I keep the kiss soft, lazy, and deep.
I press my hips against her and realize I’m still half dressed. I roll onto my back to take off my pants and shoes. She shifts, kneeling on the bed beside my hips, grabs the waistband of my briefs, and pulls them off. She wraps her hand around my already hard length, and my eyes roll back. They open again to see her flatten her tongue on the underside of my shaft and lick from base to tip. Her eyes never leave mine when she takes the tip into her mouth, and my body shakes.
“I’ve imagined my cock in your mouth so many times.”
She removes her mouth but keeps pumping me with her hand. “Are you telling me you get yourself off while thinking about me?” She starts kissing my balls, eyes locked on mine.
“Every time, Melonie.”
Melonie smiles a wicked smile before taking my dick in her mouth. She hums as she takes all of me in, and I hit the back of her throat, and I feel lightheaded. She begins to suck as her head bobs up and down, her hand following the motion around the base. I hear my breaths like an out-of-body experience. This is better than anything my mind has concocted over the past few months. I know I won’t last long with how fucking good her mouth feels.
I sit up, and her mouth leaves me; she comes back up on her knees in between my legs. I look up at her as she wraps her arms around my neck, forehead to mine. I feel her breaths against my lips as I reach up to take the pins out of her hair. One by one, her hair falls in wavy sections, forming a curtain around us. I run my fingers along her scalp to make sure I got them all and comb my fingers through the strands.
