Her warm cunt hugs my cock, begging me to take her, and I can’t hold it back. She slides backward onto the arm of the couch while I lick her from her neck to her breasts, positioning my tip between her folds. I slip inside of her, gazing into her eyes as we grind together.
Melanie gasps softly. Her knees hug my waist. She locks her ankles together behind my back as I thrust into her slowly. Any faster and it’ll end too soon. This woman. Her warmth. The one thing in this world I can’t live without.
Her hands never stop moving, gliding from my arms to my torso. They rest for a moment on my ass and she digs her nails in, moaning a little louder for me to pick up my speed. I kiss her hard, swallowing her moans as she sucks on my tongue.
She jerks her lips from mine. “Right there,” she breathes. “Oh, god. There.”
I smile. “I know,” I say, flexing to keep up the grind.
“Don’t stop, Robbie.” Her teeth press together. “Right there...”
I cover her mouth with my hand. As much as I love hearing Melanie talk like that, her doing it right now will make me come too fast. I want to feel her come first. I want her pussy to tighten on me and quiver as the muscles run wild. I want to feel that deluge of wet warmth from her lips and I want to see that pleasure pass through her wide-open eyes.
“Robbie...” She moans my name from beneath my hand. “I’m gonna come...”
The tension breaks and I feel that satisfying twitch deep inside of her.
She buries her face in my chest. I wince as she bites down on my skin. The pain sends me over the edge. I come with her. I thrust forward, filling her completely and I stay there. We ride it out, kissing and moaning for each other. Once it’s over, we lie still. Our hearts race. My blood doubles back toward my cock and I feel my erection coming back as she rolls her hips again.
Someone pounds on the door.
“Oh, Rooooobbie!”
Shit.
It’s Val.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Melanie stops and frowns. “Who is that?” she asks.
I think hard for what to say, though that’s never been easy after blowing a load like this one. “Uh…”
“Yoo-hoo! You in there, baby?”
“Baby?” Melanie repeats.
“Not baby. No baby. She’s my neighbor and she, uh…” I cringe. “Well, she’s throwing a party tonight, and I was… gonna go, but—”
Melanie tries to push me off. “Oh, goddammit, Rob—”
“Shh!” I slap a hand over her mouth. “Hold on…”
Her eyes roll but she lies still, listening as Val’s knocks grow even more urgent.
After a minute, Val finally gives up. I exhale with relief at the sound of her loud heels clacking down the hallway.
Melanie forces my hand away from her mouth. “You did have a date tonight!” she says.
“No, I didn’t!” I say. “I was going to the party to help a friend. That’s all.”
She squirms, trying to squeeze out from under me. “A friend who calls you baby?”
“No! A different friend.”
“Well, aren’t you popular?”
I sigh. “Come on, Mel. Don’t be like this.”
“I can’t believe I came out here just to be lied to again.”
“I didn’t lie to you! Can we please just… chill for a second? I’m still inside of you, for Christ’s sake.”
“No, Rob. This is not okay!”
“Yes, it is.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my fucking soulmate,” I say, making her pause. “Nothing else matters to me. You showed up, and I dropped everything to put you first. Isn’t that what I was supposed to do? Isn’t that what a husband is supposed to do?”
Melanie exhales hard. She touches my arm, putting pressure on it until I give in and roll off her. She tumbles off the couch onto the floor, sliding the blanket along with her to cover herself as she stands up.
“Mel, where are you going?” I ask, sitting down.
She reaches into the grocery bags, keeping the blanket pinned to her chest with her other hand. “I need some popcorn,” she says.
“Then, what? Are we going to talk about this or are you going to bail?”
“I don’t know.” She tears the bag open. “We’ll see how I feel after the popcorn.”
I smile as she tosses a handful into her mouth. “Can I have some?” I ask.
She hugs the bag. “No.”
I chuckle. “Okay.”
Her eyes fall to my exposed groin. “Can you please cover yourself up?” she asks, her mouth full.
“Why?” I ask.
“Do you have no shame?”
I grab a throw pillow and place it on my lap. “There,” I say.
“Thank you.”
I watch as she silently munches on popcorn, allowing for the last few minutes to sink in.
Melanie is here. Here with me.
And naked. We’re both naked.
Because we just fucked. On my couch.
Holy hell. It worked.
She’s here because I worked my ass off and got clean for her. I got an apartment and a job and I did it all one day at a time for her. I wanted to show her I could be the man she always wanted me to be.
It fucking worked.
“Rob?”
I blink out of it. Melanie puts the popcorn down on the table and clings to the blanket now wrapped tightly around her body.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“I said I should probably go,” she says, glancing at the windows. “It’s getting bad out there…”
I look outside. Snow tumbles from the sky, practically whiting out the moonlit city.
I shake my head. “No,” I say.
“No?” she repeats.
“No, you’re not going anywhere.”
She sighs. “Rob…”
I stand up, dropping the pillow on the couch. She looks down, but quickly averts her eyes as I cross the room toward her. “You’re not going anywhere,” I say again, stopping in front of her.
Those big eyes quiver as she looks at me. “Robbie, I think we both just need to take a minute—”
“I don’t need another minute.”
“—and think about what we’re doing.”
“I don’t need to think about it,” I say, placing my hands on her hips. She flinches, but she doesn’t move away. “I’m done thinking about it.
