Chapter 6

It was cold in the room, the storm outside leaking through the windowsills and beneath the door. Her bare skin was rough with goose bumps, but his flesh burned her everywhere there was contact. The wind tore around the house, but it wasn’t as loud as his rushed breath, or the blood in her ears as she parted her lips over his heavy balls.

Gripping his thighs to hold him against the couch, she traced his wrinkled skin with the flat of her tongue. She felt like she knew every sound he made, knew the texture of his skin, knew each sensitive spot, knew everything she should do to him. Melanie didn’t know if he was just responsive, or if she was doing everything right. All she knew was that her blood was thrumming, her clit throbbing, and the juices gathering between her legs coated her thighs.