She’d told me during our time in the resort that she was sensitive around her nipples, but when her fingers dug into my neck and she ground her hips down in the beginnings of an orgasm, I didn't believe it. I licked again, sucking both nipples at the same time and running my tongue between them, her moans growing in intensity until she cried out in a strangled squeak.
"Wow," I said softly, letting go of her breasts to support her as her arms gave way. Holding her carefully so she could recover, I sat back and watched the woman I love. "You’re so beautiful."
"And you . . . you've only been home ten minutes and I'm already coming!" she said with a soft laugh. "How am I supposed to survive living with you?"
"We'll figure that out as we go," I replied, pulling her back in for a light kiss. I rolled to the side and lay her on the cushions, sliding off the couch to kneel between her legs as she squealed in delight.
I eased her shorts down. She hadn't worn panties either, and the heady aroma of her arousal filled my nose, making my mouth water. I hadn't been lying or just engaging in foreplay talk when I told Melina before we had sex the first time that I loved using my mouth. If I have any fetish at all, it’s that I love using my mouth to bring a woman to the height of pleasure.
Spreading Melina's knees apart more, I inhaled again deeply, savoring the aroma. Looking up into her beautiful brown eyes, I leaned in, extending my tongue to it's fullest length before swiping it over the wetness of her slit.
"Oh Cam," Melina sighed, still aroused despite her earlier orgasm. It was just one of the many things I loved about her. She was truly into lovemaking, and her body was so responsive to every touch and caress that I stretched my imagination trying to think of new ways to give her pleasure. This time though I indulged myself, licking up and down her labia and gathering her nectar.
Darting my tongue deeper, I penetrated her as deep as I could, relishing the deeper, richer flavor within. I dipped my tongue over and over, burying myself in her wonderful wetness. She stroked her fingers through my hair and cried out again and again, each moan and gasp giving me joy.
"Cam, you're going to make me come again," she groaned as she pushed my head away.
I licked again, this time finding the bright pink nubbin of her clit and flicking my tongue over it quickly. Kissing and licking, Melina could barely breathe, her mouth dropping open and her eyes rolling back in her head as the sensations overtook her. Groaning deep in her chest Melina thrust up into my tongue, her hips rising on their own as I sucked. With a harsh, cry she came again, and I was full and refreshed. “Who the hell needs dessert when I have you?”
Grinning, she pushed me back with her cute little foot and scooted back. “My turn.”
I stood up and started swaying from side to side, doing a corny little striptease for Melina while giving her body time to recover. It didn't do my erection any disservice either, the scent of her was so strong in my mouth and nose that I doubt I could have lost hardness if you'd kicked me in the nuts.
I turned around, teasing her with just a view of my butt as I pushed my shorts down around my ankles and kicked them off. Melina promptly tapped me in the butt with her foot, and I laughed, stumbling forward comically to overplay the point.
She turned around and presented herself to me, leaning over the back of the couch while her ass wiggled at me. Taking her waist in my hands, I rubbed her back some, admiring the view. "Are you ready?"
"One last time, for both of us," she said, looking over her shoulder with those almond eyes of hers.
I eased in slowly, savoring the feeling. After licking her to such an intense orgasm I was already on a hair trigger, and knew I wanted to draw this out, to make love and not just have wild monkey sex, as Melina jokingly called it one time on the island. The feeling of her tight muscles wrapping around my cock was indescribable. I was in love with Melina before we'd ever had sex, but this sensation sealed the deal for me. She was a drug, and I was a happy addict.
I paused for a moment when I was all the way inside her, gathering my focus before pulling back slowly, resisting the urge to rush. Melina's contented sigh told me I was doing the right thing as I pushed forward again, taking a slow, easy pace to my thrusting. I luxuriated in the feeling, timing myself with my breaths. After a minute I listened to her breathing as well, synchronizing everything with hers, so that we inhaled when I pulled back and exhaled as I pushed in. "Oh, I love it this way," Melina groaned. "It's sexual and connective at the same time."
“Isn't it?" I said, my breath coming just a bit quicker. “I’ve never felt a connection like this before.”