Chapter 26 #2
“It’s still true, sweetness.” My voice was gruff, and I cleared my throat as I remembered the searing kiss that had followed my declaration thirteen years ago.
We’d been parked in front of her apartment, then, and it had been hell trying to walk her to her door while hiding the bulge in my pants.
I’d forced myself to be content with only a gentle peck on her lips after she unlocked her door, knowing that if it turned hot and heavy again, I’d have blue balls for the rest of the night.
Melanie laughed softly, then leaned over and cupped my chin in one hand.
She rubbed her thumb over my bottom lip, and her eyes traced the movement.
I sat frozen, afraid to even breathe for fear of ruining the moment.
She started to lean forward a little more – or maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part – then seemed to think better of it and gave me a melancholy smile.
She brought her other hand up to her own lips and kissed her index finger, before pressing it to my lips.
“Goodnight, Ryan,” she whispered, then opened the door and stepped out of the truck clutching her dessert in one hand and her purse in the other.
I watched, transfixed, as she slid behind the wheel and pulled out of the lot moments later. Exhaling harshly, I put my truck in gear and headed home to our lonely bed.
Melanie texted me to let me know she’d arrived back at the condo safely about ten minutes after I walked in the door. It was the only time she had initiated contact since the night she’d left, aside from reaching out to let me know that the boys were in town and knew about our split.
Me: Thanks for letting me know. I had a wonderful time tonight. I hope you did, too.
Melanie: I did, thank you.
Melanie: Maybe I should be the one to invite you out the next time, if we’re recreating our courtship?
I thought back to the end of our second date, when I’d been too focused on getting my dick to calm down to remember to officially ask her out again.
I’d called Melanie first thing the next morning, intent on rectifying that oversight.
She’d beaten me to it, asking if I’d like to have dinner the next night, since her parents were taking Tanner to see an animated movie that had just been released.
We’d made out on her couch after dinner like a couple of horny teenagers, and I’d had to recite engineering calculations in an effort to keep from coming in my jeans.
Me: I’d love that. Name the place and time, and I’ll be there. Better yet, maybe you’ll let me pick you up?
My grip tightened on my phone as a few minutes passed before she replied.
Melanie: In keeping with the spirit of our dating do-over, I should cook dinner for you. I don’t really have what I need to make an actual meal here at the condo, but I could come to the house right after work tomorrow to do it, if that’s OK.”
If that’s OK? Why the fuck would she think she needed permission to come home, and in what universe did she think I would turn down the chance to have her here, even for just a few hours?
Me: It’s more than all right, sweetness, and you NEVER have to ask. This is your home and it always will be if I have anything to say about it.
She ignored the awkward turn the conversation had taken and simply asked if lasagna would be all right.
Me: You know the answer to that. I’d walk on broken glass to have your lasagna.
You still have a container of your homemade sauce in the freezer, so I’ll set in in the fridge tonight to thaw.
Tell me what other ingredients we’ll need, and I’ll stop at the grocery on my way home to get anything we don’t have here.
Melanie: Perfect. I’ll text you a list. Mostly the cheese, I think, and the meat.
Me: I’ll pick up something for us to have for dessert, too.
I wanted to have her for dessert, but I was absolutely certain she wasn’t on the menu, and I wasn’t about to push my luck.
As I slid into bed a couple of hours later, dessert was still on my mind. Melanie, not whatever sweet treat I would find at the grocery.
My cock had been half-hard since I’d dropped her off at her car earlier, and that wouldn’t change any time soon if I kept thinking about her like that.
“Fuck,” I ground out as I quit trying to fight it.
I flung the covers back to get them out of the way, then wrapped my hand around my growing erection.
I closed my eyes, imagining Melanie there with me.
I swiped my thumb over the head of my dick, catching the precum beading there, then slicked it down over my shaft.
I couldn’t remember the last time I got off, even with my own hand.
It was probably in the shower, a day or two before I flew to Las Vegas if I had to guess.
My balls were full and heavy, and I spread my legs a little, then pumped my hips in the same rhythm as I pumped my cock.
If my wife were here, I’d have her riding my face as I worked myself over.
I licked my lips, as I imagined it, almost able to taste her sweetness.
The thought spurred me on, and I tightened my grip as I shuttled my hand up and down, adding a slight twist at the top.
I had a vivid memory of the last time I’d had Melanie in this particular position – well over a year ago – with her thighs on either side of my head and her hands gripping the headboard while I fucked her with my tongue.
Her juices covered my face when she came, and when I finished just seconds later, my cum splattered all over her gorgeous ass.
That memory was all it took to send me over the edge.
Suddenly, a tingle raced up my spine, and my balls drew up tight.
I came then, shouting Melanie’s name as my body jerked and shuddered.
Afterward, I lay there for several moments, trying to catch my breath while my cum puddled, and then cooled, on my stomach.
How the hell I had gone for so long without pleasuring her like that, I would never know.
“As soon as she’ll let me, that’s gonna fucking change. She won’t be able to walk, and my jaw will ache for days,” I vowed, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and heading off to the shower to clean up.
I couldn’t wait to see her tomorrow night, even though I knew my balls would be aching by the time she left. I just wanted to have her here, where she belonged.