He felt her slipping, felt her giving in. He wanted to show her what he'd become, in all senses. His hands rose to the buttons on her blouse and deftly undid them all, sliding the cotton down her arms. His lips feathered light kisses down her shoulder then back up.
Her skin, so silky smooth beneath his calloused fingers caused him to shiver. "God Mel, you're so damn beautiful."
She leaned against the door, her eyes heavy lidded as she studied him. She could see the vein in his neck pulsing, as if his blood were racing through him too. The pure maleness of him, the heightened scent of something had her belly tying itself in knots as anticipation warred equally with curiosity. "I... um.. I'm ok I guess."
Her brow flicked upwards, her teeth worrying her lower lip, "I don't get why I’m here though."
"Because I want you here," he whispered against the sensitive skin of her neck.
He picked her up, his hands beneath her knees, bending them to wrap her long legs around his waist, forcing her to hold onto him as he carried her from the door to the bed. He placed her gently on the bed, crawling over her, his full length pressing her body back into the plush pillows, as he started to kiss her again and again.
She whimpered into the kisses, as a strange restlessness built inside of her. She felt like she had to move, but he was holding her down. Her hips bucked up gently as she reached for and held onto his arms.
He groaned softly at the pressure of her hips grinding against him. He rolled to the side, one long leg still holding her pinned. He let his eyes devour her, his hand slid up her bare ribcage and cupped her breast thru the thin lace of her bra.
She trembled slightly as the heat above her moved to the side, her head turning towards him as confused eyes found eyes so dark they were nearly black with need. As his hand cupped the fullness of her breast she arched into the sensation, her brain tumbling over how much it was like, yet not like him.
He watched her face as his thumb circled her nipple, saw her eyes glow that deadly amber color and hastily stripped her of her bra, throwing it behind him before diving head first to the cleft between her breasts. His tongue traced a path from the center to each peak slowly, first one then the other, back and forth, showing each rosy bud his rapt attention.
She squeaked as his tongue drew lazy circles along her skin, a blush creeping into her cheeks at the pure intimacy of the moment. No one had ever seen her this bare; well except for him nearly fourteen years before, but even then her clothes had been more on than off. God what was she doing? She should stop it, she had to stop it.. She..groaned as his tongue flashed along her skin. Ok, she'd stop him in a minute.
As his tongue worked its magic on her breasts his hands found their way to her jeans. He gently rubbed his open palm over the front, first tickling the bare skin of her belly then dragging gentle pressure over her heat and back up again. Every little movement she made, every heavy breath, every little sound drove his want even higher.
She shifted against his hand, her mind faltering at the teasing sensation. God what did she do? Did she touch or stay still? Did she kiss or not? She had no idea, all she knew is each scrape of his lips or tongue, each slight pressure of his palm were driving her into some weird mental zone that allowed no space for what ifs..
She was a sight, his Mel laying there all flushed, blushing like the virgin he knew she wasn't...... She was so damn beautiful, so damn sexy and completely unaware of it. How she'd gone this whole time with no man to show her true passion he would never understand. God men were clueless.... He almost laughed at his own thought but caught his amusement before it bubbled over,
She went stock still as his fingers easily made short work of her zipper, and when the denim protecting her begin to slide away she damn near bolted the bed, held still by his hand alone. "I......'
"Hey........ it's ok Mel......" he gently held her down. "I can't fly you to the moon if we don't get rid of these."
Her brow arched, the quip falling from her lips without thought. "I hope you fly better than you drive."
"Baby you have no idea....." he crooned as he felt her relax enough for him to slide her jeans down her legs.
God she was damn near naked, just her panties in between her and this man who had stolen Dork and changed him into some strange mixture of God and nerd. She needed to center and fast, she needed to put him in his place now, but God help her she wasn't sure how. Her eyes slammed closed as she started counting. That always worked, that always helped her calm down. Numbers would do it.. Numbers could help. 1..2...3....her eye cracked open only to encounter a dark visage that was intent upon her very soul. 4....5.....6...
He watched her warring with herself....he’d just about bet she was doing that count to ten thing to gather control. Still the same ole stubborn Mel that's for sure.. All he had to do was get thru that cold exterior.... his leg came back over her and parted her thighs quickly; he rolled himself between them and dipped his head to taste her belly button, his tongue laving the dip.
He hooked his thumbs in the sides of her panties and as his mouth trailed from her stomach down he slowly peeled them down her hips. His breath hovered over the very core of her, the heat of her scent inflaming his senses to the point he had to close his eyes and reign in his urge to dive in.
She mumbled softly, her body running traitor to her thoughts as she continued to count. God that felt good, no.. shit.. can't.. gotta stop .. damn him, what the hell, WHY’S HE down THERE?? 20, 21, 22, .... why wasn't it helping her this time? 23 24 25....
He eyed her from his perch between her thighs She was still fighting him. "Ready to fly Mel?" Not waiting for an answer, he flicked his tongue for a small taste, once... then again.....She was so sweet..... His hands splayed on her thighs and he slowly pressed his tongue against her heat drawing circles as his fingers kneaded her flesh
She couldn't stop the movement of her hips as they moved to meet his lips, couldn't stop the fisting of her hands as they twisted beside her. Hell where'd he learn to do that? That .. Oh God.. count Melanie Jo, count. "Rich....god.. Stop.. I can't.. I don't.. " and when his tongue flicked against the hot hard core of her she stopped breathing for a second, her body refusing to listen to the demands she was making.
He felt her tense, he heard her words and knew she was close. He wouldn't stop, he couldn’t now. He had to show her how it could be, he had to show her how sorry he was.. He had to make her feel him... feel for him....
His hand slid to her heat and his tongue ceased its rhythm only long enough for his mouth to latch onto her bud and suckle gently his finger sliding into her. He plunged it in then back out in perfect time with his mouth naturally sensing the approaching crest.
She couldn't be still, his finger kept moving and teasing her to the point she was nearly sobbing. It felt so familiar, yet so foreign as the memory of his touch blended into a startling moment of clarity. His name fell from her lips as her back arched, and the numbers faded into nothing. All that remained was the feel of those lips and fingers playing over her.
She was in the throes of passion writhing beneath him as he took a moment to quickly rid himself of his clothes.. Coming back to her he towered above her, his face trying to read her thoughts thru her passion glazed eyes. He settled himself between her legs and flexed slightly, rubbing the tip of his cock teasingly over the heart of her. His heart was pounding hard and fast; he wanted to bury himself to the hilt and never come back again.
She sensed the shifting of her body, her eyes opening to him looming over her. Lifting her hand she brushed a knuckle over his cheek, as if to reassure herself he was really there. She knew she needed to do something; it was almost as if he was expecting or looking for something, but she didn't know what.
At her touch he smiled then leaned down to nuzzle her neck before gently kissing her. As his mouth teased her gently he moved himself into position. He pressed into her slowly, savoring every little feeling, her hotness, her wetness, the snug warmth that was her encircling him completely. He'd found heaven again.
Her eyes slammed closed then shot wide open. Jesus that didn't feel like...She squeaked as his gentle motions roared through her system. God help her, Jesus help.. She was going to explode, fly apart, turn to mush, hell she was going to die...
He rolled his hips as he slid all the way home, then set a gentle steady pace. His face was buried in her neck as he nibbled her earlobe and whispered encouraging words to her "Fly with me Mel....thats it...."
She felt her hands move, felt them sliding onto his shoulders, her body beginning to move in some offbeat time with his, and as he nibbled her throat, the first soft moan escaped her, a moan that laid to rest years of doubt and uncertainty, of fear and aloneness, a moan that shouted how Melanie Jo was learning to fly.
"That's it baby," he growled and picked up the pace a notch, one arm going under her knee to raise her leg to his shoulder. He kept time with nature’s pulse over and over bashing any last bit of resistance from her body with each stroke.
She felt it in her toes first, the strangest heat that crept up along her legs and into her very soul. Toes curled and fingers dug in as her brain shattered, her soul melted and the rest of her vanished into some strange heat that had her sobbing his name.
As her body clenched around him he lost control, what little control he still had and grunted with his release. "Oh god... Mel... I," His hands clenched her arms as his orgasm rocked him to the core. He slumped over her, his breathing deep, his mind at a loss for words.
She shivered through the calm, her hands moving to brush his hair back as her head turned into his neck, holding him much like she had fourteen years before, her humor long misplaced rising, "Jesus on a hand-stick, that was no fumble."
His laughter started as a light rumble then gained strength as her words hit him hard. He looked up into her clear amber eyes and smiled. "Welcome back Mellie."
She pressed a kiss to his chin and pulled him closer, her brows waggling, "You’re still a dork, but damn, I think I have to change that definition a bit now."
He laughed and rolled off her pulling her close against him settling her head on his chest "Baby you can call me whatever you want."
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