“Sorry.” Melanie shielded away and leaned back in the couch.
“Never be sorry about devouring pizza, love.”
I turned my attention back to the movie she’d picked out. It was a romantic comedy; one I’d never seen and wasn’t fully paying attention to but she loved it. Hearing her laugh when it was funny or sigh when a sweet moment happened was all new to me and I loved getting to see this side of her.
“I’m completely full now.”
I looked over to the pizza box in front of Melanie, seeing that over half of the pizza was gone. I’d only gotten three pieces into my mouth and here she was showing me up. She was sinking into the couch, with her hand on her stomach and eyes closed. She looked at peace in that moment, so I picked up the boxes we had and put them in the fridge.
They’d make the perfect breakfast in the morning. That was, if Melanie stayed the night.
I knew where the night normally headed at this time and that was either with her leaving and going home to Amelia or staying here with me in my bed. I would be fine with either but having Melanie here, in my condo, all I wanted to do was pull her into my room and truly show her just how much I wanted this to go further.
I walked back to the living room, seeing Melanie once again engrossed in the movie. She was mesmerizing to stare at as I leaned against the wall. I had no idea how long I’d been standing there until Melanie looked over at me.
A smile crept across her face as she stood and walked over to me. She placed a hand on my chest, flexing her fingers against the fabric of my shirt.
“What are you staring at?” Her voice was coy, since she knew exactly what I was staring at. It was her. Her eyes batted up at me as she took her bottom lip between her teeth.
Yeah. She knew what she was doing and I knew I was good as fucked.
“Nothing, love.”
I plastered a smile on my face and then leaned down, placing my lips against hers, just like I had earlier today at the museum. This time there would be no interruptions and I think Melanie got the hint with that, too.
Her arms wrapped around my neck and crushed her lips against mine. Her hands ran down my neck, back to my chest and then found the hem of my shirt. Her fingers played with the ends before they took the leap and found their way underneath, grazing my stomach.
“Love,” I moaned out as her fingers trickled up my chest.
“Shhh,” she quieted me with her lips again and I mimicked what she was doing by taking my hands and sliding them underneath her sweater. She was soft against my fingers and I lazily rubbed against the skin on her back, leading toward her bra. I let my fingers linger against the fabric for a second before Melanie pulled away.
She looked up at me with silence and a fire in her eyes.
I tried to close the gap between us but Melanie lifted a hand to stop me. Where I thought she might tell me this was moving too fast or that she wanted to go home, she lifted the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head, revealing the soft skin I’d just been touching.
She had a natural glow to her skin that radiated when she exposed it.
Where she seemed confident a moment ago, it seemed like she was shying away, placing an arm around her waist as she stood half naked in front of me. I immediately took my shirt off, exposing myself just as much as she was and finally closed the space between us.
My hand reached out to move her arm and she let me hold it as I moved my other hand to her, tracing along her stomach and up between her breasts. She was stunning in the way she looked and I wanted to see more.
I reached out, putting my arms under her and lifting her up where her legs wrapped around my waist.
We didn’t need to say a word as I led us to my room. I laid her down on the bed and when I pulled away, Melanie went to reach for the buttons on her shorts but I stopped her.
“Let me.”
It was the first time either of us had spoken since we’d started this journey and hearing my voice, I knew she could tell how turned on I was. My cock was straining against my jeans, ready to come out and show her how much it wanted her.
I reached for her shorts, popping the four buttons it had and sliding them down her legs. When I looked back up to her, she’d already taken off her bra and was sitting up in just her pink lace underwear. It had matched the bra she threw onto the edge of the bed.
“You look stunning,” the words spilled from my mouth and I meant them. Looking at Melanie fully exposed to me was breathtaking. From seeing the scar on her stomach from where she must have had a c-section when she had Amelia, to the way her breasts weighed down on her chest, from most likely breastfeeding Amelia. She looked gorgeous in her own skin and I wanted to show her just how much I appreciated the gesture of letting me see this side of her.
She sat up and pulled herself closer to the end of the bed.
“Let me.” Melanie reached for the button on my pants, sliding her hand down the front, rubbing against my boxer briefs, feeling the outline of my cock. Her breath hitched when she reached the tip. That’s when the frenzy started. She gripped the top of my jeans and pulled them down, along with my boxers.
My jeans sat at my ankles as Melanie ogled my cock that was directing itself straight toward her.
