Free Bachelor Mother by Elda Minger Page B

palms against the top of his shoulders, she pushed gently, wanting to feel his lips against her breasts. He adjusted his position accordingly and she felt his mouth move softly down the front of her body, kissing, nuzzling, caressing.
    When his lips touched her breast, she drew in her breath sharply. Her back arched as if her body had a mind of its own. He teased her so gently, so lightly, waiting until he had a physical signal from her before deepening the caress.
    Melanie had never felt more secure in a man’s lovemaking. He was with her, letting her set the pace for what was to come.
    Though she'd thought of that final culmination with quiet dread, knowing she would feel awkward and shy with Bubba in such an intimate situation, this was nothing like she'd imagined. It wasn’t   Bubba in bed with her, simply because she’d never seen this side of Bubba before. She’d known of his almost hedonistic pleasure in life, known he liked women, but had no idea how that would all translate into the bedroom.
    He moved to her other breast and she held his head, pressing against him. Where she had been stiff and clumsy sliding into his bed, now she felt warm and liquid and free, graceful and sensual. Her body seemed attuned to his, wanting more than he was giving her.
    As gently as he’d done everything else that evening, Bubba took the lead. He gently removed her last piece of clothing. Mel was slightly surprised when he began to kiss his way down her stomach but she was still in such a sensual haze that she didn’t react until his fingers closed around her inner thighs and he gave her the most intimate kiss of all.
    Her eyes flew open at the same moment her hips arched up. A part of her rational mind came to life, intensely embarrassed that Bubba was making love to her this way. She curled her fingers into his hair, determined to tug him back up beside her, but he chose that exact moment to begin flicking his tongue in a most disturbing, erotic way.
    Her hands wouldn’t obey her. Instead of pulling him away, preserving what little modesty she had left, she feathered her fingertips over his hair then felt her arms fall away limply to her sides.
    Tiny licks of fire shimmered over her body. She felt taut and on the edge, everything within her attuned to what Bubba was doing. He was in control now, his fingers spread over her buttocks, raising her, holding her. And Mel, for the first time, began to feel passion race through her blood. It left her light-headed and weak, almost helpless. As if denying her own sensuality, she felt her head begin to move back and forth on the firm mattress. She bit her lip, clenched her fists, scared of the sensations that continued to build deep within her.
    Bubba led her, step by intimate step, until everything was concentrated in the growing heat between her thighs. He was merciless, driving her deeper and deeper, refusing to stop even when he had to be hearing her breathless, throaty cries.
    When it happened, she felt as if she were nearing the edge of a waterfall of pure heat and light, caught up in a powerful current that wouldn’t let her go. For a split second she tried to fight it and swim back the way she’d come but she couldn’t. He pushed her over, his sensual caresses causing her to fall over the edge. Everything in her body tightened then released, sensation ricocheting throughout her.
    She felt buffeted by the strong sensations that left her body trembling and weak, barely aware of the feel of Bubba’s body as he slid slowly up over her. He claimed her mouth with his and she could taste the warmth and scent of her arousal. She felt his fingers thread through her hair, holding her mouth against his. These were different kisses again, less arousing, more passionate. Fiercely possessive. His body burned against hers and she welcomed the warmth, the hardness of each muscle. And she was intensely aware of how much he wanted her, the potent proof hard and hot against her.
    Everything