2. Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Cameron
By the looks of my house this morning, I can see the party was an epic success. Luckily, everyone left last night. I'm not feeling horrible, nothing a couple of aspirin and a large glass of water won't help take care of. After walking through the house and yard, I see we don't really have a lot of cleanup today. I saw my sisters-in-law cleaning up things last night. They are so good to Mel and me. Thinking of Melanie, I walk back into the house and head to what will be our bedroom, where she is still asleep.
Taking off my shirt, I climb back into bed. I pull her into my arms and take in a deep breath of her hair; it smells like suntan lotion. She says it's paradise coconut, but it's just the beach to me.
“Why are you sniffing me?” Melanie asks in a sleepy voice.
“Because you smell wonderful, like a tropical beach, just like where we'll be spending our honeymoon,” I say into her hair.
“Great, wait and sniff there. I'm sleeping.”
“I'm wide awake. I walked the house and yard and there doesn't look like much to clean up, thanks to Debbie and Connie.” I kiss the back of her head.
“They are a dream. Remind me to tell them thank you when I get up.” Melanie enunciates the “when I get up,” part.
“You should wake up. Mom will be here in a while to pick you up. And we wanted to eat first.”
“She isn't coming till this afternoon and I'm not hungry yet,” Melanie says, yawning.
“Well, then maybe there's something we can do to help work up an appetite.” I sweep her hair aside and kiss her neck.
“Cameron, I'm sleeping,” she whines at me.
“Ah, okay.” I kiss her ear and bring my hand up to her breast, slowly massaging it. I know when waking up, Melanie likes things slowly until she's turned on and ready.
Maneuvering her so her back is flat against my chest, I slide my other hand under her, taking her other breast, matching the massaging movements of my other hand.
“Cameron, are you really wanting to do this now?” she says into her pillow, which she brought with her when I slid my arm under her.
Bringing my pelvis close to her ass, I rub my hard cock back and forth. Even through the clothing, she can feel how hard I already am.
“I guess that's a yes,” Melanie giggles quietly. “I thought we were going to sleep in. What brought that on this early?”
Kissing her ear, I run my tongue over her lobe, then lean close and whisper directly into it.
“You caused it. You sleeping here in bed looking so damn beautiful made me hard. I can't help it if you do this to me.” I rub against her for added effect. My thumbs brush against her nipples, which are getting hard.
“Cameron, couldn't we sleep some first?” she asks with a playful lilt to her voice, and I know she's into it.
Taking both hands and placing them directly on her breasts so they cover both nipples, I increase my pressure while rubbing the inside of my palms across her hardening nipples. I can see them through the tank top she's wearing.
“Your breasts don't want to sleep. They want to play. Should I check other places?” She doesn't say anything, nor does she stop me when my hand grazes against her as I slide it into her boyfriend's shorts. My fingers keep sliding until I'm even with the lips hiding her opening. I take my middle finger and ever so gently wiggle it inside the lips, bringing my pointer finger with it. I put pressure on my fingertips and start rubbing back and forth as I slide them into position on her clit. As soon as I find the right spot, Melanie moans and opens her legs more while pushing against me.
“Clit wants to play too,” I say sultrily into her ear. Melanie's ears are sensitive, and she loves it when I talk softly into them. It's almost an instant turn-on for her.
“Ahh, you don't play fair,” Melanie moans as I keep the movement going on her clit.
“Want me to stop?”
“No,” she breathes out heavily.
I keep one hand massaging and playing with her nipple while my other hand picks up speed, rubbing her clit. Meanwhile, I'm breathing short breaths into her ear. Melanie tightens up and stretches her legs out, a sign she's close to her orgasm. I put more pressure on both her nipples and clit, bringing her over the edge. Her legs clamp shut, trapping my hand in place as she wiggles around, riding out her orgasm. When she's done, I pull my hand out and lick my fingers.
“I love how you taste.”
“Eww. You're gross,” she teases. “Shit, now I have to pee.” Melanie pulls away as she moves to get out of bed.
“Now?” I let her go.
“Yes now, you're the one who woke me up without letting me go first,” she says as she hustles into the bathroom. Soon I hear the toilet flush and then the shower starts.
“What are you doing? I thought we were going to have sex,” I called over the shower. Melanie appears in the doorway and leans against the door. She's naked.
“Any reason why we can't do it in the shower?” She smiles, turns, and walks back into the bathroom.
I'm out of bed and into the bathroom before she can get into the shower. Sliding my pajama pants off, my cock springs forward, equally thrilled to be released and for what's to come.
Melanie steps into the shower. She's facing the showerhead as she turns the knob to the rain setting. One thing I loved about this house was the shower. It's more than big enough for two people and has a showerhead that you can adjust the water flow.
I step against her back and wrap my arms around her front. She turns and faces me, bringing her hands up to push her hair out of her face.
“I'm marrying you tomorrow,” I kiss her.
“You bet your ass you are.” Melanie takes both my ass cheeks in her hands and squeezes them tight, then playfully slaps one.
“Is that how you want to do this?” I look down at her. She takes her bottom lip into her mouth while blinking those big doe eyes.
“Why Cameron, whatever do you mean?” She swats my ass again.
In one swift movement, I push her against the wall, taking both her hands and raising them above her head, pinning them against the wall with my hand. My right knee is between her legs, moving them apart. My other hand is between her legs, rubbing back and forth on the lips of her opening. Melanie moans. I look down at her and see her eyes are closed. When Melanie is in the mood for rough, she likes to be dominated, and I'm happy to comply. Leaning into her, I press my hard cock against her belly as I lick her neck, sucking on it as I do.
“Cameron, don't leave a mark. I'm wearing my hair up tomorrow.”
“Tough, if there's a mark, wear it down,” I instruct her. “I like it down better, anyway.”
“But it looks better up with my dress.”
Moving close to her ear, I growl into it. Melanie moans and I feel her hard nipples rub on my chest. She knows this means I don't want to discuss things right now. I want to fuck, and that's exactly what we're going to do.
“Down is good,” Melanie whispers between quick breaths. She knows what's coming.
“Down is good. Do not move your hands.” I command as I drop to my knees in front of her. Pushing her legs even farther apart, I bend my neck and drive my face between her legs, using my hand to open her lips, my tongue and nose driving into her.
“Damn!” Melanie calls out.
“Don't move,” I pull my face out and say, then bring it back in, only this time I move my face up to her clit while I push three fingers into her.
“Oh my,” Melanie moves her waist as soon as my fingers are fully inserted.
I slide my tongue on her clit as I push my lips in, putting pressure on the area. I take my other hand and place it on her chest. She knows this means not to move.
I keep fingering her, sliding my hand in and out while hooking my fingers forward as I reach the peak of their entry. I push them in harder, trying to connect with her g-spot. I shove them in so that Melanie raises up on her tiptoes and I find my target. At the same time, I push my face in and nip her clit with my teeth. Melanie cums and cums hard on my face, her legs pressing me on both sides. She bucks and moans as she rides wave after wave of her climax. As soon as she stops riding my hand and face and her breathing slows some, I stand and take her hands.
“Good girl for not moving,” I kiss her cheek as I tell her.
I move her over to the built-in corner bench. I place her hands on the bench, bending her over so her ass is facing me. Reaching to the water flow knob, I change it to soak so the water is flowing on Melanie more. I don't want her to be cold and not enjoy me fucking her from behind. She looks so hot all wet, with her hair hanging on both sides of her face.
I pull her legs farther apart, allowing me to bend at the knees and line myself up with her. Reaching in, I put my cock right at the entrance to her pussy. Looking at her to make sure her hands are on the tile of the seat, I drive myself balls deep into her. Melanie lets out a scream of pleasure and shock, but then pushes back against me for the next thrust. I continue to drive myself into her, my balls smacking against the top of her pussy. The feeling of them smacking her only drives me into her harder. My hands hold her hips in place as I use them to drive myself deep. Melanie is now grunting with every thrust. She has braced herself with one arm against the wall and one on the seat.
“I'm so close,” Melanie yells as she pushes back. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back so her back has a nice arch as I pound into her soaking pussy.
“Oh, oh, OH!” Melanie's inside walls spasm around my still pounding cock. The tight, pulsating feeling is almost like she's trying to pull the sperm from my balls. I hold out for three more thrusts, then explode into her, releasing a screaming moan of my own as I push myself in as far as I can. I'm panting. Melanie is panting as the water continues to cascade over us.
Releasing her hair, I pull myself out of her.
“I hate that part,” she says as I help her stand up.
“Me too.” I kiss her cheek. “Maybe we should shower now before we run out of hot water.”
“Better yet, before your mom arrives. You know she's always early.”
We are out of the shower, dressed, and eating bagels when mom shows up to whisk Melanie off to their house.