by Alexa Silver
“How…” The logistics of this often got awkward for him. Was he supposed to get naked right now? Was this when he was supposed to wait for her, or tear her clothes off or…
“Come here, Tod. You’re thinking too much. Let it happen.” Her blend of insecurity and confidence was intoxicating.
He chuckled and nodded, joining her on the bed, relaxing into this. A beautiful woman wanted him; he could work with this. He really would have liked to have taken his jeans off, but he wanted Mel to set the pace. “I’m not exactly smooth in bed.”
“Who said I wanted that?” she asked, fingers trailing through his hair. “Maybe I like this. You and me being real.” She motioned to her body. “I’m so not a supermodel. This is as real as it gets.”
“See me complaining?” he asked, his voice taking on a husky quality.
“No,” she whispered, fingers trailing down his cheek. He leaned in to her touch, closing his eyes, absorbing the feel of her neatly manicured nails on his cheek. It had been a while for him, both with sex and intimacy, and he was enjoying this simplicity of a beautiful woman in his bed without complications. Sure, those might come later but for now, it was just him and Mel.
He settled down beside her, propping himself up on a hip as he regarded her. Long, dark hair streamed over his pillow, her expression shy but inviting, her eyes wide. Even though she was a bit younger than him, there was a worldliness to her that suggested a lot more sexual history than he had.
Or maybe that was his own insecurity rising up. He shoved it away and tamped it down, shaking his head at his idiocy. Beautiful girl in bed? Check! Woman who wanted him? Check! Thinking too much? No room for that here.
“You’re such a girl, Tod.”
“What?” Where had that come from? What he had throbbing in his pants was about the opposite of anything girlish or girly or girl whatever.
She laughed, her husky alto surrounding him. “Not that way, stud.” Her hand curled into his shirt and she tugged him closer. “I can almost see those wheels turning in your head. You think too much, Tod. Just feel.”
“Just feel,” he whispered against her lips. He dug his hand into her hair again, brushing his lips over hers. She sighed, opening to him, her mouth soft, pliant and sweet. He plunged his tongue into her hot mouth, his hands roaming over her shoulders, the scent of her perfume tickling his senses. This was so right, so amazingly outstanding.
“Tod,” she whispered, pulling back so that their lips almost touched. Her wide eyes tracked his expressions and she must have liked what she saw. A small smile curled the corners of her mouth, turning absolutely feline. “Make love to me. I want to feel you.”
Mel dug her fingers into his ass, pulling him closer. As their pelvises brushed, she whimpered, bearing down and rocking against him, her back arched, her beautifully full breasts brushing against his chest. This was close to perfect but there were too many clothes between them.
Tod unbuttoned the first few buttons of her shirt, rolling her onto her back. Her generous cleavage exposed slowly, tantalizingly, the sides of her shirt parted. Creamy golden skin rounded over the cups of her bra—God, she was perfect.
“Tod…”
“A minute. I’m admiring.” He ran a fingertip down the valley between her breasts. “Do you know how beautiful you are? Rich. Lush. God, I could drown in you.”
“Please…”
“Still admiring.”
“Impatient,” she shot back, wiggling a little bit. Laughter danced in her eyes and he opened her shirt quickly. She didn’t seem to mind his haste, or maybe he was hiding it well enough. With a reverent sigh, Tod parted her simple shirt to reveal acres more of creamy skin, her breasts showcased in a red and black bra.
“Good thing this shirt is dark,” he told her in a low voice. He wanted nobody else getting a glimpse of her beautiful curves and that bra was made for a sinner’s eyes. Scarlet lace cupped her mounds, black satin barely concealing her nipples.
“Beautiful package wrapped up in a beautiful package.”
“Good thing you like pretty bras.”
He lowered his head, lips brushing over the soft skin just about her navel. It was sweet, just like her, a tang of musk teasing his senses. “Tell me you have matching panties.”
“Wearing them. Bikinis.” He glanced up to see her wrinkling her nose. “Comfortable, but not always sexy on a girl my size.”
“I don’t see anything wrong with your size.” She needed to stop with this weight thing. She was beautifully curvy, soft, lush, her body conforming to his hands in all the right ways. “Not every man wants a boyish figure. I like my women to be more Adele and less Victoria Beckham.”
“Thanks,” she said with a sigh, propping up on her elbows. “I wish—”
“Don’t.” He slid up her body, kissing her nose. “You’re beautiful. I’ve been attracted to you for months now. This…” He swallowed hard, pressing his hardness into her soft belly. “Every night, thinking about you, this happens.”
“Well, then, I guess we better stop your torture.”
Her red nails dug lightly into his shirt and she used her momentum to roll him onto his back, straddling his hips and tugging his shirt up and off. He didn’t even have time to react before she was stroking hands over his chest, fingers teasing his overly sensitive nipples. He bucked up into her, sensations ripping and roaring through him.
“Mel, I want to be slow and sensual but these jeans are killing me.” Tod blinked, wondering if he really had said such a stupid thing, but she laughed, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra. She tossed it over her shoulder, bare to the waist and gave him a sexy wink.
“Distract yourself with these.” Tod’s hands curved around her breasts, the feel of the soft flesh, the way she mewled when he flicked her nipples, astounding him. They were so fucking compatible and he wanted more.
“Easy there.” Her sex voice had a breathy, low quality that wrapped itself around his dick and squeezed. Only a thin layer of fabric separated her hand from his hot flesh, and he wanted more.
“Easy, Tod. I don’t want this over too soon.” She moved off him, and his hands automatically went to his jeans, popping the button and sliding the zipper down. His cock thrust out into the gap and she moaned, looking at him. “I so did not peg you for the no underwear type.”
“Just at home.”
“I approve!” She made short work of her khakis, socks and shoes, and he only had a passing glance at her gorgeous panties before they were gone and she stood before him, golden and beautiful and naked.
And his.
If he’d been a painter, he would have worshipped her, but he was a writer completely without words at the moment. Drinking her in was making every brain cell misfire, and he couldn’t do more than make a strangled sound as he squeezed and released his cock in slow, even motions.
“Don’t do that, it’s mine.”
The layer of possession in her voice made his entire body jerk and he groaned, a bead of pre-cum leaking out onto his hand. “Yours?”
“Mine and I’m not sharing, even with you.” She tugged his jeans off and lowered her head, her hair forming a sable curtain that concealed his cock. But he knew where she was going with this, and when the very tip of her tongue danced over his corona, he fisted the blanket, a choked cry he couldn’t quite hold back bursting forth.
“Please!”
“Please?” He could feel her smile against his throbbing skin and pressed closer.
“Your wish and all that…”
He sensed what she was going to do and bucked upward when she sucked his cock head into her mouth, sucking lightly. He squeezed her shoulder. “Turn around. Let me…”
“Oooh, reciprocal.”
He could barely parse the word, yet she was able to use it. “Your vocab is going down, girl.”
“Just like me.”
She engulfed his cock head again and he brought her hips close, lips tracing her folds, the pink tip of her clit extended and wai
ting for his touch. He wrapped his lips around it and tugged, coaxing it gently out of the hood, her tangy flavor bursting over his senses.
“Oh my freakin…Tod!” She started rocking on him, her juices as plentiful and lush as her flesh, her gasps and cries muffled by his hot length and the way she was licking and sucking him.
“Tod! Tod, please!” she cried out and he teased her opening with his finger. She bore down just enough for him to slide his finger in, seeking, finding.
Right there!
He rubbed experimentally against the top of her pubis, his fingertip gliding over slightly rougher skin. Right there! He could feel it. He could…
“Tod!”
At the first flutter of her muscles, he pressed in, rubbing circles on her G-spot. She gripped him tightly, her pussy clenching, then releasing, her hips rocking rapidly. She’d released his cock and panted against his thigh, little breaths that were maybe whimpers, possibly sobs.
“Please fuck me,” she whispered finally, with one last lick to his head.
“Turn around,” he told her with a gentle tap to her inner thigh. His hand was soaked with her, his cock was aching beyond reason, and he wanted to drown in her and continue falling.
This was perfect.
Mel forgot how to breathe. Tod was that good—better than her very expensive vibrator, better than her hand, better than any lover she’d ever had, or all of them put together. He was full of surprises, like knowing exactly where her G-spot was. Like knowing exactly just how to pull on her clit to make her go wild.
She’d found a hell of a lover and there was no way she was giving him up. Not now. Not ever. Mel wasn’t about to ponder that, she had more interesting things to deal with. Specifically the gorgeous man under her and how his thick cock would feel inside her. No time like the present to discover that one!
She swiveled around, pleased that he didn’t want to go doggy or even missionary. Her on top would be perfect for their first time. She could watch him, and do the heavy lifting, such as it was, and they could both reap the benefits of deep—deep—penetration.
His eyed fluttered as he guided himself inside, cock head bumping her clit enticingly and sending her careening close to the edge again. This was going to be spectacular! This was going to be…
“Tooooooooooddd!”
She sank down on him, his cock stretching her walls, as he released his dick and began playing with her nipples like a fucking maestro. As she gloved him, squeezing down, he groaned, bucking upward, his fingers squeezing her nipples so hard he sent darts of pain dancing all over her skin. Two could play that game.
She rested her hands on his chest, impaling herself on his cock, riding faster and faster. She’d already come, he hadn’t and she wanted—needed—him inside her when she went off again.
It wouldn’t be long. For either of them.
Tod’s head fell back, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his cock seeming to grow a little harder. “Please. So close. Pinch my nipples, Tod!”
Mel could barely recognize her voice, but that was okay because he was doing things to her body that… “Harder. Almost…there.”
“Melody!”
That sexy roar, just as unexpected as the other secrets, shattered her. She went flying over the edge, clutching at him frantically, screaming or maybe just moaning his name. Didn’t matter. He was groaning, she was screaming, they were coming. Together.
Mel was vaguely aware she was crying as she sank down on him, aftershocks flickering through her system, her brain slowly coming back online.
I should move, I’m too heavy.
He’ll want me to go.
“Now you’re thinking too hard,” he whispered into her sweaty hair. “Relax. You’re perfect right here, right as you are.” He stroked her shoulder and upper chest, gentle caresses that swept from her neck down to her elbow. Though post-sex relaxation was kicking in, she turned her head, his ring glinting in the afternoon sun.
“You still wear your wedding ring?” It was probably something they should have addressed before the whole fucking one another’s brains out thing.
“No. I sold mine a few years ago. Didn’t feel as if keeping it was helping me, or honoring Amelia’s memory.” He glanced at his hand and then twined his fingers with hers. She sensed he had more to say and waited him out patiently.
“This is my father’s ring. I told you he died in the Towers, yes?”
“Yes.”
He took her other hand and ran a fingertip over the surface of the ring. “Little pockmarks from the…day. Mom couldn’t bear to bury him with it, and she didn’t want it in a box either, so she asked me to wear it in his honor.”
“And you do.”
“And I do,” he replied, a gravity in his voice she hadn’t heard before. “They’d been married forty years. Mom never dated another man before him—or since. I was their miracle child. They’d had several losses before me and they’d been warned to not try again. I was the last-ditch effort and they cherished me.”
“That’s beautiful,” she whispered, wiping a couple of stray tears. It had always been assumed that she’d wear Mom’s bridal set, and Mel was honored, but this was different. It was deeper still.
“I’m sorry you lost him,” she whispered against his chest. “Them. Your wife, too.”
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he replied into her hair.
They fell into a silence that bordered on dozing, and every time Mel tried to shift off Tod, he held her close with a gentle admonishment. She silently worried she was too heavy for him, and every time, as if they were on the same wavelength, he assured her she was perfect. She never wanted this feeling to end.
Chapter 4
“Let’s go to dinner,” Tod said quietly. Their post-sex relaxation had faded into a snack, and some writing. Mel had slipped into his favorite T-shirt and boxers, homing in on them as if they had a “wear me, gorgeous” beacon.
He’d dressed in the same, his second favorites, and they’d written until the sun had dropped low into the sky. With the plethora of windows in the room, Tod found the house lights reflecting on the windows a distraction to his writing, so he usually ended around seven or so. It was barely past six, but the glare was starting to give him a headache. He stood, stretching his back out, and moved behind Mel, rubbing her shoulders. They’d been typing fast and furious for hours now.
“I only have a casual shirt in my bag,” she said, motioning to her messenger bag. “I don’t usually bring changes of clothes, but I went out with some friends last week and meant to take the shirt home.
“You’re staying the night,” he replied with a little grin, just making sure. Mel hadn’t objected to that, but he was a bit worried. “We can swing by the mall, pick you up something.”
“Tod—”
“Let me, Mel. If you want to pay me back, fine, but I’m not having you wear your same clothes tomorrow because we…” He shrugged.
“I was thinking you could drop me off earlier in the morning.”
“Nope. No dice. I’m keeping you as long as I can.”
Tod could see she was uncomfortable, so he considered a workaround. “I’ll wash your work clothes when we get back, if you let me get you something for tonight. You can leave it here…” Had he really said that? Was he really proposing more than just one night? Would she run?
Mel gathered her hair and pulled it over one shoulder, and then looked up at him. “I want copies of the receipts and we’re not going overboard, got it?”
“Got it,” he replied with a grin. “You want first shower?”
“Duh! I’m a girl. Hair, makeup? I’m pretty low maintenance but even so…You have a blow dryer?”
“Of course I do.”
Tod watched Mel turning this way and that in the long mirrors placed just outside the dressing room of his local department store. He’d taken Mel here on instinct, bypassing the casual clothes. He wanted to see her gorgeous curves in a dress.
Mel had immediately gravitated t
o a simple black number that flared at the knees, v-neckline showing off her cleavage. It’d look spectacular with basic black pumps and a simple necklace.
“That’s the one,” he said softly. She looked amazing in it, and as her shoulders came back and her chin lifted, he knew she felt sexy in it.
“Take the tags off. She’s wearing it,” he instructed, and then led Mel to the shoe section, where she found a pair of shoes, and to the underwear section, to get her another set of bra and panties. A simple necklace Mel found on the sale rack finished out the ensemble. The entire bill was quite reasonable, and Tod suspected it wouldn’t stress Mel to pay him back, though he wished she wouldn’t even entertain the idea.
While she’d been browsing, Tod had made a reservation at Napa & Company, one of the best restaurants in town. He didn’t have a feel for what cuisines she liked, but he figured the farm-to-table option would be better than any ethnic cuisine.
After he paid, he slipped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. Tod had dressed in a casual suit and button down shirt, no tie, not necessary on a weeknight in Stamford, and he’d worn one his entire workday. Before they left the store, he led them over to a mirror and stood behind her, hands resting lightly on her waist. “We fit together,” he told her, gazing at their reflections. His exuded confidence, hers a bit of trepidation, but then she smiled and he could have basked in her glow forever.
“Come on, dinner.” Tod had never been the effusive type, but he had the sudden urge to skip. It had been so long since he’d fallen in love and he sensed with growing certainty that his life had changed, for the better, for the greater. Mel was transforming his life by the second.
They walked arm in arm to the car, companionably silent. Tod had always appreciated a woman who didn’t need to fill the space with chatter, but he hadn’t known many who held the same philosophy.