Chapter 40 Melanie
MELANIE
Iwoke to the soft melody of birds chirping outside, my eyes fluttering open as a crisp winter morning filled my senses.
Though I was still wrapped in warmth, I could almost smell the cold, fresh air, and the thought alone brought a small, wistful smile to my lips.
I found myself hoping that this Christmas would be dusted in snow.
It had been so many years since I’d seen it.
Since I’d felt the quiet magic of a white Christmas.
Just the thought sent a giddy rush through me, like a child experiencing the season's wonder for the first time. A childlike joy I hadn’t been able to hold onto for as long as I should have.
I felt the bed shift as Nick rolled over and cuddled me. “Good morning,”
“Good morning,” I said. Loco jumped on the bed to join in the morning greeting, and for a split second, it felt like we truly were a real family.
I was thankful it was Sunday, since the restaurant was closed on Sunday, which meant we could sleep in and I could spend some time with my mom. After last night, I think we all could use a day off.
“Is this the first time we’ve woken up in my bed together?” He murmurs, his voice heavy with the weight of sleep.
“It is,” I said, and the thought occurred to me, Did his breath smell in the morning? Because I couldn't smell it. But then again, he was talking into my long blonde hair.
“How about that, we’ve been married for almost a month and we haven’t even slept in the same bed yet.”
“Probably why the marriage is working out so well,” I say with a playful grin.
He smacked my butt, earning a giggle out of me. “Once I find out you snore, it’s over with,” I said.
Nick’s strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me onto him with effortless warmth.
As I gazed down at his beautiful face, a wave of realization hit me—he was still here.
Through everything, he had stayed. And on my finger, his ring gleamed liked a quiet promise, a reminder that I was his, and he was mine.
“You’re probably the one who snores.”
“Excuse me, soldier, I don’t snore.”
“Mr. Consele,” he leaned up and bit my lip, thrusting his hips against my pelvis, causing me to lose my balance and lean down onto his bare chest. He slowly pushed his erection in between my thighs, groaning as he did.
“My mom is downstairs.”
“And?”
“And she will hear us. If you want morning sex, then we need to get a house with walls. You’re loud.”
“No, you're the loud one.”
I tipped my head to the side in agreement. “Ya, true.”
“I could always just put tape around your mouth.”
“Then how would you kiss my lips, that you seem to love so much.”
“I do love your lips, but I think I'm in love with these lips more.” He inserts a finger into my pajama pants and rubs my folds until he comes to the center of my pussy and circles my clit.
“Nick,” his name came out raspy
“Yes, Mrs. Consele?”
Still turned on from last night in the parking lot, my clit throbbed with the subtle gesture that was happening in my panties.
“If you don’t stop, you know what will happen.” I panted.
“Do you want me to stop?” The pressure with his finger tips became harder and faster as he continued to rub my clit in a circular motion, grinding his cock against my panties.
“I–I.” I was so damn turned on that I think I might cum if he continued.
“I can’t hear you,u princess.”
Slipping a finger inside my drenched pussy he groaned quietly, sounding like a little lion.
“Fuck,” He teased my clit “You’re so wet.”
I began grinding my hips against his hands as he fucked me with them. Slick noises filled the bedroom. I wanted to cum so bad, but at the same time, I was worried we would wake my mom.
“I want to feel you.” The words come out on instinct. Not thinking. I was on the verge of cuming, so I knew as soon as he thrusted inside me, I would unravel.
“Anything for my princess.” He whispers in my ear. I quickly pulled my pajama pants off along with my panties, and then brought the sheet above my bottom half just in case. Slowly slipping onto his hard cock, we both let out a soft groan.
I placed a finger over my lips, signaling for him to be quiet. I slowly circled my hips around and around as he circled my clit. We rocked gently to the rhythm of our bodies.
He reached underneath my shirt and grabbed one breast as he ran a hand in my hair. I tipped my head back as the feel of him inside me felt familiar now. Making me feel at home, making me feel whole.
“I’m so close.” I whispered as I began to speed up the pace, grinding on his cock.
He brought a hand to my neck and brought me closer to his face and said, “Don’t stop until you cum on my cock.
” Then his lips claimed me, and it was all too much.
Him inside me, I felt him everywhere, all around me.
my body, my mouth, my mind and my soul, and I fucking loved it.
Within seconds, my orgasm erupted inside me, and I moaned into his mouth as we kissed through my orgasm.
Once he felt my pussy walls clench, he turned me over and let me ride out the sensations igniting every nerve of my body down to my toes.
Then, using my arousal as lubricant, he started to thrust fast and hard, placing a hand over my mouth so I wouldn't make a sound. He pounded into me, and as hard as he tried to stay quiet, I could still hear the tiny grunts he made with each thrust. Thankfully, the bed wasn’t right up against the wall right now.
Nick continued to ram into me, and I saw every muscle of his body clench as he got closer and closer.
I reached up to cover my mouth over his, but he swatted it away, leaned down on me, bit my shoulder while still covering my mouth, and he came inside me. Filling me up with his warm cum.
His body went limp on top of me, and that’s when I knew he was done. I felt his dick twitch inside me and I couldn't help but wonder how we got here. Each time we did this, it made me feel more connected to him. More desired by him. It made me feel like this wasn’t fake anymore.
Slowly lifting on top of me, he says.
“See, we don’t need a bigger house.”
Shaking my head side to side, I smiled up at him.
As soon as he pulled out of me, my world felt smaller and emptier.
He got up to grab his shirt off the floor and handed it to me.
“Now, let's clean up so we can ask God to forgive our lustful minds.” He smiled that delicious, coy smile I loved of his, and if I went to hell loving Nick Consele, then hell couldn’t be all that bad.
“You know, I’ve never been to a confession. I think now would be a good time to go,”
“We’re married, so this is probably the only fuck God approves of.” Nick says, as he slips his boxers back on, making himself decent again before we go downstairs to clean up in the bathroom.
“We’re married on paper. God knows our hearts.” I said as I grabbed my panties underneath the sheets.
Nick slips his t-shirt on,a nd I’m hypnotized by his beautiful body all over again. “Then God must be blind.”
My heart sprang to life at his words. Was he saying his feelings for me were real? Stunned, I blinked rapidly, chanting in my head that I'm not hearing things.
Nick wraps his arms around me, “But if you would like to confess to the priest, then go ahead. You did just fuck me while your mom was downstairs.”
I swat at his arm. “Shh, she might hear you.”
“Hearing me say what we just did versus actually hearing it, is the least of our worries.”
“Let’s go clean up, smart ass.”
Shaking my head, I started walking down the steps, and Nick followed. I was surprised to see my mom up and Adam sitting on the porch. Either she was already up, or she heard us and decided to go outside and drink a cup of coffee.
“I will ask her if she wants to go to church with us.”
“Okay, I’m going to jump in the shower.” He kisses me on the forehead, and when he pulls away, we both pause.
Our eyes flickered back and forth. Did he mean to do that, or was that for show?
But then again, my mom’s back was turned to us.
So, no one was looking. No one has been looking, and I've noticed over the weeks he’s made tiny gestures like this in private, and it’s like the lie we’re telling has been reversed.
We are lying to ourselves, not others, now.
“If you want to join me.” He says, breaking the silence. “You know where to find me.” He winks and walks off. Ignoring the elephant in the room, like we always do.
I take a deep breath and open the sliding glass door.
“Morning, Mom,” I say as I close the door behind me.
My mom looks up and over her shoulder. “Morning, sweetie.”
“How ya feeling?”
She holds up her cup of coffee. “Trying to come back to life.”
I sat next to her. “Thank God I ate something last night or I would feel like death today.”
I chuckled to myself. “Yeah, I know the feeling all too well.”
We both sat in silence as we stared off into the distance. The chilled winter sent goosebumps up my arms, so I rubbed them gently. “Nick grew up catholic, so going to church is important to him on Sunday. I want to support him as his wife, so I’ve been going with him.”
Her eyebrows shot up, eyes sparkling with excitement.
“You can come if you want. It may be good for you.”
A grin spread across her face as she let out a breathless laugh. “Ya, I think you’re right. I could use some Jesus in my life right now.”
My mom and I used to go to church all the time when I was younger, but when she married Richard, he never went since he probably believed in drinking babies blood like a lot of those wackos in Hollywood.
Turning my mom away from her own beliefs.
I hated how my mom was so weak and she never influenced Richard to change for the better.
It was always the other way around. My step dad changed my mom for the worst. But I guess that’s what the Devil does: makes you become the worst version of yourself.