Cattle Valley: Fool's Gold Part 9

"Oh, yeah!" Mel's insides tumbled as the first quivering of an o.r.g.a.s.m niggled at her. In one way, she wanted to prolong the glorious sensations, yet in another, she couldn't wait to feel the release. She allowed the waves of pleasure to wash over her, sweeping her into a climax so sweet she wanted to cry.

"Mmm," Addie worked her fingers in and out of Mel's p.u.s.s.y. "So nice," she murmured, lips still pressed against flesh.

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"Better than nice," Mel agreed. "Not sure I've ever felt this good."

"Well, I'm not finished, yet. So hang on, sweet thing." Addie leaned back and grabbed Mel's legs, forcing her to roll on to her stomach. She repositioned the legs wide apart, and got back in between them.

Mel felt hands kneading her a.s.s cheeks and spreading them apart. She buried her face in her pillow, anxious for whatever her new lover had in mind.

"You're beautiful from this angle, too." Addie bit one of the fleshy cheeks just hard enough for Mel to feel it. She dragged her tongue down the crease of Mel's b.u.t.t and circled her a.n.u.s. Addie paused. "Is this okay?"

"Whatever you want to do." Mel turned her head to speak then buried her face again.

She'd never been opposed to a little a.n.a.l play, though her last girlfriend hadn't enjoyed it.

She inhaled as Addie's tongue drove into the tight hole, and she squeezed her pillow tight.

Her next climax was going to be soon-and intense.

"Mmm," Addie murmured, tongue still buried. She worked her fingers into Mel's p.u.s.s.y and pumped them in and out, flicking her c.l.i.t as she moved.

"Oh lord!" Mel gasped as her o.r.g.a.s.m hit full force, sending shudders through her body.

It ended quickly, but she could tell it wasn't really over. Each nerve ending was on high alert, ready for whatever new sensation her lover had to offer.

Addie moved forward, allowing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to swing against Mel's back. Her fingers, slick with natural lubrication, worked their way into her a.n.u.s one at a time. "So hot and tight." She pushed them past the knuckle, pulled back then added a third.

Mel thrust her a.s.s backwards into the hand. The reaming felt fabulous, and she remained on the precipice of another climax. The next one would blow her mind, she could tell already.

"That's it, baby. f.u.c.k my fingers." Addie pressed in and out, allowing her pinky to drag across Mel's p.u.s.s.y. She leaned forward, smashing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s into Mel's back and nipping her shoulder blade.

Mel shattered. Her body quivered and shook with sensations. .h.i.tting her from all directions. This o.r.g.a.s.m didn't want to end and kept her shuddering and panting for precious, long moments. Ripples of delight sparked through her, sending Mel into orbit before dragging her back to reality.

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When she could finally speak, a hoa.r.s.e, "Oh my G.o.d," was all she could manage.

"That was nice." Addie eased her fingers out and cleaned up quickly with a towel from the nightstand.

Mel rolled onto her back and watched the gorgeous brunette's every move. "Get back over here. I need kisses. Lots and lots of kisses."

Crawling on top, Addie wrapped Mel in her arms, and they settled into the bed. "I can do that." She nibbled Mel's bottom lip with her teeth then kissed her hungrily.

Mel saw deep-seated desire in her lover's eyes. A thrill ran down her spine from knowing that look was for her-because of her. She was experiencing a heavy case of l.u.s.t, herself. Now she had Addie in her arms, she never wanted to let her go.

They wrapped their legs around each other, compressing their p.u.s.s.ies together.

Holding one another tightly, they rolled on the bed, sharing long, wet kisses. Mel was in heaven.

She felt the urgency in Addie's body as it ground into hers. Mel was sated, Addie wasn't yet. She'd take care of that. She dragged her mouth away long enough to murmur, "Your turn. I'm going to make you come like you never have before."

"I want that more than anything." Addie replied, squashing their mouths together for one last, soul-wrenching kiss.

"On your back, my beauty." Mel pressed Addie onto the bed. She positioned herself in front of the lovely round b.r.e.a.s.t.s that had been tempting her. "Mmm, I've wanted to taste these forever." She drew one nipple into her mouth.

"Yeah, oh yeah!" Addie caught the back of Mel's head in her hand and urged her on.

When the nipple was moist and cone-shaped, Mel switched sides, rolling the first between her thumb and forefinger.

Addie jerked at her touch, yet a moment later was sighing small moans of pleasure. Her hips bucked higher and higher off the bed in antic.i.p.ation.

Mel squeezed the luscious t.i.ts one last time before sliding down between Addie's legs.

A trickle of nectar glistened on one thigh, and she lapped it up eagerly. It was musky yet delightfully sweet, and Mel knew, at that moment, she craved more. Another taste, another hour, another week, whatever she could get.

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Parting the fine hair at the apex, Mel dove in first with her tongue, then her whole mouth. The taste, along with the sensual way Addie writhed beneath her, was almost enough to make her come again. But it was Addie's time, and Mel wanted it to be perfect for her.

She dipped a finger into the drenched p.u.s.s.y and thrust it in and out while nibbling Addie's engorged c.l.i.t. She could tell by the way her lover squirmed that she was close, and kept up her ministrations.

"I'm coming!" Addie gasped, and her body shook.

Mel held her legs and continued to tease and torment the pink flesh.

Before Addie stopped shuddering from her first o.r.g.a.s.m, another one hit. "Yes!" she sobbed, her voice raspy.

After a few minutes, Mel relented and pulled back. She rubbed her hands over silken thighs and blew on Addie's sensitive area.

"You're killing me." Addie reached down for Mel's hands and drew her into her arms.

"I need a minute. Maybe two. G.o.d, that was amazing. And I don't use that word lightly. The only time I remember using it recently was thinking about you."

Mel snuggled close and dragged a sheet over them. "I'm so happy to hear it. Because I was just thinking, this one day won't be enough. I want more time with you. Need more time."

Addie kissed the top of her head. "We have time."

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Chapter Seven.

Addie attempted to make a list of items that needed to be replaced at the inn. The bedroom furniture was negotiable-either replace or refinish-but every room needed a new mattress, hers included. The borrowed bed had been a lifesaver, but Addie understood why it had been freely given. Coils poked her back every time she tried to get comfortable.

The guest rooms would all need new linens, pillows and comforters. The front room would require a sofa, loveseat and chair, plus new coffee and end tables. The dining room tables were scarred, but she could get by with them, since they'd be covered with cloths.

She'd definitely need new chairs.

A stove would be the major kitchen purchase. The other appliances were fine once they'd been cleaned. She'd need to buy more plates and gla.s.ses, but the silverware seemed all right.

The walls were intact, which was a blessing. Painting had always been one of her least favourite ch.o.r.es. All she'd have to worry about there were decorative touches. But the beautiful hardwood floors needed major work, and most of the area rugs were ruined.

Addie pushed the list away and sighed. She'd thought writing everything down would help her get organised. Instead, it only made her more depressed.

"Hey, Addie? Do you have a key to the attic?" Mel called from the second floor landing.

"Yeah," Addie answered absently. She'd looked in the attic once and found it full of boxes and junk. Since it hadn't been affected by the break-in, she hadn't given the s.p.a.ce much thought. She grabbed her key ring and headed up the stairs. "Why?"

"I was looking through all the rooms, figuring out what needed to be done. I've never seen the attic s.p.a.ce."

Addie wiggled the keys in front of Mel and led her up the rest of the stairs to the locked door. "Not much to see. Dust, boxes and more dust." Addie threw the door open.

"Did you ever look inside the boxes?" Mel stepped in, gazing around. She tugged the chain in the centre of the room, and a light bulb came on. "Look at this place! It's beautiful!"

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"No, I didn't," Addie said, answering the question about the boxes. "And what's beautiful?" She tried to see what Mel envisioned, but it looked like a filthy, old attic to her.

"Open beam ceilings and that turret window! This room is gorgeous! It's full of possibilities."

"Well, maybe." Addie was sceptical. "The walls aren't even finished. It needs major construction before it'd be usable."

"I suppose." Mel continued to scope it out. "But it sure is great."

"I've got bigger concerns at the moment." Addie put her hands on her hips. "I've got to figure out how to get this place up and running so I can get some money coming in." Without a dime to spend. She left that thought unspoken.

"I was thinking about that." Mel headed back out to the stairway.

Addie followed her, shutting off the light and pulling the attic door shut.

On the way downstairs, Mel commented, "If I helped you pay the deductible, then you could get the work done-"

"No." Addie cut her off. She and Mel had spent three nights together. Three of the best nights of her life, no question, but it was far too soon to start talking about mingling money.

"I won't let you do that. I'll find a way to make this work on my own."

Mel stopped on the ground floor and turned to face her. "What if I want to help you?

You don't have to do it all alone, you know. Sometimes it's okay to lean on other people."

She slipped her arms around Addie's waist.

Addie rested her forehead against Mel's. "I do want your help. I couldn't begin to manage this all alone. But I refuse to take your money. That's no way to begin a relationship."

Grasping Addie by the hips, Mel drew her even closer. "The relationship has already begun, baby. There's no denying that. I want to help you. It seems to me, until you can get some of these rooms back in shape, you won't be able to open."

Addie kissed her lips tenderly then pulled back. "The perfect Catch 22. Can't make money until I fix up the rooms. Can't fix up the rooms without money."

"But if you'd let me-"

"No." She pressed two fingers against Mel's mouth. "Please don't bring it up again. I'll find another way."

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