“Too much?” I ask, withdrawing a little.
But she wiggles her hips to take me deeper. “No, it’s good. Right there. You hit a spot . . .” Her breathing hitches, and she jerks her hips against me again.
“Yeah?” I ask. “There?”
“Yeah,” she moans, bucking against me. “There. Yes, Luke . . .”
I’d planned to take things slowly this morning, but that’s turning out to be impossible. Melissa’s setting the pace now, jerking her hips so her clit rubs my fingers. She’s tight and slick and sweet, and it’s probably the hottest sex I’ve ever had.
Melissa cries out as she finds her release, and I rub her clit as she rides out her orgasm. I was already on the brink, and I come after a couple more thrusts.
After taking care of the condom, I stretch out beside her. “I love listening to you come.”
Her brow furrows adorably. “Was I loud?”
I fight to keep a straight face. “A little, yeah.”
“Do you think your neighbors heard?”
“Maybe,” I tease, because I can’t help myself. “They’re probably jealous.”
“Really?” she asks anxiously.
“Sure,” I deadpan. “And Janine—you know the neighbor you heard the other night, on the phone? She’s kind of nosy, so she might knock on the door, make sure I’m okay. I’ll just explain that I hit a spot that you liked a lot, and?—”
“Luke,” Melissa rolls her eyes when she finally realizes I’m teasing her. “I’ll try to be quieter next time.”
“Please don’t,” I tell her. “I love the fact that you’re loud. And the walls are thick enough that the neighbors can’t hear.”
“But if they do?”
I shrug. “I’ll explain that I hit a spot you liked a lot.”
“Luke!” she chides again. Her cheeks are red, and it’s incredibly cute.
“Yeah?” I say. “Are you up for breakfast? I can do Eggo waffles or Cheerios, or there’s a great bakery a block away. I can pop out and grab muffins or something.”
“What time is it?” she asks.
I glance at my watch. “Seven-thirty.”
“I should get my kids.” She scrambles out of bed, scoops her clothes up off the floor, and starts pulling them on.
“I can make breakfast really quickly,” I tell her, as I throw on a shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I’m not ready for her to leave yet. “The Eggos will take less than two minutes, or the Cheerios are pretty much instant.”
Melissa smiles but shakes her head. “Thanks, but I should go. I need to go home and shower?—”
“I have a shower,” I suggest hopefully.
“But I still need to change,” she says with a laugh. “I can’t show up at my parents’ in the same clothes I wore to dinner last night.”
“I guess not.”
“And I have to take Claire to the store to get Bristol board, she has to do this ecosystem project for school. Then this afternoon Liam has a playdate with a friend from preschool, so?—”
“I get it, Melissa. You have to go.” I like that she makes her kids a priority.
“Yeah. But maybe we could do something next weekend?” she asks. “It’s Troy’s weekend with the kids, so I’m driving them to Toronto Friday night.”
