There were a couple of times along the way, when Melinda didn’t think they’d make it to the bed, because Oliver’s kisses kept drawing her in, and though the flat was small, there were a satisfying amount of steps and reasons to get lost in sloppy, giggling kisses. She laughed with delight when he pulled her down onto the surprisingly comfortable bed, sighing softly into his kiss and easily raised her hips and legs to let him take off her panties.
Looking up at Oliver as he took her in, Melinda drew her knee up a little, posing just a little, loving the way he looked at her and sight of this amazing and glorious man in front of her. Each kiss made her shiver, his hand on her thighs, on her slit had her moan softly, arching with his touch and seeking more of. She touched his chest, her toes trailing up along his leg. “Kiss me here,” she murmured, pointing to a spot just above her bellybutton, drawing in a sharp breath when he did. “And here,” she pointed to the lowest point of her sternum. “Here,” her voice was growing darker with want for him as she let her finger trail a pert nipple, and she continued pointing out places, until she pointed to her lips. “I want you,”