Chapter 12 #2
“Tonight and every night—you’re my world.
” Jeff moved away and stood, removing his clothes with efficiency.
Melly watched him avidly, taking pleasure in looking her fill at his body as he revealed himself.
He wasn’t putting on a show for her enjoyment, just undressing as efficiently as he did all tasks but she drank in the sight of his flat stomach, rippled abs and the way her eyes were drawn down his body to the bulge in his pants.
The utilities were the last to go and when his thick cock pulsed as it was freed from the confining fabric and he stroked himself root to tip once, she clenched her thighs involuntarily, trying to soothe the ache at her core.
Holding out her arms she invited him to return to her embrace.
Melly didn’t know what she expected but it wasn’t for Jeff to explore every inch of her with his hands and give soft little kisses to the bruises and red-and-purple marks left by the alien probes.
His touch was healing as he glided his callused hand over her skin, giving enough pressure to feel sensuous without creating pain.
She wriggled and tried to divert him to the places she was aching for him to touch.
“I want to see all of you,” he said. “I want to kiss away every single mark that bastard made, and then I want to be inside you, reclaiming what’s mine. You and I belong to each other, Melisande Jericho, and no one else has any right to touch either of us.”
She felt boneless and like she was flying as he completed his self-appointed healing work.
Then he kissed the hollow at the base of her throat and moved to caress one nipple, swirling his tongue until the bud was a hard bead and then transferring his attention to the other side.
As she arched her back, he slid the other hand over her stomach and between her legs, stroking her soft, wet folds.
Then he moved so he was kneeling where his fingers had been.
After giving her a look burning with intensity, he began applying his tongue to her most sensitive places.
Melly cupped her hand around the back of his head, to keep him at his task and rolled her hips in response to the way he was stimulating her nerve endings.
A wave of sensations flowed over her, pushing pain out of her nerve endings and substituting mind altering pleasure.
He watched her as the orgasm swept through her and even in the throes of the climax Melly found it erotic the way he was taking satisfaction from having her fall apart in front of him. As the tremors eased he moved to cover her, so his cock was positioned at the entrance to her body.
“Are you sure this isn’t too much too soon?” he asked, smoothing her hair away from her face and gazing at her, his eyes narrowed in concern.
Melly hugged him, arching her hips upward to provide easier entry. “Just right. Just perfect. Love me.”
“Oh I do,” he said. Slowly he pushed inside, moving an inch at a time, watching her for any sign of pain or panic.
Melly tilted her hips and did her best to clench around him, exulting in the way he filled her. His hard length stroked every nerve ending in the best possible way. “Harder,” she panted. “Deeper. I need—”
In response he slid the rest of the way in one powerful thrust, granting her requests.
She felt him all the way to her core and the fullness and the connection were balm to her heart.
She ran her hands over his back, relishing the feel of the powerful muscles as he moved, stroking in and out, hard and fast. When he found the angle that was the ultimate, she dug her hands into his sides and gasped.
“There, right there. I can’t—I can’t hold off—” she whispered.
“No need to—let go,” was his answer.
The world slid away from Melly as she was transported by the climax, lifted into a place where it was all light and waves of glorious sensation, anchored the entire time by his cock deep inside her, bonding them together in a way that could never be broken.
At some point she was conscious of his release, as he shook in her arms and groaned her name, as the hot seed meeting her core spurred her to ride the waves again with him.
Melly clung to him as tightly as she could and wished the moment would never end.
She felt so happy and content and loved.
It had been a terrible, long journey to reach this place and time but now, in her husband’s arms she decided it had all been worth the pain.
Of course the world was going to intrude on her happiness soon because there was still the Glastine camp to be dealt with.
Much later, after a long nap curled up together, they got dressed again and Jeff had given her a tour of the house, they were in the spacious kitchen and he poured a cup of synthcaff for her from the big pot Devora kept going at all times.
Melly sipped the refreshing brew and wondered if Devora’s habit was left over from the time when she was a police dispatcher and helped run the sheriff’s office in Rosewater before the outbreak.
Whatever the cause, she was grateful for the amenity.
“The house is amazing,” she said while Jeff poured himself a cup.
He glanced around the kitchen and grinned. “Yeah, way above my pay grade but since there were five of us and the military was paying, I decided to hell with it and ordered the premium model. You’d think we were First Landing First Class sponsors.”
“We’ll need the space, with all of us living here,” she said, amused at his uncharacteristic extravagance. “It was sensible of you.”
“Home sweet home,” he replied, leaning on the counter.
She set her mug on the kitchen table and moved into his embrace. Laying her head on his chest as his arms encircled her she said, “You’re my home, wherever you are, that’s where I intend to be.”
“Likewise, lady.”
They stood together in a frozen instant of time where nothing and no one could touch the love between them and Melly felt truly at home and safe. What she’d said to Jeff weren’t mere words—they were the truth she held at her core and she had no doubt he loved her in the same way.