Melt Me

by Calista Fox

  Excitement shot through her at his words.

  Finishing up, he tossed the three cubes by way of all the others. Yvette rolled onto her back, not caring about the water that had puddled on her skin. The moisture felt good combined with the satin sheet. She ran a hand from her collarbone to her stomach, her fingers gliding along her dewy flesh. Her nipples had to be setting some sort of world record for staying so hard for so damn long.

  “What’s next?” she asked Finn, her body tingling with anticipation.

  “Next,” he said as he stood beside the sofa. “I want you just like that. Only rest your head on the arm of the couch so your hair falls over it and down the side. I need you to bend the leg that’s along the back of the sofa. I’ll figure out what to do with your arms later.”

  He stared at her as she sprawled across the large sofa, stretching her body out, then fanning her hair along the arm.

  “Like this?” she asked.

  He grunted. “Yeah, just like that. Except…” He took hold of the leg closest to him and pulled her thighs wide open. His knee sank onto the sofa cushion, again in the vee she created, and he leaned toward her. “You’re just too fucking irresistible.”

  His hands eased up her sides, then inward as he palmed her breasts. He squeezed them, massaged them, played with the nipples. When he bent his head to her and took one tight peak into his mouth, she let out a small cry. Her fingers twisted in his thick, slightly damp hair as his tongue curled around her nipple, then flicked it.

  “Suck it, Finn. Suck my nipple.” He did, causing fire to roar through her body. The ice be damned, she was nothing but a raging inferno tonight! “Now the other one, Finn. Suck it hard.”

  As he did as she asked, the pad of his thumb stroked over the nipple he’d abandoned. The taut bud was slick and it slid between his finger and thumb as he pinched it while suckling the other one.

  Yvette writhed beneath him. She was unbearably hot, especially with Finn’s body hovering above hers. She liked having him between her legs. Wanted to feel the full weight of him on her, their bodies pressed together, legs entwined.

  But she didn’t protest when he shifted slightly away from her, his mouth moving from her breasts to blaze a trail down her stomach to her mound. His fingers parted her outer lips as his tongue targeted her clit.

  “Finn.” She sighed. His mouth felt heavenly on her body. She lifted her hips as he slid a hand around to her backside and cupped an ass cheek while he went down on her. His tongue stroked her folds and flicked her clit before he sucked gently on it, making her hips jerk upward, effectively pressing her more firmly against his mouth.

  He licked her pussy with quick strokes and occasional suckling that had her barreling toward an orgasm faster than she could say “make me come”. The words never made it out of her mouth.

  Finn pushed a long finger into her cunt and she came. “Oh God!” It was just as wonderful as her last two orgasms, but it had happened so fast, it’d taken her by surprise.

  Finn grinned up at her. “That didn’t take much effort.”

  “Oh shut up.” She laughed. “Yes, you are extremely good at eating pussy, okay? I shall never knock your prowess, but don’t expect me to blog about it.” As if she’d advertise this man’s sexual skills. She wanted him all to herself!

  That thought did not alarm her the way she once thought it might.

  “I told you,” he said. “You inspire me.”

  “Are you inspired enough to fuck me?”

  The wicked glint in his chocolate-brown eyes gave her the answer she sought.

  He moved off the sofa and stripped off his briefs. He took a long swig of vodka and dragged the back of a hand across his perspiring forehead, then went for a condom in her goody drawer.

  Finally!

  Yvette was this close to jumping for joy.

  He returned to the sofa, balancing himself on one knee between her parted legs. His fingers wrapped around her calf and he lifted her leg so it rested against his shoulder. With one foot firmly on the floor beside the couch, he had the right leverage to lean over her, the head of his cock pressing against the opening of her wet cunt.

  Their gazes locked and she said, “No more teasing.”

  His cock thrust into her and Yvette cried out.

  Finn didn’t waste time with a slow rhythm. He pulled out then thrust back into her with a quick, steady pace.

  “Oh God!” Her head fell back against the arm of the sofa as Finn leaned farther forward and planted his hand beside her head. He fucked her with hard thrusts and quick strokes, causing her mind to go blank and her eyes to close. “Oh yes,” she whispered. “Just like that.”

  She hadn’t had to ask or instruct or beg. He’d known exactly what she wanted and was giving it to her. His thick shaft felt huge inside her, stretching her and hitting all the right spots. He fucked her hard, making her whimper and moan and mumble things that weren’t even coherent.

  “Goddamn, you feel good.” He groaned. “So fucking tight. Jesus, Yvette.”

  She wasn’t sure how he managed it, but he fucked her even harder. Faster.

  “Oh Finn!” She came again, her inner walls contracting, clutching at the hard rod that pleasured her. The sensations were more intense this time, because it was Finn inside her.

  “Yes, babe,” he mumbled in her ear. “That’s right. Squeeze me tight.”

  She lost all control of her body as it responded innately to Finn’s. Her hips lifted and she ground against him, while also milking his cock with a squeeze-and-release motion that had him breathing heavy and her thinking she was about to have another orgasm.

  His hands shifted and slid under her ass. He came up on his knee and hammered into her until she was screaming again as the erotic sensations tore through her and he did make her come again. He kept fucking her, giving her exactly what she’d wanted all along—more.

  “I’m going to have to build up a tolerance,” he said before another groan fell from his lips. “Your pussy feels so good. Christ, you’re going to make me come.”

  She rocked her hips against him, keeping up with his frantic pace as her cunt clutched him tight. When that first tremor rocked his body, she squeezed him even tighter.

  “Oh fuck. Yvette!”

  He was close, she could feel it.

  “Come inside me, Finn. Fuck me harder and come inside me.” It was a wonder she could get the words out because she was having trouble breathing. Her heavy panting filled the room, along with Finn’s grunts of pleasure. She used her hips and cunt to get him a little more worked up.

  When his body started to shake, she said, “Yes, Finn, that’s it. Fuck my pussy until you come. Come inside me.” She felt her own orgasm build again. The prickly sensation, the taunting pressure, the exquisite tension. “God, Finn. You’re going to make me come again.”

  “Ah shit!” He thrust deep into her and she felt his cock pulse and throb as he climaxed, his body convulsing all around her.

  He pushed a little deeper and it was Yvette’s undoing. “Yes!” She cried out. “Oh Finn! Yes!” Her hands gripped his shoulders and they both rode the waves of ecstasy. Her inner walls constricted around his cock, holding him inside her body. Her hips rolled and rocked, stealing every ounce of pleasure his body gave hers.

  Finn didn’t collapse on top of her, but he was close enough that he could kiss her. His mouth pressed to hers for the briefest of moments before their lips parted and his tongue delved inside, kissing her passionately, hungrily. As though he couldn’t quite get enough of her. She prayed that was the case, because she clearly couldn’t get enough of him!

  When they finally came up for air and her orgasm ebbed, she said, “Now I’ve been thoroughly fucked.”

  Finn groaned. “I didn’t even make it past the first position.”

  She smiled, unable to resist gloating. “We have all weekend to appease your creative mind.”

  “And suddenly overactive libido?”

  “Guess we’ve got the
right chemistry.”

  He nodded. “Explosive chemistry. Jesus… I could fuck you all night. Just need a breather in between.”

  “You won’t hear any complaints from me.” This time, she kissed him.

  When they were both a bit steadier, Finn climbed off the sofa, tidying himself up before configuring his last shot. Yvette didn’t have to move an inch. Her leg was still bent at the knee alongside the back of the sofa, the heel of her shoe resting in between the cushions so it didn’t poke through the material.

  Finn stacked four ice cubes—smaller than the others, but still bigger than regular cubes—on her bent knee. One on top of the other, though the second and fourth ones were turned at an angle for a more arty effect.

  As he snapped the photos, she asked, “Why’d you choose four poses, stopping at four ice cubes? What’s the significance of that number?”

  He set the camera aside and told her, “We met four years ago today. In Central Park. You were wearing a turquoise-colored dress that did the most amazing things for your body. Jesus, those legs…” He shook his head as he whistled under his breath. “You were licking an ice cream cone that was melting fast in the heat. All I could think about was how incredible that tongue would feel on my cock. And I was right.”

  She sat up, making the carefully balanced ice cubes topple over. Staring at him, a bit dumbfounded, she said, “Finn Griffith. You hopeless romantic.”

  He laughed. “Hardly! I wanted to fuck your brains out. But,” he said with a sigh, “the timing always seemed to be off between us. And then this week, I just… I don’t know. I woke up a couple of days ago and it hit me. Four years. And I’d yet to make a move on you. I couldn’t let another four days go by let alone four more years.”

  Yvette stood, albeit on shaky legs because her knees had gone weak at Finn’s admission. Her high heels didn’t help either. She ran a hand over his shoulder and down his arm. Her fingers twined with his as she said, “You’re right. Sometimes it all just falls in line.”

  She smiled up at him. He smiled back.

  “I do adore you,” she told him.

  “Right back at you,” he said with a wink. Then added, “Now pack a bag, doll. “Let’s go get it on at the Ritz.”

  About the Author

  Calista Fox in a multi-published, award-winning author of contemporary, suspense and paranormal erotic romances. She began her professional fiction-writing career in 2004, following a successful career in PR, where she specialized in writing speeches and Congressional testimonies. Her books have received rave reviews and she is also the recipient of a Reviewers Choice Award for Best Erotic Sci-Fi Novella.

  Calista is a member of Romance Writers of America and two of its Phoenix Chapters, Desert Rose and Valley of the Sun Romance Writers. She has served on the Board of Directors, been the newsletter director and chaired the annual Golden Quill Contest for the Desert Rose Chapter. She is also a member of Passionate Ink, RWA’s erotic romance chapter. In addition, Calista gives presentations and workshops on writing novellas.

  Calista attended college on a Journalism scholarship and has worked on newspapers as an editor and reporter. She holds degrees in General Studies and Communications. Calista lives in Arizona, but travels frequently to places like Mexico, Europe, San Diego and Washington, D.C. She has traveled the country by Lear Jet, always with her laptop in tow, and is a spa aficionado!

  Calista welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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  Also by Calista Fox

  Devil’s Kitchen

  Devil in Texas

  Forever in Her Eyes

  Jaden’s Wicked Witch

  Stroke Me

  Thunder and Lightning

  Until Jake

  Print books by Calista Fox

  Better with Age anthology

  Passionate Peridot anthology

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