Tango Love

by Nicole Flockton

  James removed his hand from her thigh and she immediately wanted it back there. Her yearning must have shown because he lent down and captured her lips in a hot, hungry kiss. Fire erupted between them again. His lips were staking their claim. There was no denying what he wanted to do to her and she wanted him to do it and more.

  Why hadn’t they done this earlier? Why had they lived together for almost two years and not once either one of them had thought there could’ve been something between them? She’d only just realised her feelings a few months ago, but fear of rejection had kept her from even contemplating making a move on James.

  A clearing of a throat broke through the sensual fog surrounding them and once again it was Melinda who called a halt to the proceedings. She pushed James off her and smoothed her dress down.

  “That’ll be fifteen bucks thirty, mate.” The gravelly voice of the cab driver sounded loudly in the cab.

  Melinda stole a quick look at the driver and his amused expression said he’d enjoyed the show. She felt the blush start at the bottom of her neck. Right at this second she wished the earth would open up and swallow her whole. As someone who didn’t do public displays, she’d managed to achieve that twice in one night. Melinda gave him a bland smile and quickly exited the cab.

  She fumbled to get her keys out of her bag, and wondered what the hell happened now? Did they just fall into bed? Or did they say goodnight and go their separate ways?

  Melinda opened the door and walked into the familiar surrounds of the hallway leading to the living room of her house. She tossed her keys and purse down on the hall table. Those mundane things did nothing to cool the fire coursing through her veins. She could still feel the wetness James had created in the cab between her legs. Her body ached for release, the urge to touch herself all over and bring on that release was almost overwhelming her.

  She heard the door close and turned to face James. James stood with his back against the door. There was heat in his eyes as if he could read her thoughts. He pushed away from the door and walked towards her. Her feet were rooted to the spot. She couldn’t move even if she’d wanted to.

  He stopped in front of her and ran his hand down her body, stopping at her waist. He then wound his arm around her back and pulled her close.

  Melinda instinctively placed her hands on his shoulders. The close contact of their bodies squashed her sensitised breasts against his chest. Her lower body was flush against his hard cock. His lips took hers in another passionate kiss.

  She had dreamt of this moment, but the reality was so different from everything she’d ever imagined. His lips were firm and moved confidently over hers. He coaxed her mouth to open further, his tongue sweeping across her teeth.

  James had a totally sinful mouth and she wanted to feel it all over her body, tasting her, tantalising her, bringing her to orgasm over and over and over again.

  Again she froze. What was she thinking? This was her housemate. There was only one way this could end and that was badly. If she slept with James and things went sour she’d lose the best housemate she’d ever had. But if she didn’t sleep with him, it could turn out just the same way. He’d feel so awkward that he’d move out anyway. Melinda knew in her heart of hearts how she wanted this evening to play out.

  “Hey, where’d you go?” James’s sultry voice penetrated her thoughts. His lips trailed a line along her jaw until he reached her ear lobe. He sucked it into his mouth and tugged on it.

  Sensations travelled through Melinda’s body, pooling between her thighs making her g-string even wetter than it was before.

  Fuck it, she wanted this man buried deep inside of her. She couldn’t fight it any longer. She groaned and sagged against him as he continued his sensual onslaught.

  “More,” she whispered as, this time, she took possession of his mouth. Running her hands down his back she gripped his ass. All that gym work paid off. She loved a tight ass.

  Melinda pulled his shirt out of his pants so she could feel the warm, smooth skin of his back. She wanted to feel more and she knew she wasn’t going to get it standing in the hallway.

  Before she could form the words to move them into the bedroom, James lifted her in his arms and carried her to her room. His lips never left hers and he never broke his stride. Kicking the door open he placed her on the bed, letting his body fall to gently cover hers.

  He broke the kiss then, and gazed into her eyes.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he murmured. They were the words Melinda had longed to hear. James wanted her as much as she wanted him.

  “What took you so long? I’ve been right here. Waiting,” she answered, with a sexy smile. “But talking is the last thing I want to do. I want…”

  Melinda lost the ability to form any coherent thought as James began another assault on her neck. Her fingers grappled with the buttons of his shirt. She wanted to feel his taut, muscular chest. The same chest that had taunted and teased her on the numerous occasions she’d caught him walking out of the hallway bathroom in nothing but a towel.

  Melinda finally got the shirt undone and pushed it off his shoulders. He shrugged out of it and finally she could explore all the dips and curves of his chest.

  “Enough,” James muttered. He stood and for a moment she thought he was going to leave, but his hands went to his belt and he started to slowly undo the buckle.

  With his movements being so precise Melinda was expecting a slow striptease but before she could blink an eye he was standing before her naked. His cock jutting proudly out and she couldn’t wait to feel it inside of her.

  She reached around for the zipper of her dress, but her hand was slapped gently away and replaced by his.

  With every inch of skin he exposed James either kissed, bit or licked it. Melinda was a mass of tingles and she didn’t think she could take anymore. She was bursting and practically dripping between her legs. Her fingers itched to touch herself, stroke her throbbing ball of nerves.

  At last she was free of the restrictive nature of her dress. She should’ve felt exposed lying there in just her bra and g-string but she felt empowered as she watched James’s cock twitch and lengthen as he gazed over her body.

  Melinda rose up off the pillows, undoing her bra so her breasts spilled out once they had been released. She cupped them and started to massage her firm flesh. She rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. The action sent desire sparking through her, pooling between her legs.

  She looked up at James, his cock was getting redder and she licked her lips at the tiny pearl of pre-cum glistening on his tip. Clearly what she was doing was exciting James as much as it was herself.

  Melinda left her breasts alone and trailed her fingers down her belly. Hooking the elastic band of her g-string and slipped it off. The musky aroma of her arousal reached out to her. She inched her fingers closer to touch herself, feel her wetness. But James moved quicker, his fingers started a slow, sensuous stroke. Her thighs quivered at his feather light touch.

  Melinda moaned and thrust her hips upwards. She wanted a heavier touch. He understood her actions and increased the speed and pressure with which he was stroking. She could feel her orgasm building and building. Sensation after sensation filled her body until she thought she was going to pass out. She screamed out his name as she couldn’t hold back the tidal wave of feelings and she came all over his fingers.

  James didn’t let her recover and Melinda was still pulsing when he changed tack and placed his mouth over her throbbing clit. She bucked off the bed as his tongue lapped, licked and sucked.

  “Oh God, James, I’m gonna come again,” she cried out, thrashing her head and clenching the sheet between her fingers.

  Her thighs tingled as his laughter rumbled against them. He didn’t stop and her orgasm went on and on and on.

  Finally, with one last lick, he lifted his head and placed a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh.

  Melinda was boneless. She couldn’t even move he
r arms to reach out and touch his face. She had never experienced such a gamut of emotions as she’d just experienced with James.

  “Hey, are you okay?”

  She could only nod and licked her dry lips. “Give me a minute,” she breathed out.

  “Good because I’ve only just started. When I get back be ready for round two.” He placed another kiss on her pussy and walked out of the room.

  Chapter 4

  Melinda had no idea how he could walk. His cock had been jutting out proudly and looked like it was about to burst.

  When her limbs no longer felt like they were made of rubber bands Melinda stood on unsteady legs and walked to her adjoining bathroom. The woman looking back at her from the full-length mirror looked like a person who had been thoroughly made love to. She touched her swollen lips and recalled the firm pressure of James’s mouth on hers. Her nipples hardened again at the memory.

  How the hell was she going to cope with round two? Would she get the chance to make him as weak at the knees as he’d made her? Hell yes. She knew a few things that would make his toes curl.

  Melinda splashed some water on her face and returned to the bedroom. She pulled the covers back, checked her top drawer for condoms and then sat back on the pillows. She glanced at the clock on her beside table and realised that James had been gone a while.

  Surely he hadn’t stood her up? God, how embarrassing would that be? Here she was all perched against the pillows, waiting for the promised round two and he was back in his room wanking off because he’d decided he didn’t want to take it any further.

  Melinda pushed the thought away. James wasn’t like that. Besides, he had said he would be back.

  No matter how hard she tried to not let them overwhelm her, the doubts were crowding in.

  When the door handle turned and James strode through with a bottle of champagne and a glass in his hand she let herself relax. She took the opportunity to run her eyes over him, happy that she could do it freely without the worry of being caught. As she reached his groin it was clear his excitement hadn’t waned while he was getting the champagne.

  Melinda looked up at him and quirked an eyebrow. “One glass?”

  “No point in creating unnecessary dishes when we don’t have to.”

  He crawled on the bed and started trailing kisses up her leg. God, this man knew how to turn someone on. Now she knew why so many screams had emanated from his room. Although if she thought about it now, he had been going through a quiet phase too. Why hadn’t she noticed before?

  His kisses reached the juncture at her thighs again and she held her breath. Waiting to see what he was going to do next. He looked up and gave her a wicked grin before returning his attention once again to her clit and giving it a lingering kiss. He started again on his upward journey. Melinda jumped as the cold bottle of champagne rested against her leg.

  Her stomach quivered as he passed slowly over it and finally reached her breasts. He had left them alone in round one and this time gave them each a brief kiss that promised so much more.

  Finally he reached his destination—her mouth. Taking her lips in a slow, evocative kiss. His tongue swept over her teeth. Melinda wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer. His erection bobbed against her stomach and she decided she wanted to make love to him the old fashioned way, missionary style. That way she could watch as he took her. Watch as he stroked in and out. Watch as his orgasm rode over him. Any fantasy that she’d had about making him go weak at the knees died a lonely death right then.

  He raised himself from her body and looked down at her. His eyes were sultry with desire and longing, but something else flickered briefly in them. Whatever he had been about to do with the champagne was forgotten as he placed the glass and bottle on the bedside table.

  Melinda had no time to wonder what his next move would be before he slipped inside of her aching flesh. She jolted at the feeling of skin on skin.

  Her breath hitched and she tried to get her mind around what they were doing. James withdrew slowly then entered again, harder this time. She could feel her muscles pulsing and clenching at him.

  ‘Condom,’ she whispered frantically fumbling to open her bedside table drawer.

  He lowered his forehead to hers, a flash of doubt entered again and she wondered whether he was regretting his actions. But he slid his hand down her arm and their hands met, briefly entwining before he opened the drawer and felt around for the box.

  Emptiness swept through Melinda as he withdrew and placed the condom over his burgeoning erection. How she wanted to touch it, but by the way James was gritting his teeth she guessed he was pretty close to breaking point.

  Then he was entering her again, filling her and she sighed in happiness. At the beginning of the evening she thought she was in love with him, now she knew for sure she was.

  He increased his pace and just like she’d wanted to do, Melinda watched the changing expressions and emotions flit across James’s face.

  In no time her muscles clenched tightly around him, urging him on. Fine sweat broke across his forehead and she could tell he was prolonging the enjoyment for her sake.

  “Come with me baby,” she whispered.

  He pounded harder inside of her and she let go with one almighty scream, he called her name in response and she felt him pulsing inside of her. Melinda had never felt so in tune with someone as she did with James right at that moment.

  “Thank you,” she murmured against his lips before taking them in a kiss. The kiss was gentle. No tongues just a meeting of two sets of lips in a beautiful dance.

  Melinda felt this was just the beginning.

  Chapter 5

  The sunlight drifted through the open curtains and pierced Melinda’s closed eyelids. She stretched and felt the delicious ache of a body well loved. She reached out for James but found an empty space. A cold, empty space. Perhaps he’d just gone to the bathroom.

  Her mind drifted back to the night they’d just shared. The things they had done to bring each other pleasure. Who would have thought that she and James could have shared so much in just such a short few hours? But what did it mean for their relationship? What were they classed as now? Lovers? Housemates? Or was it just a one-night stand?

  Melinda flung her arm across her eyes and groaned. Thinking about it hurt. She just wanted to feel the pleasure she had felt all night in James’s arms. Perhaps they could stay in bed all day. It was Saturday after all.

  “James?” she called out.

  Silence.

  She waited a few heartbeats before trying again, only a little louder. “James?”

  Okay so maybe he wasn’t in her bathroom after all, but in the hallway one. The only way she’d find out where he was would be to get her sorry ass out of bed and try and find him.

  She threw the covers back and put her robe on. The first place to look was James’s room. Opening the door, emptiness greeted her. The room had a stillness about it and a feeling of dread overtook her. Something was not right with this picture.

  She strode down the hall and opened the bathroom door. A damp towel on the towel rail showed that James had been here. Maybe he was just getting them a late breakfast. She wasn’t going to panic, even though that was the emotion that was running through her.

  She looked at the shower and the possibilities of what they could do in that shower crossed her mind. Either bathroom was one place they hadn’t tried out last night. Desire started to pool low in her belly. James was starting to become an addiction. An addiction that she could live with for the rest of her life.

  Melinda walked into the kitchen hoping to see a note propped up against a coffee cup. She could see it in her mind, knew exactly what the note would say:

  Hey sexy lady,

  Just gone out to get us some breakfast. Keep the bed warm because when I get back I plan to eat my breakfast off you and then some more.

  Love,

  James

  She snorted quietly. So maybe the �
��love James” was a bit much but she liked the sound of the rest of that note.

  She searched every surface in the kitchen, even the cupboards. She was seriously demented. But with all her searching Melinda came up with nothing. No note, no sign that James had actually even been in here.

  She slumped down on a chair. This was bad. It seemed that she was just another notch on James’s bedpost. That every touch she thought he gave her as special was just one in his vast repertoire of touches he saved for all the girls he brought home. His words of how beautiful she was were just another line.

  Great.

  She’d just had the best sex of her life and all she had been was a bit of fun. A fleeting distraction, someone to pass the night away with. Everything they’d shared was all just an act on his behalf. She was going to have to kick him out and go through the long process of trying to find another housemate.

  Life sucked!

  Melinda got up and walked into the living room in the vain hope that he’d left a note there instead.

  The only thing in the living room was her purse and keys. James’s wallet and keys were missing. He’d gone somewhere and all she could do was hope that he would be back.

  She was being so pathetic. She wasn’t normally into self-pity. Hell, she’d had one-night stands before. This was obviously karma getting back at her for all the times she’d fucked and run from guys. Melinda had known one day it would come back and bite her in the ass. It was the universe’s way of saying guys can fuck around but girls, well it’s just not done. What a load of shit. Why couldn’t a woman have the odd one-night stand?

  Enough is enough, she lectured herself. She’ll just treat the past night with James as her own bit of fun and go have lunch with Jenna. If James wanted to talk to her he could come and find her.

  She flounced off to the shower and stood under the stinging needles of the warm water, willing herself not to cry. Melinda turned her face into the spray and ran her hands down her body. Her breasts still felt sensitive as she brushed her fingers over them, remembering how James had worshipped each breast, massaging them softly and then taking each nipple into his mouth. He’d brought her to an out-of-this-world orgasm just by concentrating on her breasts.