Naughtiness ensues… this chapter is rated M.

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Doing it right meant not doing it like the first time. It was feeding a need of a deeper kind, it was not fucking. It was not snatching and stealing, thrusting and hammering to get to an explosive end. There should be sparks from the very beginning, then the gradual swelling of the want and the hunger. But still balanced and selfless, a matching of efforts because this time their hearts are in it.

In his eyes. In the trails of his haunting fingers. In everything that was to come. Love.

Melanie loved him for being on bended knee, hands massaging her calves while coaxing her feet out of the 4 inches that he always admired. She sighed happily because he was so full of concentration and care, lips lingering on the top of each foot after every kiss. Eyeing her painted toes, examining the ring of gold she's made a habit of wearing around her right ankle. She didn't need to see his face to know he was smiling.

Behind her knees to the back of her thighs, his palms and fingers explored her anew. Disappearing under the hem of her dress, a playful tug of her panties before he cups her ass and she's shivering.

He was so quiet all the while, the curling of her toes in the shaggy carpet made audible sound. Maks looked up then with an expression she couldn't catch. Easily, he rose to stand. Grip still full of her, he brought her to his body. One arm across her back and the hand of the other went to guiding her leg around him. Mel complied, no hesitation.

Belly to belly, his belt buckle digging into her inner thigh, she clung to him with arms locked behind his neck. Mel ignored the irritation of the cold metal, reveling instead in how warm and smooth he was against her body. In his hold and away from the wall, his eyes were easier for her to see. Pupils blown and open, intense and ignited. She bit her cheek in anticipation.

The trek to the bedroom was not but a few strides of his long legs away and she was being laid down gently before she could even suggest to switch a lamp on. So he could see where he was going, but more so she could see him in better light. To see if his skin has become kissed with pink just as it had the first time, when he's so turned on and ready.

She sunk into the plush sheets, his weight half on her. The pillows smelled of him and she found herself inhaling greedily, chest rising conveniently into his mouth as his tongue swept at the hollow between her breasts. A moan had come from one of them, she wasn't quite sure whom, maybe both. Mel encouraged him, rubbing circles into the muscles of his back, hoping it felt as good to him as it did to her.

Maks went for the zipper of her dress again and this time she lifted her hips into him to help. A great move that had him mumbling pleasures into her neck, his hardness stroked by the repositioning. Fingers tingling a little, he continued. The zipper gave way and Mel started pulling at the fabric before he could even get his hands from beneath her.

He stopped her with a sweet smile, kissing her hands away, placing them on the pillows beside her head.

"Me, baby."

She nodded with surrender. Lips parted, waiting.

Slowly, he undressed her. Taking more care as her bra and panties were revealed, licking his lips and swallowing. The awkward shyness in his eyes made it impossible for her to be self-conscious. Empowering her instead because he absolutely loved what he was seeing, as if he was seeing her for the first time. He started at her stomach although his gaze was fixed on her lace-covered breasts. He nuzzled against a plane of skin beside her belly button, meeting her eyes. Watching for her reactions as he tasted it. Grinning just above where she wanted him most when he felt her jerk helplessly.

Only when his fingers are hooked into the sides of her panties did she begin to think on how long it's been since someone's mouth had been on her most intimate of parts. God, what, 5 or 6 months ago when Stephan thought oral sex was a suitable anniversary gift? Not even that great, now that she's remembering. Was she even presentable down there?

Mel felt teeth on her thigh and snapped to. Looking down to find him watching her expectantly, not happy to see her preoccupied.

"Watch me, Mel."

At that command, her insides quivered. She would have rubbed her thighs together to appease the little tremors erupting between them if he weren't in the way. However embarrassing as it would have been.

"Eyes open, Mel."

Had she shut them? Yes, to hide their rolling backwards as he descended upon…

Panties pushed aside, she could feel two of his fingers brushing against her. Just a touch from being in but she's gotten him pretty wet already. The way he studied her sex, sweeping over her slickness with desire in his hooded eyes was almost distracting. Mel was seconds away from shielding it away from his scrutiny with her hands.

He growled suddenly, more than satisfied with the affect he has had on her. The sight and scent of it guaranteed that there would be some wetness in the front of his boxers. Smooth and pink just beneath. His mouth actually waters.

Without warning, without blinking the flat of his tongue tests her flavor, swiping up from the very bottom, leaving her wetter. Wetter.

Grabbing for any part of him to dig her nails into, to find some way to make him do it again. She mewed a plea for more. Teeth clenched shut and lips pressed into a firm line to keep from shouting ridiculously, she remembered to watch. Maks was waiting for her with another heated smile and from her angle and its light, she found his lips to be glimmering. Wondering if it was her on his mouth…

Answering her prayers, he bent down for more. Tugging the underwear again, ripping it a little this time, to reveal more space to paint with his tongue. His eyes flicked up, ready to apologize when she took the opportunity to push his head back to where it belonged. Not in too rough of a way, but firmly enough so he understands that they simply CANNOT stop. Not now.

So forget about the knickers and just…

He bathed her with his tongue once more, pushing passed her lips to the clit that was beginning to feel like it's made of stone. Heavy and rigid from sheer excitement and his mischievous ministrations. He must have tasted more because she heard him swallow, humming his thanks into her pussy.

Her hands swam through his hair, raking his scalp a bit with her nails as she went. Maks moaned unabashedly, getting deeper. Dipping his attentions to where she opened for him and nibbled his way back up. No part of her untouched. He lapped at the sensitive bud of flesh, bobbing his head to get to as much as he could. Rolled his hips into the bed in attempt to hush the roaring of a now furious erection. God, he wasn't going to last.

But he couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. Not until she has had her fill. With her hands full of his hair, lifting her hips up to meet him, grinding her pussy of silk against his open mouth…

He watched her, captivated. Fucking his lips and tongue with a heaving chest and a wild blaze in her eyes. He sucked on whatever part of her that she fed him, trying not to blink too often for fear of missing the satiated expression he craved to see on her beautiful face.

Sliding down to his chin and bumping against his nose, she was getting closer. He swallowed steadily and stroked the hot skin of her hips, encouraging her to come to him. For him.

tbc…

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*wink*