Gripping his thighs to hold him against the couch, she traced his wrinkled skin with the flat of her tongue. She felt like she knew every sound he made, knew the texture of his skin, knew each sensitive spot, knew everything she should do to him. Melanie didn’t know if he was just responsive, or if she was doing everything right. All she knew was that her blood was thrumming, her c**t throbbing, and the juices gathering between her legs coated her thighs.
Encouraged by Derek’s response, Melanie longed to taste more of him. Every inch of him. She cupped his balls gently against her palm and lifted them out of the way, exposing the sensitive skin behind his sac. She tested it first with her finger, experimentally applying pressure until he jerked against her hand, his breath turning into a
