Free Scandalous by Melanie Shawn Page A

different spots...he felt the softness of her hair under his hands, and the feather-light touch of her fingertips as she ran them over his legs and his ass...but mainly, all he could feel, all he could think about, all he was aware of in this world was centered right between his legs at the place where her mouth was devouring his every inch.
    He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and – with a near psychic degree of accuracy – Cristal always sensed when he was nearing the point of no return, as well. When that would happen, she would slow her movements, making every touch light and gentle until his muscles relaxed and his breathing slowed. Then, she would slowly build the intensity and the rhythm again until she had brought him right back up to the ragged edge of oblivion.
    When he could not take even one instant more of the glorious torture, he reached down and pulled her up firmly by her arms until she was standing upright in front of him. The two of them stood there facing each other, naked, skin mere centimeters away from touching, and looked into each other's eyes as they panted.
    No words were exchanged, and no words were necessary. Their eyes communicated all that needed to be said between them.
    Without speaking, without planning, they moved simultaneously to touch each other. Dominic slid his hands up Cristal's sides, his fingers sliding easily over her sweat-slicked skin, and began to caress her breasts. Her eyes widened as he tweaked her nipples with his fingers and thumb, never tearing his gaze from hers.
    At the same time, she moved her hand out and grasped his steel-hard member, stroking it in precisely the same rhythm that he played with her nipples. God. Her hand felt so good, so right, moving up and down his shaft. She sped up and slowed down in intervals, and he matched his pace to hers as he played with the tight and rock-hard nubs of her nipples.
    The most powerful element of the entire silent exchange, though, Dominic recognized, was that they never tore their eyes from one another – not to aid in positioning their hands, not to roll them back in their heads and groan - not even to squeeze them shut in ecstasy. Nothing could come between the power and electricity that was flowing between them, not through the pleasure that their hands were giving each other, but through their expressive eyes.
    The intensity only made Dominic want, need more connection and he bent his head ever so slightly to begin kissing her again. As their tongues pressed against each other and their lips moved frantically together, their hands began to take on lives of their own, roaming all over one another's bodies, the frenetic pace of their movements increasing along with the rapid pace of their breath.
    Step by tiny step, Dominic gradually moved the two of them closer to the nightstand and then quickly dipped his hand down and grabbed a condom from the bowl beside his bed. He expertly ripped the package open and slid it on, and, as soon as Cristal realized what he was doing, she used her expert fingers to help him unroll it the final way down his length.
    When they had gotten him completely prepared, Cristal climbed onto the bed, scooting herself until she was positioned in the middle of the large expanse of the King size bed, and then lay back on the pillows. He watched her, in awe, fascinated by the beautiful and graceful way that her body moved.
    When her head met the pillow, she looked up at his face, meeting his eyes. A slow smile spread across her lips, a wicked smile – and Dominic felt an electric charge of lust power through the length of his body.
    As she continued to look at him and to smile, she slowly spread her legs further apart, opening to him, inviting him inside of her.
    He moaned, and then moved swiftly, climbing atop her to accept the invitation. As quickly as he could, he positioned himself at her opening and then thrust inside, putting every bit of the growing intensity of his feelings