Melinda's lips met his eagerly. Her body fit easily against his, suddenly cold without the warmth of an orgasm radiating through her. Her own lips found his neck, leaving soft trails across his skin as he shed the garments he'd managed to keep on.
"You'll ruin me if you keep that up." She murmured against his skin. Her own hands began to travel over his skin - slowly memorizing his sides, the expanse of his stomach, and the rise of his hipbones. She leaned back for only a moment, letting her eyes travel over his body. He was... absolutely gorgeous.
Melinda's lips sought his out again, claiming them in a heated kiss as a hand dipped between them. Her fingerrs wrapped around his length, giving attention where he had been so neglected before.