Chapter 8

“Oh, God…Derek…oh, my God.” Melanie sighed, her limbs and eyes heavy as the final aftershocks rolled through her.

His mouth and fingers abandoned her, and he moved from her body, only to turn around and lick a line from her hip to her chest. He lapped at the come on each breast lazily, and she opened her eyes to watch, unable to look away from him. He didn’t look away from her as he swirled his tongue around her nipple until it was an aching point.

Melanie gripped his hair and yanked him forward, slamming her mouth against his. Despite the lethargic way he moved up her body, there was nothing sleepy or mild about his kiss. She could taste her juices and his come mingling on his tongue, and sweat rolled down his nose and cheek. She wrapped her legs around him, holding her against him, pouring all her energy into the kiss, until she was breathless and shaken.