I pressed my lips on her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to her shoulder. The morning sunlight flooded into our bedroom through the window. I pulled her onto her back, my lips brushing down her chest to her lacy panties. My cock pulsing and aching to be inside of her. But she was right. We didn’t have enough time.
So, instead, I spread her legs, rested her thighs on my shoulders, hooked one finger into her underwear, and pulled it to the side. My mouth found her clit, my fingers pushing into her tight pussy.
She thrust her hand into my hair and tugged. “Oh God …” she whimpered.
I added another finger, pumping them faster into her as I flicked my tongue against her clit.
“More. Faster. Don’t stop.”
I pressed my cock into the mattress, imagining how good it’d feel to be inside of my girlfriend’s wet pussy, how easily it’d slide right in, how deep and warm it’d be inside, and groaned against her.
She moved her hips back and forth, but I held her still and flicked my tongue against her clit. God, I loved the way her body reacted to me. Since the first night we’d spent together, I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted as much as I could get, wanted to taste her whenever I had the chance, to fill her, to make her feel so good that she couldn’t stop herself from screaming my name.
Her legs trembled against my shoulders. My fingers pumped in and out of her, my tongue moving effortlessly against her clit. My cock was so fucking stiff from me watching her move.
She stared down at me, lips parted and eyes glazed over with lust. I stuck my other fingers into her mouth and watched her suck them as if she were sucking my dick.
When she tightened around me, I curled my fingers inside of her, letting my thumb hit her clit. She screamed out my name, her body trembling, her pussy pulsing over and over on me. Fuck, she always looked so damn sexy when she came this hard for me.
I ground my hips into the bed and pulled my fingers out of her. She took a deep breath, pressed a kiss on my lips, and disappeared into our bathroom for a quick shower. I rested against the bed, breathing heavily, my hand stroking my cock through my briefs. I’d wait to come later when we had more time and when I was inside of her.
Mia took a quick five minutes, throwing herself together—the fastest I’d ever seen a woman get ready. It took a good hour for Melissa and even longer for Linda to do anything. She gave me a kiss and left for the hospital.
After my shower, I readjusted my tie in the mirror, grabbed my keys and wallet, and opened the front door to go to work. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Melissa walking up the sidewalk toward me.
I glanced around, looking for any sign of Linda but not finding any. While I didn’t want to be late for work, I couldn’t pass up this opportunity to try to talk some sense into Melissa about Mason.
When she reached me, she frowned. “You’re about to head to work, aren’t you?”
I opened the door wider and let my briefcase slip off my shoulder and onto the ground. Mia wanted me to repatch things with Melissa, was willing to deal with Mason’s stupid fucking messages. And I wanted to talk. We had never spent this much time apart, and I hated it.
“I have time.”
She awkwardly stepped into the house and frowned at Mia’s flip-flops by the front door. “So,” Melissa said, walking up the stairs and glancing around the house, as if she expected it to look any different, “how’s everything going?”
“Are you asking how I am or how things are with Mia?” I asked, following her to the kitchen.
After eyeing a banana on the counter, she sat down at the kitchen table.
I placed the banana on the table in front of her and nodded toward it. “Eat it.”
She peeled it and took a deep breath. “Both.”
I leaned against the counter, fingers gripping the edges. “Mia and I are doing really good.” I parted my lips, unsure if I should say what I wanted to say next, but I did anyway because Melissa would find out sooner or later. “We’re serious about our relationship, Melissa.I’mmore serious than I have been with any other woman.”
Melissa stayed quiet. She didn’t want to hear this, but she needed to.
“I plan to spend the rest of my life with her.”
Melissa’s eyes widened, yet she still didn’t say anything.
“But I’m not going to move forward with her until you and I are good,” I said, my chest tightening up. “Because it sucks around here, not getting to see or talk to you.”
She frowned and stared at the ground. She looked like she wanted to say something, and I wanted to beg her to get on with it, to tell me that she missed me too, to tell me that she had remorse—even the slightest bit—for what she’d done.
But instead of apologizing, she asked, “You love her a lot, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I said. “But I love you too. You’re always going to be my girl, Melissa. Just because I’m dating someone doesn’t mean that I’m not going to treat you how you deserve. But you being my daughter doesn’t mean I’m always going to go easy on you either. I want you to grow, be the person, student, worker I know you can be.”
