Chapter 12 #2
"What happened?" I ask, voice rough and low. "Did someone come back? Did someone hurt you?"
She shakes her head, a tear slipping down her cheek.
"No. No one came back," she whispers.
But the way she says it, the broken way the words leave her lips, makes me feel even worse.
"Then what is it, Mel?" I press gently, brushing the wet strands of hair from her face. "Talk to me. Please."
For a second, she just stands there, trembling, struggling for words.
Then she crumbles, pressing her forehead against my chest like she cannot hold herself up anymore.
"It's Tyler," she chokes out. "He got sick again. Really sick."
I freeze, the words hitting harder than any punch ever could.
"He is in the hospital," she continues, sobs breaking free now. "His lungs got infected. They have him sedated. He is back on a breathing machine."
My knees damn near buckle.I pull her tighter against me, wrapping my arms around her small frame.
I wasn't there.
Instead, I was out drinking and laughing like nothing in the world could touch me.
Meanwhile, she was facing this nightmare alone.
"I should have been there," I mutter against her hair, guilt sinking deep into my chest. "I am so sorry, Mel."
She shakes her head again, but I barely register it.
All I can think about is Tyler lying in some sterile hospital bed, fighting for every breath, and Melissa drowning in it all by herself.
"I was there all yesterday and today. The doctor says they aren't taking him off sedation for a while.
They basically kicked me out and told me to go home and get some sleep.
I tried but it was so quiet. I keep trying to figure out what I did wrong.
Keep trying to make this empty feeling go away.
I just needed..." She stops and looks up at me. "I need you."
Every doubt I had in my head, all the warnings that I can't get involved with her, all of it disappears as soon as she says those words.
She says she needs me but I'm already hers.
"I'm here. I swear to you I am." I lean forward and kiss her cheeks. First one than the other. I kiss her eyes. Her forehead. Everywhere trying to erase the pain from her features. It's when my lips brush against hers that the electricity between us transforms into a full on raging fire.
I pull back for a second trying to gauge wether or not I crossed the line but instead of letting me go Melissa pulls me back against her. Her lips press against mine again. A little more pressure than the last but just enough to let me know she wants this too.
My hands slide up into her hair and I gently clench her wet strands between my fingers. Tipping her head back so I have better access to her mouth. Our lips move against each other perfectly. When she moans I slide my tongue into her mouth and taste her.
Sweet like peaches.
I tighten my hold on her, my body tensing and hardening as this beautiful woman moans and whimpers in my arms.
She runs her hands up my sides, under my shirt. Her fingertips caressing my skin before she brings them to the front to run them over my nipples.
I can't stop now. I'm lost.
A deep groan rumbles in my chest as she continues to tease and touch me. I want more. I want all of her right now. Dropping my lips from her soft mouth, I slide my tongue down her jaw and to her neck where I kiss and lick at the sensitive skin.
"Oh, yes." She moans and lets her head fall back farther giving me better access.
In a swift motion, I grab hold of her waist tightly and lift her from the ground, rushing over to the bed. We fall onto the satin sheets, her wet clothes leaving marks on the expensive linen. I don't give a damn.
At once as if we both realize this is really about to happen, our hands start to move in a flurry. She yanks at my clothes, pulling them over my head while I grab for her wet jeans and snatching them down her legs, only taking a second to pull off her shoes first.
Seconds later, we're both wrapped in each others limbs. Skin against skin, kissing and touching as if our lives depended on it.
Pushing her up on the bed, I lick my lips as I start to kiss a trail down her damp skin. My tongue swirling and tasting different parts of her. I'm not in a rush but I move fast. That is until I get down to her hips. Here I'm going to take my time.
"Light...Please." She begs, her hands fisted in my sheets and her chest heaving up and down with her breath.
"I know, beautiful. I know." I feel the same way she does. Fucking desperate.
I haven't been with anyone since I've been spending all my time with Melissa and Tyler. I'm backed up but I know Melissa is the only one to give me that relief.
Pulling her legs apart, I settle myself between them and nearly drool at the sight of her pretty pussy. It's trimmed and glistening wet. Not from the rain but from her desire for me.
I don't have the willpower to tease her for very long. I need a taste. Now.
Flicking my tongue out, I let the very tip run along the slit and her back instantly bows up off the bed. She's not getting away from me that easily. I clamp my hands together around her hips and hold her down while I go to work.
I swirl and flick my tongue against her folds.
Spending time between her opening and her clit.
Back and forth, sucking, nibbling, taking everything she has to give me.
Her body trembles under mine and the sound of my name coming out of her mouth as she pants and whines in pleasure only makes me want to stay down here forever.
Fuck I can get used to this.
"Oh god, I'm close." Melissa whimpers out of breath.
She didn't have to tell me. I can feel her. It's like I already know her body even though this is the first time I'm having her.
She cries out, her whole body tightening under my mouth.
I keep going, pushing her higher, faster, until she shatters with a soft scream, her thighs clamping around my head.
I do not let up until I feel the last wave of her orgasm ripple through her.
Only then do I lift my head, my mouth wet with her, my chest heaving like I just ran a marathon.
I can't help but smile when look up at her.
She is wrecked.
Hair tangled across the pillows, cheeks flushed deep pink, chest rising and falling in rapid little gasps.
She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
And she is mine. At least for right now.
The need inside me roars to life.
I crawl up the bed, my hands gripping the sheets on either side of her body as I move.
Her eyes flutter open and she reaches for me, cupping my face between her small, trembling hands.
"Go slow," she whispers, her voice raw and vulnerable. "It has been years."
The weight of her words knocks the air right out of my lungs.
Years.
She has trusted no one. Given herself to no one.
And she is choosing me.
I nod, brushing a kiss across her forehead.
"I will take care of you, Mel. I promise."
I grip myself, stroking once, twice, trying to calm the raging pulse pounding through my body.
It's useless.
I want her too badly.I need her like I need my next breath.
I position myself at her entrance, feeling the heat of her.
With slow, careful pressure, I start to slide into her.
Her body grips me immediately, tight and hot and perfect.
I grit my teeth and hold still, giving her time to adjust.
"Jesus Christ," I groan, my forehead dropping to hers. "You feel so good, baby."
She wraps her legs around my waist, her nails digging into my back.
I move, just a little, rocking my hips forward an inch at a time.
She gasps but doesn't pull away.Instead, she clutches me tighter.
"You're doing so good," I murmur against her lips. "So fucking good for me."
Finally, I'm fully seated inside her and I almost lose it right then.
No woman has ever felt like this.No woman has ever felt like home.
I kiss her slow and deep, savoring the sweet little sounds she makes as I start to move.
Long, slow strokes at first, every pull of my body dragging a whimper from her throat.
Her hips lift to meet mine, her body trusting me, craving more.
I pull out almost all the way before pushing back in deep, swallowing her cries with my mouth.
We move together, a rhythm that feels natural, like we were made for this.
When I feel her getting close again, I shift, pulling her legs higher around my waist and changing the angle.
Her eyes fly open, dazed and full of heat.
"Light," she moans, her voice breaking.
"I got you," I whisper, thrusting deeper, faster, making sure every inch of her feels me.
She clings to me, her body shuddering under mine.
I kiss her jaw, her neck, her chest, anywhere I can reach, worshiping every inch of her.
I sit back on my knees, lifting her hips with me.
Her back arches, her breasts thrusting forward, and the sight alone nearly undoes me.
I grip her thighs and drive into her, deeper and harder now, feeling the tension coil in both of us.
"You are mine," I rasp, barely holding on. "Say it."
"Yours," she gasps, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes, and that is it.
I come hard, burying myself deep inside her, feeling her clench and pulse around me as she falls apart with me.
I collapse over her, breathing hard, both of us a tangled, sweaty mess on the sheets.
For a long time, neither of us moves.
I roll to the side, pulling her with me, wrapping my arms around her small body like she is the most precious thing in the world.
Melissa drifts off almost instantly, her breath evening out, her hand curled against my chest like she belongs there.
But I stay awake.
Eyes wide open, staring into the darkness.
Listening to the rain.
Holding her tighter.
This wasn't supposed to happen. None of it.
Not her coming to me in the middle of the night. Not the fact that she has become the first woman I ever fucked without a rubber. Not the instant addiction I'm already feeling take root in my soul. I promised myself that I wouldn't do this, not again. But I can't keep on denying this.
Tonight I fucked her like it meant something. Fucked her like I was in love.
That thought scares me more than anything ever could.