Texas-Sized Scandal

He slowly drew his hand down the side of her neck, taking his time to note all of the things about her that excited him. She had a scar on her upper arm that she admitted she’d gotten when she’d fallen out of her high school boyfriend’s pick-up truck. He rubbed his finger over the crescent shape, watching goose bumps spread down her arm, and then her nipples tightened even more.

He ran his other hand down her shoulder blade to the line of her spine, slowly caressing her back. She rolled her back against his touch, her breasts brushing against his chest. Slowly he worked his way down her back, taking time to fondle the indentation of her waist and then moving lower until he reached the base of her spine.

He cupped her butt and drew her forward until he could rub his erection against the center of her. She dug her nails into his shoulders and arched against him as he palmed her buttocks. She moaned and rubbed herself against him.

He wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her off the countertop. With the other hand, he shoved her leggings down. Once she realized what he was doing, she helped him, pushing the fabric down her legs until she was free. He stepped back and just looked at her, sitting naked on her kitchen counter and he almost came in his pants.

Her eyes drifted closed and he saw her chest expand as she inhaled. He reached up and cupped her breasts, running his fingers over her distended nipples. He loved the pink perkiness of them and the way they responded to his every touch. He rubbed his fingers back and forth over them until her head dropped back and her back arched. He needed to make every sexual experience they had top the last. With any other woman that might have been difficult, but not with Melinda.

“Slade, baby, do that again,” she moaned as she tipped her head to the side, exposing her long neck. He couldn’t resist leaning down to nip at it, sucking against the pulse that beat strongly there. Her hands fell to his shoulders, holding on to him for a brief moment, and then she moved her hands down his arms. He flexed his biceps, knowing how much that excited her.

No one had ever turned him on this quickly before. Somehow, she was a thirst that he couldn’t quench and as much as he knew that made her dangerous, he couldn’t resist her.

He liked that she couldn’t resist him either. She arched against him as he leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth. He looked up at her, wanting to remember her like this—turned on, so full of need and want and knowing he was the only one who could satisfy her.

A few tendrils had escaped her ponytail, but he wanted to feel her hair against him, so he pulled the hair tie from it and she shook her head as her hair fell around her shoulders, curling just above her breasts. He buried his head in the soft strands and inhaled deeply.

He noticed her eyes were heavy lidded as her hips began moving against him. He felt himself straining against the zipper of his trousers and reached between them to pull the zipper down and free himself.

He fumbled in his pocket for the condom he had stuck in there before coming over. She took it from him and their eyes met. Something passed over her face and he started to ask her what it was, but then it was gone. She undid his belt and shoved his pants down his legs, along with his boxers. The elastic got caught on his erection and he stepped back to shove them down his legs, taking the condom from her and putting it on.

She looked like something from his hottest fantasies. There were moments when he wondered why it had taken him so long to find a woman like Melinda, but then he knew his younger self wouldn’t have known how to handle her.

He leaned down and licked the valley between her breasts, imagining his erection sliding back and forth there. He bit carefully at her delicate skin, suckling at her so that he’d leave his mark.

“Enough foreplay. Take me, Slade,” she said. “I need to forget everything except this for a little while.”

Her words enflamed him because he wanted nothing more than to drive himself into her again and again. No woman had affected him the way she did. She seemed to accept him as the man he was. Son of a mobster and grandson of one of the richest, most prominent women in Houston. She seemed to understand that both parts of him made him the man he was.

She spread her thighs, leaning back on her elbows, beckoning him to her. He groaned at the sight of her. This was an image he hoped to carry in his mind for the rest of his days, even after this affair ended. He knew it would. He was poison to a good woman like Melinda, but not for the short term.

He stepped between her legs, cupped her buttocks and drew her closer to him. Rubbing the tip of his erection against her center, nestling it to the opening of her body. She shifted against him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he entered her. Just the smallest bit because he couldn’t wait.

She reached between his legs and fondled his sac, cupping him in her hands, and he shuddered. “If you keep doing that, this is going to be a very short experience.”

She squeezed him and sucked his lower lip into her mouth. “I don’t mind.”

He held her hips steady and entered her slowly until he was fully sheathed. Her eyes widened with each inch he gave her. She clutched at his hips as he started thrusting, holding him to her, eyes half-closed and her head tipped back.

He leaned down and caught one of her nipples in his teeth, scraping very gently. She started to tighten around him. Her hips moved faster, demanding more, but he kept the pace slow, steady. Wanting her to come before he did.

He suckled her nipple and rotated his hips to catch her pleasure point with each thrust and he felt her hands in his hair, clenching as she threw her head back and her climax ripped through her.

He varied his thrusts, finding a rhythm that would draw out the tension at the base of his spine. Something that would make his time in her body, wrapped in her silky limbs, last forever.

She scraped her nails down his back, clutched his buttocks and drew him in. Sensation feathered down his spine, his blood roared in his ears and everything in his world centered on Melinda.

He called her name as he came, collapsing against her chest. Her arms held him, one hand moving up and down his back, until his breathing steadied, and he shifted until he stood between her legs again. He looked down at her face and kissed her softly. He had no idea what he was going to do with Melinda. She wasn’t the right woman for him, but he couldn’t walk away.

He heard her doorbell ring and she looked at the two of them, still joined and naked.

“Who could that be?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he answered. “Want me to handle it for you?”

She glanced at him as he stepped back and pulled on his trousers. “No. I need to do this. Let’s go and get dressed and I’ll take care of it.”

She picked up her phone from the table and glanced at the video app to see who was there. “It’s my sister Esme.”

He lifted her off the counter, caressing her as he did so, and she batted his hands away. “Not now.”

“Give me a minute,” she yelled at the closed front door as she dashed upstairs to her bedroom. He collected their clothes and followed her upstairs to her bedroom. When he entered, she was already twisting her hair back into a ponytail and wearing a flowery patterned wraparound dress that accentuated her curves.

“Hurry back,” he said as she kissed him before running out of the room. He couldn’t last long without her.

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