Re: Melinda & Viktor & OPEN
“I love your hands on me,” Melinda murmured, pressing her hips forward as his knee slid between hers. That brief pressure, as she laid back on the bed made her smile soften, though when she arched her back again for more, Viktor had pulled back. She didn’t know what was the biggest turn-on about that: the touch, the casualness with which he did it, or the anticipation of what was to come.
Without thinking, solely letting her own body dictate her moves, she crossed her legs at the ankles and shifted her hips just enough to create that delicious friction. She gazed up at Viktor as he leaned over her, stretched her neck so she could kiss his chest while he secured her hands above her head. “Depends on how fast you want me to come.”