Chapter 8
Willow hadn’t intended to kiss Mel. Something about the woman had drawn her in. Now she stood with Mel pressed perilously against her kitchen table kissing the life out of her. Every alarm bell in Willow’s mind was going off. But their lips were fused together and Willow saw no reason to pull away.
There was an intensity in Mel’s kiss that Willow hadn’t expected. They were both filled with need, taking from, and giving to one another in turn. Willow took Mel’s bottom lip in between her teeth and gave it a tiny bite. Mel didn’t pull away, instead she surged forward more powerfully than before. Mel’s tongue slid inside Willow’s mouth. Willow swallowed a groan at the heightened pleasure growing between her thighs.
Mel’s hands landed on Willow’s hips and pushed her gently backwards. They traveled through the kitchen and down the hallway. Willow pressed Mel against the wall. Her hands slid up Mel’s shirt skimming the sensitive skin underneath. She felt Mel’s body tighten then relax. Willow pulled the shirt over Mel’s head and left it discarded on the floor. She did the same with her own shirt. Mel’s hands slid up her torso to Willow’s breasts. Willow pulled off her bra before unclasping Mel’s. She watched as Mel’s breasts became fully exposed. Mel’s nipples stood erect already.
Willow’s core ached with anticipation. She led Mel down the hallway to her bedroom. Willow gave Mel a gentle push, watching as she fell backwards onto her bed. Willow hooked her fingers under the sweatpants Mel wore, helping the woman take them off.
Willow was usually cautious to a fault. But tonight, she wanted Mel. Willow pushed Mel’s thighs apart. The move earned her a moan from Mel. Willow dropped to her knees at the end of the bed. She kissed her way up Mel’s thigh until she found her center. Mel was already wet as Willow spread her apart further. Mel gasped but pushed her body towards Willow’s waiting mouth. Willow’s lips found Mel’s clit and wrapped around it. She gave a tiny suck and watched as Mel bucked her hips.
Willow’s tongue encircled Mel’s clit, making fast circles. Willow slid two fingers inside Mel curling them at the end. Mel groaned as her orgasm hit her. Willow watched the gentle spasms of Mel’s body and felt a sense of accomplishment. Mel lay back on the bed for a moment, arms spread wide. Willow watched the rise and fall of Mel’s chest. She hadn’t played with Mel’s nipples nearly enough. Next time, she said to herself. Willow pushed the thought away immediately. There was no indication that there would be a next time.
After a couple of seconds Mel sat up on her elbows. She directed her gaze to Willow. Mel’s lips curved into a smirk.
“Why are you still on the floor? Get up here with me,” Mel demanded.
“You’re feeling pretty bossy. I was just giving you a chance to rest,” Willow grinned, she didn’t move. Mel held up a hand and crooked one finger into a come hither motion. Willow’s core couldn’t resist the urge to pull her forward.
Willow slid onto the bed beside Mel. She was surprised when Mel’s hands cupped her face. The gesture was almost too sweet, too intimate. Willow allowed herself to be pulled in for another kiss. She felt Mel’s efforts to pull down her pants and helped by bridging her hips. Her underwear, she took care of herself. Mel’s skin was soft against her own. It had been a long time since she’d been with someone like this. Her mind started to overthink whether she was rushing into something, but Mel’s kiss washed the thoughts away.
Mel didn’t skimp on nipple play. Her fingers toyed with Willow’s nipples, pinching them hard then loosening her grip. Mel palmed Willow’s nipples softly, almost driving her crazy. Willow took the opportunity to spend more time with Mel’s breasts. She placed a hardened nipple into her mouth and sucked. Mel cried out and positioned her body to give Willow more access. Willow gave the nipple another powerful suck.
Mel allowed her hand to glide down Willow’s torso. Mel smiled when she felt the wetness between Willow’s legs. She slid two fingers inside Willow and watched for her reaction. Willow allowed her head to hang back a bit, her mouth opened slightly. Mel thrust inside her again, harder this time. She began making the motion rhythmic curling her fingers as she went. Willow’s moans grew louder. Mel placed her thumb against Willow’s clit. Willow couldn’t stop the build up of pleasure inside of her. Willow’s body was like a coil waiting to unravel. Mel’s thumb brushed her clit one final time. The touch was so gentle that if Willow’s body hadn’t been ready to release, she might not have felt it at all. But Mel knew what she was doing. One small soft touch and Willow plummeted off her cliff. The orgasm was so powerful she fell back onto the bed, her hips slightly in the air. Mel’s fingers thrust inside her one last time, strengthening the orgasm. Her thumb continued to press against her clit, prolonging her pleasure.
It was strange laying in bed with her body pressed against Mel’s. Just hours ago she’d been convinced that she could barely stand Mel as a person. Since lunch, Mel had driven her around searching for her lost dog, given her a flannel shirt to stay warm, helped her cook dinner, and given her some of the best sex Willow had ever experienced. It would seem anything could change over the course of six hours.
“I like this much better than us hating one another,” Mel sighed. Her fingers stroked along the soft skin of Willow’s arm.
“Mmm, me too,” Willow agreed.
“You know we never ate dinner,” Mel laughed.
“Are you hungry?” Willow asked.
“Aren’t you?”
“I could eat. Of course, I have a lot of options as far as what I could eat.” Willow wrapped her arms around Mel and pulled her closer. Mel laughed.
“You can eat me after dinner if you still want to,” Mel teased.
“Ugh, have it your way,” Willow laughed.
They rolled out of the bed and threw clothes back on. Willow wasn’t fully invested in eating, but she did enjoy sipping her wine and watching Mel eat. Willow watched the movement of Mel’s mouth as she smiled at her across the table, and felt a pang between her legs. Willow wondered what would come next for them.
“So do you often go from hating people to having sex with them?” Mel asked with a grin.
“Of course. You wouldn’t believe how many people I have to pick fights with just to keep myself satisfied,” Willow smirked.
“I bet. Sounds exhausting,” Mel said.
“Oh, it is. But I think the results speak for themselves,” Willow laughed.
“I don’t want to ruin this moment of you not hating me. But what do we do now?” Mel asked.
“We eat dinner. Then I guess we decide if we want to have sex again,” Willow stated simply. She didn’t want to over complicate anything. She and Mel were both adults and this could be whatever they made it.
“Okay. But I mean what is this?”
“What is what?” Willow asked. Mel simply gestured to the space between the two of them.
“I don’t know this. What is this? Earlier today I had to beg you for a truce. Now we’re having post-sex dinner. Is that not a little strange?”
“It’s only weird if you make it weird,” Willow offered with a grin. She thought better of her coyness and decided on a more upfront approach.
“I don’t know what it means. It doesn’t have to mean anything. We’re two consenting adults that had a shared moment together,” Willow said simply.
Mel nodded her head but Willow could tell she was less than pleased with the answer. She didn’t know whether she should press into Mel or give her a moment to process. Willow studied Mel from across the table. Mel slid her chair back from the table and it made a loud scraping noise. They both cringed when they heard it. Mel took her plate to the sink and washed it off. Willow would normally have told her not to bother, but she guessed it was second nature for Mel after working at the cafe.
“I think I’m going to head home. Thank you for dinner,” Mel announced politely.
“You don’t have to rush off,” Willow said, she tried her best to add some warmth to her tone.
“I need to let Mase out. And this night is going to be a lot to process,” Mel explained. Willow forced her face not to slide into a frown.
“That’s fair. Do you at least want to exchange numbers?” Willow asked.
“Of course,” Mel smiled.
They exchanged numbers and Willow pulled Mel in for a hug. The contact felt forced. Mel was stiffer than she’d been before. Willow felt her frustration growing. She wasn’t completely sure what Mel wanted, or what she had done wrong. What had she said to make Mel go so cold so fast?
“This was actually a lot of fun. And I’m glad we were able to find Sushi,” Mel said as she walked towards the door. Some of her warmth had returned to her tone and Willow was grateful for the change.
Still, as she watched Mel walk to her car Willow was filled with a sense of regret. She was uncertain how she had lost control of the night in front of her. Willow hadn’t necessarily expected Mel to spend the night. But she had thought that Mel would stay a little longer. Willow had hoped that they might even end up naked in her bed again, this time for longer. But here she was watching Mel drive away.
A growing sadness filled her. Willow had the sudden desire to text Mel, but didn’t want to come across as too clingy. She would wait a few hours and text the woman before bed. Sushi leaned against her leg and Willow looked down.
“I don’t suppose you know what happened?” Willow asked. Sushi only offered a small whine.
Willow busied herself with cleaning up. As she walked down the hallway she remembered the dryer. Willow checked the clothes, everything was dry. At the very least she’d have returning clothes as an excuse to see Mel again. Willow caught herself smiling at the thought of seeing Mel again. She balked at herself.