No. Not going to think of that now. I slid my tongue between her wet folds, and my already hard cock throbbed.

Here she was, naked on my bed, and I was still fully clothed.

I wanted to make tonight about her. About what she liked. Not about me trying to introduce her to what I liked. I would be gentle. For now. I smiled against her sweet pussy. Making slow, sweet love to her would be no hardship.

As much as I loved taking the dominant role, with Melanie, I could go either way. Making love had never been so perfect as it was with her.

And the fact was, I might never get the chance to introduce her into my private world of pain and pleasure. So while I had the privilege of having her in my bed, I would please her. I would do what she liked.

I slid my tongue over her wet slit once more, determined to bypass her asshole this time. But to my surprise, she lifted her thighs, pulling them upward, baring herself to me. Did she want me to lick her ass?

I looked up. “Melanie, tell me what you want.”

She bent her neck, meeting my gaze. “Lick me…there. Please.”

I smiled. She was so cute. She couldn’t even say “asshole.” Adorable.

I had been determined to make this about her, but hey, if this was what she wanted. I slid my tongue over her puckered hole.

She sighed.

I took that to mean that she liked it. I lubed her up well with my saliva, forced my tongue into a point, and began to probe the tight hole.

“Oh…” she groaned.

I continued tongue-fucking her asshole until I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed to taste her again. I slid my tongue up her slick slit. I sucked at her, eating all that cream out of her pussy, until I had the urge to kiss her mouth. I leaned forward, still fully clothed, and brushed my lips against hers.

“Kiss me, Melanie. I want you to taste your juice on my tongue.”

She opened for me, and I delved in, swirling my tongue with her warm silky one.

The taste of her sugary mouth mingled with the taste of her pussy. Was there any sweeter nectar? Her kisses intoxicated me. I had never been the kind of man who could make out with a woman for hours, but with Melanie, I felt like I could kiss her forever. My cock was straining against my jeans, but still, I didn’t want to move my mouth from hers and get undressed.

We kissed and we kissed, for a long, long time.

Until I realized I hadn’t yet brought her to climax. I tore my mouth from hers and trailed my lips down her sleek neck, over her shoulders, down her arms to each finger. Up again to her other shoulder and down. I gave her breasts some deserved attention, nibbling on her nipples as she arched beneath me. Then I rained kisses over her smooth abdomen, to her triangle of blond curls, to that beautiful red pussy.

I licked her clit, and then I forced my whole tongue inside of her wet heat. She was so wet and gushing for me. I wanted her to come all over my face. I continued tongue-fucking her, alternating with sucking on her clit. She writhed beneath me, fisting her hands in my hair and pushing me farther into her heat.

I lapped her up, savoring every drop of her juices, and then, when she started to clamp down a bit, I shoved two fingers deep inside her, pushing up against the anterior wall, her G-spot.

And she shattered, coming all over my face and fingers.

I sucked at her relentlessly, and when her orgasm started to subside, I gave her clit a little nip, and she soared again.

“Oh my God, Jonah. So good. So good.”

I flipped her over onto her hands and knees and buried my face between her gorgeous ass cheeks. I couldn’t wait any longer to have her. I stood back, unbuckled my jeans, and forced them over my hips. And I plunged inside that hotness.

So complete. I had never felt this way with anyone. Every moment I entered her was amazing, made me feel so whole, like we were truly one being.

I had never had sex like this.

And I never would again.

I fucked her hard, pounding into her, because I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to reach climax.

When my balls tightened, I gritted my teeth and rammed as hard as I could into that sweet heat.

As I exploded inside her, I closed my eyes. “Melanie, goddamnit, I love you.”

When my orgasm finally started to subside, I withdrew, still in my boots, my jeans and boxers around my thighs. My beautiful woman was naked, glistening with a sheen of perspiration. And I hadn’t even bothered to take off my clothes.

Would it always be like this with Melanie? I couldn’t wait to take two minutes to disrobe before I had to fuck her?

We’d been together for weeks now, but my passion and desire increased every time we were together.

I longed to show more of the darker side of my desires.

But not now.

As long as I could have her, I would turn away from my baser instincts.

Because I might not have her for much longer.

Chapter Thirty–Four

Melanie

I rolled over onto my back and looked at Jonah. He was gorgeous, his finely sculpted face shining with sweat, his wavy hair plastered against his forehead, his black-and-gray stubble glistening.

I smiled. “Maybe you should get undressed.”

He returned my smile and sat down on the bed, pulling his boots and socks off. He made quick work of the rest of his clothes and then lay down beside me. I looked into his dark eyes, alive with fire.

“Would you tell me about…what you like?”

He closed his eyes and let out a groan. “I like what we just did together. It’s wonderful with you.”

“I believe you. I see it in your eyes and I can feel it when you want me. And believe me when I say it’s exactly the same for me. Absolutely wonderful. But I know there’s a side of you that you haven’t shown me. I want to know all of you.”

He sighed and then turned on his side to face me. “Sweetheart, I love you. I’ve never said that to a woman and meant it like I do with you. Hell, I’ve only said it to one other woman in my life, when I was young. During a summer fling after high school.”

“You’ve never dated anybody seriously?”

He shook his head. “I’ve had my share of conquests, and I’ve had a few girlfriends over the years. But I didn’t fall for any of them, and they eventually left me. Sex was fun. Dating was sort of fun, but nothing like what I feel for you.”

I looked at him seriously. “Did any of them do…those things you like to do?”