14 - Melissa

14

Melissa

My kiss was forceful enough to push him back against the wall. A model airplane fell off the table and clattered to the floor, but we didn’t care. Noah grabbed the back of my neck with his left hand and held me as strongly as I held him, demanding that I not let go.

He smelled like everything I ever loved about home: leather, and musky deodorant, and grass so soft you could sleep on it. He tasted like the first boy I ever kissed, free and new and exciting. I stabbed my fingers into his hair and squeezed like it was a life raft, the blond locks as soft and warm as his lips.

Noah’s hand moved down my back, cupping my ass without any hesitation. He squeezed me hard, feeling my flesh like a starving man, and it was all the permission I needed to reach down and do the same, taking his firm butt in both of my hands and squeezing as strongly as I could with my fingers. I pulled him toward me while we kissed, feeling the hardness in his jeans against my leg.

His lips pulled away from mine. Before I could demand to know why he was stopping, he looked at me with those boyish blue eyes and said, “I want you.”

“Then what’s stopping you?” I asked. “And don’t you dare say the fact that I’m a patient. I’m officially refusing to accept that excuse.”

Noah’s smile was devious. “Then I guess I don’t have anything stopping me.”

He took over, lifting me by my thighs and spinning until I was the one with her back to the wall. Our mouths collided, and this kiss was hot and hard and completely out of our control. Need streaked down my spine as he took my ass in his hands, pulling me against his hips. I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles, once again knocking a model airplane off the table but unable to care, not with the all-consuming way he was kissing me.

His tongue invaded my mouth and I surrendered willingly, dancing wetly with my own tongue while his lips pressed hard over mine. He shifted over a foot until I was above the table, then dropped me roughly on the edge.

“God, you feel good.” He grinned down at me behind lidded eyes, then lowered himself to my neck.

I tilted my head back and moaned as he nuzzled down my neck along the tendon, tickling and soothing and causing my body to feel like it was on fire. I was keenly aware of his crotch pressing hard against my inner legs, to the place where the jeans created an inconvenient barrier between our bodies. As if he’d read my mind his hands moved down my breasts, along my waist until finding my belt while I kicked off my boots. In a blink the buckle was open and he was unzipping me, opening me, and I raised my butt off the table so he could slide my jeans and panties all the way off.

And just like that, I was naked.

He paused to admire me, lust in his eyes. There was nothing in this world like watching a man see your nude form for the first time, and loving what he saw.

Noah grinned mischievously at me as he lowered his face, but I grabbed a handful of hair and stopped him. “I need you,” I said. Begged.

He rose and pulled his shirt over his head while I scrambled with his belt. His chest was broad and muscular, a tan body with rippling abs and those wonderful pelvic lines narrowing as they disappeared under the waist of his pants. As soon as I had the button undone his jeans slid down, revealing that he wore no underwear.

I bit my lip, got a long look at his substantial cock, then gazed up at him.

He started bending down to remove his shoes, but I hissed, “ no time, ” at him and pulled his lips back down to mine, shoving my tongue back into his mouth to dance with his. I moaned as the tip of his cock pressed against my wet entrance, sliding up and down, taking too fucking long . I grabbed his tight little butt with both hands and pulled him into me, taking the tip and every inch of his shaft in a single long stroke.

A duet of moans filled the room.

God, it felt good to be filled like that. There was the slightest bit of pain but it was washed away by the overwhelming pleasure of having every part of my inner wall rubbed, that wonderful internal friction. I opened my mouth to cry out but it was drowned by his roar, a deep sound that rumbled from his chest and escaped loudly. I drank in the expression on his face: surprise, and even shock. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him inside me, savoring the moment of first joining, wishing it could go on forever.

“Melissa,” he breathed into my hair.

But soon it wasn’t enough. I loosened my legs and rocked my hips, moving back and forth on him a few precious millimeters, then an inch. He took over then, his entire body roiling as he pulled back and then thrust inside, filling me to the brim again.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as he found a good rhythm.

I tilted my head back and savored the mindless drive of our bodies. But as good as it was, it still wasn’t enough. Coming here to Colorado was a chance at becoming a new Melissa, one who threw herself into things with every fiber of her soul without fear.

“Fuck me,” I begged. “Faster.”

His crystal blue eyes flared, and then he kissed me like I was the air he’d been missing, like his life depended on it.

I ran my hands over his arms and chest, feeling how solid he was while he fucked me. Biceps and triceps taut with effort; a chest glistening in a sweaty sheen. Each thrust felt better than the last, and I wanted to kiss him again but his hand was squeezing my breast, holding me down with passion into the cool tabletop while I moaned and moaned.

Soon his love strokes grew faster and more instinctive; I could feel the animal within him taking over. I coaxed it out of him with my own cries of pleasure, rocking my hips and squeezing my fingers in his hair. Noah stood up straighter and grabbed my waist with both hands, holding me in a vice-like grip while fucking the ever-loving shit out of me. Each powerful thrust shook my entire body and sent jolts of pleasure into my clit, a jackhammering that quickly shut my eyes closed with intense ecstasy.

“Melissa!”

He screamed my name as he came, and I tried to scream his but I was too overwhelmed by my climax to hear my own voice as it went on, and on, and on .