Chapter 145: Charged (almost R18)
It started off slowly, as if he was worried about kissing her but in the next moment, something seemed to break withing him. His lips pressed against her fiercely while his hands on her arms slowly slid down to her wrists before he raised them and caught her wrists.
Before she knew it, her wrists were pinned—trapped above her head with a single, tight grip of his large hand. Her back pressed harder into the door while her breasts were thrust out because of the move.
Somehow, just that one single movement seemed to make her legs go weak and Melanie let out a moan, needing more of him. He broke the kiss and stared hungrily into her eyes, he wanted more. Panting, he caught her jaw, almost roughly and kissed her hard on the lips, biting on the lower lip softly.
She tried to move her hands from his grip but he only pressed his body harder against her as he whispered in her ear softly, "Do you know what you’ve done, my sweet little melon. You have no idea do you?"
She didn’t. She had no idea what he was talking about. All she could do was close her eyes against the on slaught of the sensations her body was sending her. The way he pushed her legs apart with his knee so that he could push his thigh there. The way he held her hands above her head, putting her on some kind of a display.
When she gave him no reply, he bit her neck, and pushed her harder against the door. That caused her to gasp. And then, he let go of her hands as they fell back to the side but in the next instant he shoved his hands under her jacket, pushing down the blazer to the floor.
In the next instant, her hands were once again pinned up above her head and his eyes were on the thrust of her breasts. Melanie tried to control her breathing, a wayward thought entering her mind to stop this but before it could take home, Adam used his free hand to gently touch her there. His hands skimmed against her ni**les and she felt the need flare up inside her.
It was a fleeting touch and she needed more. So, when he next danced his fingers agaisnt her, she almost pushed herself against his hand with a moan. He grinned then. And met her eyes, "What do you want, Melon?"
She looked at him, saying nothing. Her eyes filled with need.
Once again, he simply ran his fingers lightly over one stiff bud and then another. "Is this what you want? Or do you want more."