Authors: Calista Fox
MeltMe (5 page)
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
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