Melanie nods slowly. Her eyes fall to the space between us and I can easily sense the thoughts playing out in her head.
He took a chance on me… when she didn’t.
I flick the stove off and move the skillet to an empty burner. “Mel,” I say. “I don’t blame you.”
She looks up. “Okay,” she says.
“You gave me every chance before. I didn’t deserve another one. Anyone would have made the same choice.”
“Rob…” She holds her breath. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”
“Rehash, I know. But it’s something that I need to say. It’s part of my treatment.”
“Right. I just mean… maybe we shouldn’t kill the mood.”
“Kill the mood?” I ask.
“Well, it’s still kind of bad out there, weather-wise,” she says, looking out the windows as endless white flurries tumble by. “It doesn’t look safe.”
“Definitely not safe.”
“I might not get out of here today.”
“Or tomorrow, even.”
“Exactly. If that’s okay with you…”
“It’s very okay with me.”
“So, maybe we should focus on the good for now and keep the peace while things are…”
“Good,” I say.
“Yes. While things are good.”
I step around the counter. “So, last night was good?” I ask.
Her lips twitch. “It was… temporary insanity.”
I laugh. “But still good though, right?”
“Yes,” she says. “It was very, very good.”
I stand beside her as her little eyes flick up and her chin rises. She licks her lips as I run my thumb along her cheek. It’s an obvious signal, and I’m in no position to deny her even if I wanted to.
I lean over to kiss her. Her lips meet mine, warm and splendid.
“Good morning,” she whispers, our mouths grazing.
“Good morning,” I say, reaching beneath her to pull her off the stool.
She moves with me, letting me guide her up onto the counter. She wraps her legs around my waist and my cock instantly tent-poles my slacks. It presses hard between us as Melanie rolls her hips, rubbing it along the inner seam of her pants.
I bite down as pleasure surges through me. I kiss harder; I squeeze tighter. I might as well be her slave because I want nothing more than to get down on my knees for her right now.
And I think I will.
I pull her with me off the counter. Her back slams against the refrigerator and she groans in playful pain as her nails dig even deeper into my back. I growl, taking a tighter hold of her as I easily pull her down onto the floor with me.
I pin her to the floor. Her hips round again, tempting my cock, but I want to taste her first.
I move downward, releasing her hands to squeeze her breasts instead. She mewls softly, curling her fingers through my hair as I raise her shirt high enough to draw a sharp nipple between my teeth. She hisses, pain and pleasure mixing the way I want them to. I draw a wet line with my tongue from one nipple to the next, tasting the peaks and valleys of her cleavage in-between. She moans more in response, her hips rolling to rub herself against me again.
I go lower.
I leave a slow trail of kisses down to her navel. I pause just above the zipper to her jeans, peeking up at her as my tongue teases her a little more. Melanie bites her bottom lip, her chest heaving between us. My lips curl. My cock hates me for delaying, but he’ll get everything he wants soon enough.
I pinch the zipper between my teeth and begin pulling it down. Melanie laughs loudly and slaps my forehead, her playful side showing through. I laugh with her. I kiss her again.
My Melanie.
All mine again.
I pull her jeans down to her ankles, hooking her panties as I go. She lowers her legs back down and parts her knees for me on the floor. I pause above her, sitting back to admire the perfect vixen lying before me. Sharp cheekbones. Bright alabaster skin. Breasts peeking out from beneath her tight shirt. Blood pulsates through me, begging and pleading with me to take her as mine.
I crush my lips on hers, one last deep kiss before my tongue gets to work. Melanie trembles with anticipation as I kiss down her body again, this time easing her knees over my shoulders as I nibble her inner thighs.
“Fuck,” she whispers, pleasure dripping from her voice.
I don’t waste time. I’ve teased us both enough already. I lick her up and down, plowing between her wet lips and massaging her already throbbing clit.
“Oh, fuck, Robbie.”
Her fingers curl around my hair. She pulls me in, smothering my willing face in her begging cunt. I push my tongue inside, fucking her as she moans my name. Her thighs shake around my ears. Her toes point hard into my sides. I suck her clit between my lips until her moans become screams, and she begs me to stop.
I smile, gently kissing her mound as her breathing labors. Each quick flick of my tongue sends a shock through her system. She laughs, glaring at me to stop but not really stop.
Melanie hums softly, her back arching slightly off the floor. Her tired legs slip off my shoulders. Her touch is light and loving. She caresses my hair and neck as I kiss up her body toward her lips again. She cups my face as I get close and pulls me in the rest of the way. Our tongues dance as Melanie eases off the floor. Her touch is firm and demanding now, purposefully guiding me to sit on the floor with my back against the hard refrigerator.
Melanie mounts me. She reaches down, yanking the band of my slacks aside to take hold of my cock. She strokes me in her palm, but I’m already rock hard and dripping from the tip.
She impales herself without a word. I grip her hips, pulling her down until I’m balls deep inside.
“Fuck,” I say.
Melanie chuckles, her
