“I do want the same thing!” she says. “But what I want and what actually exists haven’t always meshed well.”
“I know.” I ease closer. “And that’s my fault. It was all my fault.”
She tenses as my lips touch her neck. “Robbie,” she whispers. “We shouldn’t—”
I kiss her, enveloping her lips with mine.
Give us another chance, I want to say.
Let me prove it to you.
Melanie kisses me back before I can say it. She lets go of the blanket and it falls to our feet as she cups my face and pulls me closer. I wrap my arms around her, bracing her against me as I blindly guide us into my bedroom.
I’ll say it later.
Thirteen
Melanie
When I considered how I would ride out this snowstorm, I didn’t think on Robbie’s face would be an option.
But when life gives you lemons, sometimes you just have to make do with what you have, am I right?
Even if that includes moaning like crazy while your ex’s stubble scratches your inner thigh as he goes to town on you.
C’est la vie.
I let my fingers roam through Robbie’s thick hair, guiding him exactly where I want him to be. Not that it’s entirely necessary; he remembers what I like. Over half a year since we’ve been horizontal like this and the man still knows how to get me off with a few flicks of his tongue.
I shudder as a pleasure wave travels from my core to my toes. They curl, practically digging into the flesh of his back, and Robbie sucks my clit harder in response.
“Fuck!” I shout, nearly out of breath.
He chuckles, sending vibrations through me as his tongue plunges inside.
I grab the bedsheets. I tighten my entire body. I bite down hard to keep from screaming like a wicked animal.
Shit, this is bad.
Well, not bad as in quality, but bad in the naughty sense.
Is this really what I should do right now?
Body says yes, but my brain says… okay, also yes.
Just shut up and ride, Melanie.
I dig my nails into his scalp. “I’m gonna…” I take a breath. I quiver. I moan even louder. “Robbie, I’m gonna— “
He stops.
The son-of-a-bitch actually stops.
“Hey—” I gasp. “Don’t—”
“Shh,” he whispers, his sinister lips pressed against my thigh.
“No, seriously, I’m like there.”
“I know.”
I sputter between breaths. “Then, why would you stop?”
He laughs. He kisses my inner thigh, then kisses the other one, mere inches away from my tender, throbbing, going to explode at any moment, clit.
“Because it’s fun,” he says.
I collapse on the bed. “Unbelievable.”
He purses his lips and blows out. The air strikes my bud and I mewl from the frustration. “Just relax, Mel,” he whispers. More gentle kisses. “We’ve got all night.”
I raise my head to look at him. The living room lights are still on, barely illuminating the dark bedroom and casting shadows on us. The window beyond that shows nothing but snow and darkness. We really have all night. Possibly tomorrow, too.
I run my fingers through his hair, wondering once again if I’m making a mistake.
But I guess that’s future Melanie’s problem.
Robbie kisses my mound, his tongue just barely grazing my folds. I watch him in the shadows, kissing and licking and enjoying me. I lie back, spreading my thighs even wider, and I feel his finger gently teasing my entrance.
He enters me, and I gasp. His fingers slide inside, wet and easy, as his tongue gently tortures me again. He targets my G-spot, making me see fucking stars.
“Robbie…”
I moan.
I gasp.
I want this feeling to last forever.
“I know,” he says, smirking up at me.
Another lick. Another smooth thrust. Another breath and my body takes over. I come hard, harder than I’ve come since the last time I was in his bed.
Robbie presses his tongue against my clit and leaves it there, letting me grind on it as pleasure attacks every nerve.
“I’ve missed the way you taste,” he says.
I laugh as I try to catch my breath. His finger stays deep inside of me as he kisses my navel. He leaves love bites on my breasts, stopping to suck on my nipples as I squeeze his hair a little harder.
I feel a climax building in me again, the heel of his hand pushing hard against my clit. He kisses my neck, my jaw, my cheek, teasing the kiss on the lips I so badly crave.
“You like that?” he asks.
I nod, my non-verbal contribution as my tongue turns to jelly in my mouth.
“Do you want more?”
Again, I nod.
“How much more?”
Dammit. That’s not a yes or no question.
“Her-bag-ik,” I manage to say.
Robbie pauses, chuckling hard. “Okay, then.”
He pulls his finger out and takes hold of my arm. With one swift tug, he flips me over onto my stomach. I grab the nearest pillow, holding on as Robbie forces my legs apart. I tilt my pelvis back, feeling his cock dip between my thighs.
He thrusts slowly, easily finding his way inside as he settles into a prone position. I gasp in pleasure, turning my head around to watch as his cock disappears inch-by-inch.
Robbie lays a hand on my shoulder, his grip tight with desire. “You always feel so fucking good,” he whispers.
I pull the pillow closer. I stuff the nearest corner into my mouth, biting down as he thrusts again.
Robbie balances on his right arm. I catch sight of his black sleeve tattoo in the dark and my brain sends more pleasure down my spine. I never realized how much I missed watching his inked arms tighten and flex while he fucked me.
I moan with my mouth full of cotton as he pumps me from behind.
Robbie grabs my hair with his left hand. “Look at me,” he growls.
I turn my head again, pulled by his strong hand. His pulsing cock never ceases as he leans forward, coming close to my lips.
“Does that feel good?” he whispers, quivering my ear.
Between the hard grip on my hair and the firm cock deep inside
