Make Me Melt(42)

“That’s it,” he rasped against her breast and swirled a finger over her slick flesh, parting her folds and finding the small rise of flesh that thrummed with need. “Oh, man, you’re so slippery.”

He circled a finger over her clitoris, but it wasn’t enough. Caroline’s skin went hot and her sex tightened hungrily. Someone moaned and she realized with a sense of shock that it was her. She needed more. Now.

“Soon,” Jason promised as if reading her mind. He moved to the floor and knelt between her splayed knees. He stroked a hand along her inner thigh, urging her legs wider, before he bent down and covered her with his mouth.

She gasped and her hips came off the mattress, but he held her firmly in place as he laved her with his tongue and lips, alternately sucking and licking until she writhed helplessly. When he pressed his tongue against her, tormenting the tiny bud of her clit, she pushed weakly at his shoulders.

“Please,” she finally managed in a strangled voice. “Stop. I can’t take any more.”

Jason laughed softly. He reached down and grabbed his pants from the floor, fishing through the pockets until he produced a small foil packet. He sheathed himself quickly, but Caroline noted that his hands seemed unsteady.

He came over her again, bracing himself with his hands on either side of her. “I’ll try to go slow,” he said.

“You don’t have to go slow,” Caroline whispered and slid her hands along his back to cup his lean buttocks and urge him closer. She felt him nudging against her most private spot, and she opened her legs wider, arching upward to meet him.

“I’m sorry,” he grunted. “I can’t go slowly—”

He thrust forward in one powerful movement, stretching and filling her until he was fully inside her. He didn’t move for a long moment, his head bent to hers.

Caroline squeezed experimentally, the walls of her channel tightening around his flesh. Pleasure lashed through her, along with an incredible sense of fullness and a growing need to press herself against him.

Then he began to move, withdrawing slowly and then sinking back into her in a series of bone-melting thrusts. His heated flesh dragged at hers, creating a delicious friction that made her arch upward to meet him. The muscles in his arms flexed as he dipped his head and covered her mouth with his, feasting sensuously on her lips. Caroline heard herself whimper, and she drew her knees back and hooked her feet around his waist, meeting his thrusts eagerly.

She wanted more.

Jason complied, sliding one arm beneath her to press her more intimately against the hard drive of his body. Caroline shivered and wrenched her mouth from his.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, clutching at his back. “You feel so good.”

“I want you to come.” Jason’s voice was low and rough.

Caroline could feel the start of an orgasm building where he stroked her, but she didn’t want to climax yet.

“Wait,” she panted and pushed at his chest.

He raised himself up just enough to look into her face, his own expression taut. “What is it? Am I hurting you?”

“No.” She struggled to think coherently. “I’m getting close, and I don’t want this to end yet. I want to try something else.”

Jason gave a disbelieving laugh, but his movements slowed and then he began to pull back. Caroline gritted her teeth and her body followed his, reluctant to release him. She was so close, and she sensed that he was, too. If they continued, he could take her to heaven in a matter of seconds. But suddenly, she wanted to be the one to take him there—to do things to him that would make him lose control.

She pushed at his shoulders, and, with a bemused smile, he rolled away from her. But Caroline didn’t give him a chance to question her; she covered him swiftly with her own body.

“What? Hey—” He laughed uncertainly, but when she dipped her head and traced the whorl of his ear with her tongue, he moaned and collapsed back against the pillows. She pushed his hands up above his head, and slid her own hands down the undersides of his arms, admiring the impressive bulge of his muscles. Her fingers continued downward, and she scooted backward until she straddled his thighs.


Sitting up, she looked down at him. Her breath caught at the sight he made. He was the embodiment of every fantasy she’d ever had. He lay prone beneath her, but there was nothing remotely relaxed about him. His entire body was rigid and his eyes glittered as he watched her through half-closed lids.

“Now it’s my turn,” she whispered. “I’ve thought about doing this with you for so long....”

She leaned forward until her breasts brushed against his chest. She traced her lips across his. He cupped the back of her head and drew her down for a more thorough, satisfying kiss. Caroline had intended to tease him, to maintain control of their love play until he begged her to release him. But when he smoothed his free hand along her flank and then reached between them to touch her intimately, she knew she was lost.

She gasped into his mouth and settled more fully against him. He used his hands to splay her thighs even wider where she straddled him. Then there he was, hot and thick, moving into her little bit by little bit, until Caroline made an incoherent sound and pushed back, thrusting him fully into her.

“Ah,” he groaned. “That almost feels too good.”

She silently agreed and slowly raised herself up until he was nearly free of her body, before pushing herself down once more, burying him to the hilt. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The hot, throbbing sensation increased as she moved on top of him, gripping him tightly. His hands were on her hips, guiding her, and he watched her face through pleasure-glazed eyes. When he slid his hands upward to cup and knead her breasts, she closed her eyes in mindless bliss.