Chapter 6

Melinda stood in the shower, letting the warm torrent of water ease the frustration within her young body, still uncertain exactly what had driven Phil from her apartment. One moment the man's passion seemed to be flaring as high as hers. In the next instant, he left her high and dry.

Her sudsy hands crept down to the aching mound of her sex. Deep within tingled the unfulfilled want for a man. She tried to ignore it, but her thoughts returned to Phil and her own frustration.

I damn well made it clear to him, she thought. He couldn't have misread my signals.

Thinking about what might have been did no good. It only increased her yearning for the young, red-headed man. Rinsing herself, she turned off the water and pulled back the shower curtain. Grabbing a fluffy white towel from a rack, she stepped from the shower and vigorously rubbed the clinging droplets from her body.

First Robert, then Jace, followed by a small string of now faceless one-night stands, she pondered, and now Mr. Phil Howard. Men, they're enough to give a girl an inferiority complex.

Carefully hanging her towel to dry, Melinda walked into her bedroom. She froze in mid-stride. Phil sat on the edge of her bed.

He was totally naked.

"What... how did you get in here?" Unaware of her own nakedness, Melinda's surprised gaze fell to the angry lance of cock jutting from the man's crotch.

"The door was unlocked," he said. "I just walked in. I thought about climbing in the shower with you, but decided this was nicer."

She suddenly became aware of her bare body. Phil's ravishing eyes hungrily moved over her nakedness. Like a young child, she suddenly had the urge to cover herself, feeling more than slightly embarrassed by the intimate invasion of her privacy.

"You seem terribly sure of yourself, Mr. Howard," she said.

"We're not back to that, are we? I thought I had talked you into calling me Phil?" His gaze halted on the firm, uplifted forms of her breasts. A definite mouth-watering sight, he decided. "And I'm not at all sure of myself. That's exactly why I left so quickly."

"What?"

"Two years without a woman, even one paid for," he said. "I don't think any man would be sure of himself. When we were on the floor, I was getting all the right signals, I wanted you. But nothing was happening. I panicked... the old male ego was in danger of being deflated."

Nothing looked deflated now, she thought. His cock stood stiffly at attention. Fat and long, it throbbed and twitched in needy little movements. Clear drops of preseminal fluids oozed from the pinprick slit of its mouth.

His eyes followed hers. He glanced down at the rigid rod shafting up from his groin. A smile moved over his lips.

"I got out in the car and couldn't stop thinking about you," he said. "Things finally started happening. I rose to the occasion, so to speak. However the occasion had passed."

"And now you walk in here and expose yourself, thinking an erection will get you anything you want?" Melinda couldn't believe the nerve of this man.

"No, I came back to rape you if necessary," he replied casually. "Now, I realize I don't want you that way. And you don't seem to want me this way. Can't blame a guy for trying, even if he is a bit too late."

Phil rose from the bed and walked to a chair where his clothes were neatly draped. He lifted his pants.

"No," Melinda found herself saying without thinking.

He turned to her, his eyes questioning.

Her confusion grew. Frustration and anger weren't conducive to clear thought. What did she really want? Moments ago she was aching for this man. Now she was angry. Was it his sureness of her sexual availability? Was it her own ego getting in the way of what they both wanted?

"I don't know what to think of you, Phil Howard," she said. "I do know you've got the most unusual style of any man I've ever met."

"Lack of style," he grinned. "But definitely bold."

A smile crept to her lips and she shook her head. "By all rights I should call the cops. You know that, don't you?"

"Yep," he said, dropping his pants to the floor. His gaze once more coursed over the supple sleekness of her body. "I also know I want you very much."

Two years, she mused, what was a man like after two years without a woman? A trembly shiver raced around in the warming recesses of her quim.

"That's easy enough to see." Her eyes emphasized her remark by once more dropping to his turgid prick. Again she shivered, wondering just what he was capable of doing with such a long- deprived prodder. "Stay, Phil Howard. I want you."

He crossed to her, eagerly sweeping her into his arms. While his mouth smothered hers, the stiff strength of his prick pressed against her belly. It throbbed and pulsed. She felt its virile strength, the power held within its long hardness--just waiting for her.

Her fingers crept downward to wiggle between their cores. She shivered as her fingertips tentatively touched the thickness of his sex. It twitched and jerked. He moaned, thrusting his exploring tongue toward her throat.

His hands, at her waist, moved and guided her to the bed. She sank down, lying on her back, his weight half on and half off her now totally willing body. His cock now pressed firmly against the silky flesh of her thighs. She felt his preseminal juices smearing over her leg.

His lips eased from hers and he pushed up to hover above her, balancing his weight on his elbows. His emerald-green eyes twinkled down at her, filled with delight.

"Melinda Tuning, you are beautiful," he whispered. "And, at this moment, I'm the luckiest man in the world."

She pulled him back to her. Her tongue leaped into his mouth, twisting and turning. She teased and toyed over his own tongue, then threw her oral digit back toward his throat. His jaws opened wide, allowing her to explore.

When they parted again, he rose back on his elbows. "I hope you haven't got hopes of sleeping tonight. I've never been a minuteman. And the way I feel right now, the sunrise will come before I do."

"Deeds, not words," she said, coyly smiling up at him. "A lot of men like to brag to a woman."

He grinned. "Fact, lovely lady. I'm stating fact."

His lips moved to her neck. She sighed, holding him close while his tongue worked its way up to toy over the delicate lobe of her ear. She wiggled under him, feeling those erotic surges that a real man creates within a woman, a man who cares about providing a woman with all she needs.

She didn't rush him. His lips and tongue slowly touched every inch of her neck and shoulders. Then he worked his way down. Likewise, his mouth moved with deliberate languor as though each new spot of her body was to be fully tasted and explored before moving on to the next.

She moaned. He kissed into the valley between her breasts. Tightly, she held him there for a long moment, enjoying the intimacy of his caress, the marvelous feel of his nakedness. She desperately wanted to feel that long, hard cock within her cunt, needed to possess its throbbing strength within her, But she didn't rush him, instead, she settled back to savor all the tingling sensations his slow taunting of her body created.

Tickling with the tip of his tongue, he spiraled up one of her tits inch by inch. When he reached the now-stiff crest of her nipple, his lips abandoned that warmly glowing peak without so much as a simple kiss.

Instead, his head rose, his eyes gleaming with an impish sparkle. He knew he was getting to her and enjoying the power of his sexual control of her body. His head ducked back to her opposite breast.

Repeating his actions, he languidly kissed his way up and around her tits. This time, however, his mouth did not ignore the needy nipple topping her cone-like breast. His mouth opened, his teeth lightly nibbling at the, rubbery button.

"You fantastic bastard," she groaned, her back arching up, trying to stuff her tits into his face. "It's torture! You're torturing me with pleasure!"

He nodded in agreement and continued his delightful taunting of her breasts, moving from one to the other, then back again. His hands joined his mouth. He sucked and squeezed. He licked and rolled. He nibbled and tugged.

White-hot heat burned within her thighs. It throbbed and grew, melting together deep within the heated core of her pussy. Totally taken by surprise, she came.

She came, her cunt still empty and vacant. She came by his careful administration of her tits. She groaned out, grateful for this new carnal experience. All the times before, she had needed a man's cock within her or a tongue or finger on her clit. Now she rocked in ecstasy from the slow determined manipulation of her breasts. It felt so new and wonderful.

When the swirling pleasure settled in her mind, she once more became aware of his lips. They were on her flat belly, kissing downward. His tongue-tip dipped into the sensual well of her navel, playing there a moment and once more stirring passionate feelings within her body.

His breath wove through the soft down of her pussy, quickly followed by his weaving tongue. She shivered, knowing just where that oral digit was going.

Her wait wasn't long. Slipping between the wanton lips of her pussy, his tongue tickled into the heated channel of her quim. With the same deliberate languor he had used on her tits, he ate her cunt.