28. Chapter 28
Dancing with Melanie and holding her against him as husband and wife, made the world seem brighter. They’d eaten and made the rounds talking and receiving congratulations from everyone. Even her parents were excited for them. Her dad had pulled him aside and told him thank you for saving him months of hearing his wife talk about wedding stuff. It made Levi laugh. Now, thankfully, the party seemed to be winding down. A tap on his shoulder, made him raise his head from Melanie’s so he could look behind him.
“Can I cut in?” Andrea asked.
“Of course,” Melanie said with a smile. She kissed him and walked off to go to the bar where her sister and mom were.
He grabbed Andrea’s hand and put his other on her waist. Knowing from experience that she was a better dancer than he was, he hoped she wouldn’t try to make him waltz or something.
“I’m proud of you, Levi,” she said, looking up at him.
“Thanks and thank you for all of your help today.”
She nodded and looked around. “I wish Cindy and Paul could see you now. All grown up and taking the next step in your life.”
“Yeah, me too.” He spun her out and twirled her because he wanted her to smile and not get all sad on him. She didn’t disappoint. When he pulled her back in, he chuckled. “You still got it, Mama A.”
“Of course I do,” she said with a fake scoff. “I just wanted to tell you how happy I am for you again before we take off.” They looked over at the table where Val was rocking Addy while Avrie was sitting on the floor playing dolls with one of Melanie’s nieces. She cleared her throat and looked back at him. “It’s not much of a wedding present, but there’s a suite upstairs for the two of you through the weekend. And if you decide to go on a honeymoon, then I’ll buy your plane tickets too.”
“That’s more than enough. Thank you.” He hadn’t really even thought about any of that. “Any advice?”
“You don’t need it, kiddo. You’ve been doing just fine on your own.” The song ended, and she smiled before giving him a hug. “See you Monday,” she said, pulling away to go over to her wife and kids.
He made his way through the couples still dancing and found Melanie standing by the door talking to Charlie and Charlotte. Apparently they were making their departure because after another round of thank you’s and a handshake, they made their way out the door. They stayed there, talking and wishing everyone a good night as they told them congratulations and wished Melanie a happy birthday. It was close to midnight when they were left standing with just Luna.
“I’d say that was a success,” Luna said and looked around the room. Some of the hotel staff were already cleaning up.
“We can help with the mess,” Melanie said.
“God no,” Luna said, looking at her like she was crazy. “On your birthday and your wedding night, I don’t think so. Speaking of wedding night,” she patted her pockets and eventually found what she was looking for. “This is yours for the weekend along with all the room service you want.”
“What?” Melanie said, taking it but looking at him in question.
“Andrea,” he said with a shrug.
“Wow, that was so nice of her.”
“You want me to have the guys bring your presents up?” Luna asked, pointing at the overflowing table.
“That would be great.”
“Ok, hold on, let me get them and they can go up with you now so we don’t disturb anything later.” She winked and then laughed as she walked away.
Her insinuation was correct because he couldn’t wait to get Melanie upstairs and into bed. “Well, cupcake,” he said, turning to put his arms around her, “How do you feel?”
“Really good. Everything went great, don’t you think?”
“I do. Better than I thought.” Since they were practically alone, he slid his hands down over her ass and whispered in her ear. “I want to take my wife to bed.”
She laughed and hit his chest. Before she could say anything though, Luna came back and started directing her people. He let go of Melanie and held her hand as they headed for the elevator.
After they got the presents settled in the room, Levi ushered the men out and locked the door behind them. He found Melanie in the bathroom, washing her hands and looking at her reflection in the mirror.
“Are they gone?”
“Yeah. You ok?”
She nodded and shut off the water. “Just coming down from the social high.” There was a smile on her face though, so he believed her.
“I know what you mean.” He popped open another button on his shirt and took off his jacket in relief. “Want to shower with me?”
“You know I don’t do shower sex,” she said with a laugh, but came over to help him finish unbuttoning his shirt.
“I didn’t say anything about shower sex. I just wanted to know if you wanted to shower with me.” The idea of doing things in the shower was always way hotter than actually doing it and he knew that. That wasn’t how he wanted their first time as husband and wife to be. “But I feel like I’ve got the germs of fifty people on me from all the hugs and handshakes.”
“Me too. We don’t have any clothes here though.” She pushed his shirt off his shoulders only to run her hands down his chest.
“There are some robes in the closet, and I’ll run home in the morning to grab us some clothes if you want, but I was thinking we might just spend the weekend naked and in bed.” He couldn’t help but laugh when she did.
“You would!”
“How often is it we get such an opportunity? Plus, in this room, youre not the one who has to wash the sheets when we’re done.”
“Levi!”
“I’m just saying, cupcake.” He grabbed her to pull her against his body. “Once I get you in that bed, the only thing you’re allowed to get up for is the bathroom or to get water to stay hydrated.” He pressed their lips together, sliding his tongue in her mouth. Only when she moaned against him did he pull back. “I want to hear more of that,” he whispered and kissed her again.
Finally, when she pulled away to breathe properly, she said, “Get in the shower, but give me your clothes to hang up so they aren’t wrinkly when we go home.” Always the practical one. He stripped and watched her hang the suit up. Then she came over to let him unzip her dress. “Go shower, I’ll be there in a minute.”
He left her to do her thing because he knew she didn’t always like being watched while she undressed. Getting dressed was no problem for her, but taking the clothes off while he watched was an issue. The water was nice and hot and he was practically clean by the time she finally appeared, wearing one of the robes. The other was over her arm and she laid it on the counter for him.
“Do you want to shower alone?” he asked when she still hesitated to join him.
“Kinda. Yes.”
“Ok.” He stepped out of the glass stall and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist. The water was still on and the room was steaming up, but he stopped to kiss her quickly. “Take your time.” They had all weekend. She would feel better when she got out of the shower. Then he planned to put his mouth everywhere and make her turn into a puddle of smiles and moans below him.
It took about fifteen minutes before she came out of the bathroom, dressed in the fluffy robe with her hair tied back in a braid. Maybe it was true that he said it all the time, but she really was beautiful. He sat up, using the blanket to keep his lower half covered and reached out his arms for her to come stand in front of him. He felt like a teenager again with shaky hands and a racing heart. They’d had sex more times than he could count, there was no reason for him to be as nervous as he was.
She put her hands on his shoulders, letting the robe fall open in the middle because it wasn’t tied. “Promise me something,” she whispered.
“Anything.” Whatever she wanted, it was hers.
“That ten years from now, you’ll still look at me the way you are right now.”
“That’s not even a real request because forty years from now, I’m still going to look at you like this, Mel.” Then he pushed the robe off her body, catching it before it could hit the floor. He threw it in the chair by the bed and pulled her closer by the hips. “When Allie said Mr. and Mrs. Warner, all I could think was that there had to be some mistake. No way I managed to snag the hot accountant who’s not afraid to break anyone’s heart.”
She laughed and pushed on his shoulders again. He smirked and leaned back, scooting back onto the bed. “Come lay with me. We can just talk if that’s what you need for right now.” Some of their best sex they’d ever had was after she got all the things off her chest that she needed to. Melanie was one of those people that thought too much. He loved it about her, but sometimes he just wanted to kiss her to make her forget. She surprised him by crawling on top of him though.
“I don’t want to talk.” Her body settled on his before she kissed him hard. The kiss wasn’t the only thing hard, and he rolled them over, pinning her to the bed. They just kissed for a while until he felt her shift her legs. Using that as a good sign, he kissed and sucked on her neck then her chest, stopping to spend time on her big tits. Her nails scraped his scalp when he bit down on a hard nipple. He loved Melanie’s heart, but dear Lord did he love her body.
The softness of her skin, the places on her belly that were squishier than others, the way her hips spread, the tiny and fine hairs on the inside of her thighs, he loved all of it. Knowing she was his and only his forever, made him want to claim every inch of her with his mouth. When he glanced up to see her watching him as he kissed the insides of her thighs, it made his dick pulse with need. This was about her right now though, and he pushed down his own desire.
He got a lot of pleasure from being able to make her come with his mouth and hands. One time she told him that her ex hadn’t ever made her orgasm with his tongue. Apparently she had even quit letting him go down on her because it just wasn’t satisfying. She had never stopped Levi though, and that was something he never wanted to happen. Swiping his tongue against her lower lips, he hummed and gripped her spread legs. She wasn’t sweet or salty; she was earthy and delicious. He craved being able to taste her sometimes. This weekend he would get his fill.
“Levi,” she moaned and pushed on his head. He licked lower, using the tip of his tongue to circle her entrance. It earned him another quiet moan. His wife wasn’t loud in bed. The few times he’d made her cry out without holding back were some of his crowning achievements. But just because she was quiet, didn’t mean that she wasn’t enjoying herself. There were other ways to tell. Like when she closed her eyes and tilted her head back or the way her breathing changed. Sometimes her toes would curl or she would dig her hands into his hair or the sheets. Adjusting his angle, he sucked on her clit and used a finger to do what his tongue had been.
Then he dipped his finger inside, meeting absolutely no resistance. She was so wet for him. It was fucking hot. He added a finger and curled them up, keeping his tongue busy writing the alphabet against her clit. She gasped and clutched at the sheets, pushing her hips down into his face more. It was a clear sign she was getting close. He had to keep himself from smiling so he could concentrate on trying to finish the alphabet. By the time he made it to W she was squeezing his head with her legs. He pushed his fingers back in and sucked hard, she arched up silently, breath catching in her chest as her legs and body shook around him.
Slowly, he let up with the pressure and moved his fingers out only to go back inside one more time as she collapsed down on the bed. Her eyes were still closed and her breathing erratic when he wiped his chin on the sheet so he could kiss his way up her body. “So sexy,” he said against her chest, kissing her tits one more time.
“You have a very talented tongue.” She pulled his hair until they could see each other and he leaned down to kiss her.
“It’s yours any time you want it.” And he really meant that.
One of her hands stroked down his side and between their bodies. When it touched the tip of his dick and slid down further, he put his tongue in her mouth to kiss her better. She stroked his length, paying attention to put pressure in those places she had learned made his hips jerk against his will. He wanted to be inside of her so bad, but he was waiting to make sure she was ready. Breaking the kiss, so he could breathe, he put his face in her neck and licked and sucked there while she kept touching him. When she started dragging the tip through her pussy lips, he knew she was ready.
“Fuck your wife, Levi. I need you,” she said into his ear.
He lifted his hips while she guided him where he needed to be, then he pushed in hard, burying himself all the way in. “God, Mel,” he breathed against her neck. Wrapping his arms under her shoulders, he used the leverage to pull her down as he thrust into her. The way her pussy felt around him always made it difficult to last. There had been women he’d been with that he could go hours with and still not come. With Melanie, the way she looked, the way she felt, their connection and relationship, all of it made it impossible for him to go on for long. Sometimes he had to just stop with his dick inside of her and count backwards so he wouldn’t come too soon. One time he tried to explain it to her. She’d said she took it as a compliment that he couldn’t control himself with her. That’s why most of the time, he always tried to get her off first.
“Ah,” she gasped and he felt her squeeze him. “Keep—going. Oh God.” Hearing her like that made him go faster, trying to slam into her because it felt good to go deep. The way she was acting, he thought she might come again. That was a rare occurrence.
“I’m close,” he warned.
“No, don’t, God, so am I.” She tilted her head back, and he sucked on her neck, trying with all his might not to bust. “Please,” she begged. This was new. He didn’t know what she needed.
“Tell me,” he panted.
“Don’t stop.” Then he felt her hand go between them and her fingers rubbing. That was so fucking hot. She’d never touched herself for him before. He squeezed her shoulders and put his head next to hers, breathing in her ear. Her pussy clenched around him and she arched up under him. The feeling made him come while he was in her. “Fuck,” he groaned as his hips twitched against his will. If this was what married sex with Melanie was like then fuck yes.