Her Name Was Meloni

we're just getting started

I nodded. He released me and lifted himself up to look down at me. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and slowly began to lift my shirt. His hands caressed every part of my body as he lifted my shirt. My stomach. My ribs. I could feel the chills left behind by his every touch.

"Lift your hands over your head." He commanded. I did not hate it was told and lifted them as he began to tug my shirt over my head. A wicked smile graced his lips as he eyed my bra. It did not match. Instead of the light blue of my lace panties, it was a lacey black.

I think I prefer the black." He said slyly and I couldn't help the giggle that left my lips.

"Now that I have permanently committed this image of your mismatch lingerie in my head, let's go ahead take this shit off. I want you naked under me so I can taste every part of you. Yeah?" He said.

I nodded.

He traced his hands along the lace of my bra. His hand gripped the back of my head and lifted me toward him. His lips claimed mine. He devoured me like a man starving. Jesus, I could feel myself shivering under his touch. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder as one of his hands gripped my neck and the other undid the back of my bra.

He peeled the bra off of me and my bare breast was pressed against the fabric of his shirt. He laid me back down and began to pull off his shirt.

Oh my those tattoos. I ran my fingers along them and watched as he shivered under my touch. As I began to explore his delicious chest, he began to unbuckle his pants. He quickly pulled his pants off, and as soon as they were off his lips were on mine.

He was every where. His lips went from my lips, to my neck, to chest. "I'm going to worship your body." He murmured against my skin. He gave me a lecherous smile before he popped one of my taught nipples into his mouth. I could help but suck in a ragged breath at the tantalizing sensation. He began to go flick his tongue against my nub and my hand shot to his hair. I didn't mean for my grip to be hard but in knew it was. The faster he flicked, the harder I gripped.

"S-sorry." Whimpered out.

He lifted his head and gave me a smile before moving to the other nipple. The one that was now wet and and exposed to the cold air, he began to pull and massage with his hand. And the sensation of his licking and flicking one and then massaging and pulling the other had my body on high alert. I wanted to badly to ease the ache that was forming between my legs.

"It's alright. I like it." He said. And couldn't help the moan that left my lips. Though for the life of me I could remember what we were talking about or if we were even talking. My mind was becoming a little muddled.

I could feel my hips moving against him. Trying to get some pressure but to no avail. A distracted noise left my lips. And at that sound a smile split his.

"What's wrong, little owl?" He asked.

He knew damn well what was wrong. Don't get me wrong, i loved the feel of his tongue and hand against my breast but i wanted his hand and something else between my legs. I could feel the wetness growing with every lick and tug against my chest. I thrusted my hips up against chest.

He laughed.

....he fucking laughed.

"Use your words." He said slyly.

I flushed at the request. Though I didn't sound much like a request....which was kind of hot. I tried to find the right words for what I want to say. I want to make sure I sound sexy at least.

I cleared my throat and looked him directly in the eye. I can do this. Just say it with your chest. "I want your touch," would it be weird if I said down there....on my pussy....cunt...my vajayjay....god all of those would sound so stupid coming from my lips. I cringed at the idea of me saying those words.

Then an idea hit me. Instead of saying it, I'll show him. As he waited for me to finish my sentence, I grabbed his hand and traced it from breast all the way down to my wet folds. "I want you right there." I said. And before I loose my nerve I pulled his head up to my face and whispered in his ear. "I want you in here." As I spoke, I guided one of his fingers to sink into my channel and we both groaned at the delightful penetration.

As I let go of his hand, he began to pump his finger inside of me and I could feel my toes curl at the sensation. His thrust inside me were long and leisurely. Every thrust was met with whimper of distress. It felt good but I wanted him to go faster. I squirmed a little.

"I have to go slow at first baby. I need to prepare you properly. Be patient." He whispered. I nodded my head and I stopped my squirming. A small smile graced his lips.

"Good girl." He said. And as reward, his finger picked up speed and pushed a little deeper. I could feel myself stretching and accommodating his finger. And it felt lovely, but I wanted more. And almost like he read my mind he added another finger. And fuck me that was perfect. Instead of gripping his hair again, I gripped the blankets under me. I didn't want to make him go bald. His nose ran along my neck and he inhaled deeply.

"Touch me baby. I don't mind if you pull it." He whispered in my ear. He pulled my earlobe between his teeth and sucked. And his pumping digits increased and he added another to mix. Three fingers were pumping inside of me. Stretching me. Filling me. And I never felt better. I couldn't help it, my hands sunk into his hair immediately and i pulled. I yanked his head back and slammed my lips into his as he pumped his finger in and out of me. God it felt so good.

My other hand began to claw at him and I knew I was scratching. Possibly drawing blood. "F-fuck." I moaned out as his thumb began to massage my clit. I could feel the pressure building and the faster his fingers moved. I ripped my lips away from him so I could moan out loud. It felt like if I didn't scream out my pleasure, I wouldn't be able to breathe. His lips began to trail kisses all over my neck, as if he needed his lips on me.

I could feel I was close. So fucking close.

"F-fa-faster. Please." I begged. And ha chuckle against me and happily obliged.

"Come on baby. You're almost there." He whispered against my ear. He plunged his fingers deeper and faster. I was nearly at the edge, I just needed a little more.

"Come for me Meloni." As the sound of my name on his lips, I did just that.

"Fuck!" I yelled out as my body tensed around his still pumping digits. I could feel my whole body shaking and yet not moving. I thought people was joking when they said it was an out of body experience when you have a good orgasm. It was such a euphoric feeling I wasn't sure how to explain. But before I could even get my wits about me, Tate began to slide further down trailing kisses lower and lower, til his lips were on my navel and looked up at me.

"Catch breath, little owl. We're just getting started." He said. And I huge smile graced my lips.