by Calinda B
His steely gaze took in her beautiful face, which was a bit red and blotchy from her tears. A smile almost lifted his lips, but he thought better of it. If he learned nothing else from his father, he knew smiling at the woman he loved while she stood in front of him with tears in her eyes was a bad move.
If only she knew how much he'd fought for them. But, of course, she didn't. It would be useless to try and explain it to her. So much time had passed without words spoken or explanations given.
"I'm going to bed, Simon. See yourself out." Melanie huffed at him and he realized he'd been silent for longer than was acceptable. Especially after what she'd said.
"Wait, don't go yet," he said to her back as she walked away from him and began climbing the stairs.
"Leave me alone," she threw over her shoulder. Her hand flipping him the bird was new, which pissed him off. At what point had he ever let her think it was okay to do that to him.
"Melanie. Stop being a goddamn brat. We're not done. Get your ass back down here so we can talk," he yelled at her, beginning to lose what little patience he had.
"Screw you, Simon. Get the hell out of my house. You don't deserve me. Never have." Finally making it to the top of the stairs, he watched as she turned the corner and headed in the direction of her bedroom. He'd been here enough times to know the layout of their home and he knew exactly where to find her.
Rubbing his hand down his face, he accepted that shit had gone sideways more than he'd wanted. His intent wasn't to push her away tonight. If anything, he'd wanted to get rid of the baggage that continued to haunt them and move forward. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and hold her like he'd done so many times before.
Now she'd run away from him again. Not only that, but they'd spent most of the night fighting when what he most wanted was to be balls deep inside of her. Just thinking about made his dick lengthen in his pants. No woman made him feel this kind of need but her. If she knew the hold she had over him, she'd understand he could never leave her alone. It simply wasn't possible for him to walk away from her.
Coming to his senses, he looked at his watch and noted the time. Pulling out his phone, he texted both sets of parents.
Simon: Sorry. Had to get off the phone. Not going like I expected. Need more time.
Mom: Honey, don't give up on her. You must try harder.
Ms. Regina: Take all the time you need. We have plans tomorrow until four.
Placing his phone back in his pocket, he turned his gaze back up to the stairs. Would he take the change offered him? There was no choice. He knew if he didn't fight for her this time, there wouldn't be another chance. Checking the locks and setting the alarm code, which he'd received from Mr. Ford, he made his way upstairs.
6
The knock sounded on her door five minutes after she'd made it upstairs. Of course, she knew who it was. He was the only other person in the house. Her parents didn't have overnight staff. They weren't that wealthy. They usually came in the mornings and left at night once everything was complete and the house cleaned. So, that only left one person.
Simon.
Why wouldn't he just leave?
"Open the door Melanie. I'm not going away," he called out.
She'd locked the door and by the jiggling on the handle, if she hadn't done that, he'd be all up in her space. "Go away Simon."
"Are we really doing this, Melanie? Open the damn door so we can talk."
"No," she returned. Call her a fucking brat? She'd show him a brat.
A few seconds passed in silence and then, "You have ten seconds to open this damn door or else I'll break it down."
Her eyes went wide at the thought. He wouldn't. Would he?
"Simon, go away. I don't want to talk to you.
"One...two..." his voice called out.
Scrambling off the bed, she sprinted to her door, "Wait!" she called out.
"Four...Five... Honestly, I don't know if your father will be too happy with me, but I'll replace the door next week."
"Damnit Simon!" Melanie couldn't believe he was acting this way. He must have lost his mind. The click of her lock was the next sound they both heard. Swinging the door open, she took a step back as she strolled into the room.
"Why did you lock the door?"
No words came out. Why did she lock the door? Was she keeping him out or trying to stop herself from going to him?
"Melanie. Tell me. Why lock the door? You've never done that before," he said, standing just inside her bedroom door.
"It's been six years Simon. You can't just walk into my room whenever you want to," she retorted. Folding her arms over her chest, she avoided looking at him. Sure, she was behaving like a child, but this is what he did to her.
"Are you afraid of me? Do you think I would hurt you? Is that why you locked me out?" The words seemed forced from his throat. When she looked over at him, she saw the questioning look on his face as he waited for her to answer.
That was the one thing she was sure about. "No. Never. I know you wouldn't hurt me." Unfolding her arms, she sat on the edge of her bed. "I don't know what's going on with me tonight. I'm never like this anymore."
"I know," he said as he approached her. "It's the same thing that happens with me when you're involved."
"What's that?" she asked, looking up into his gaze.
Chuckling, he lifted his hand and trailed one finger along her jaw. "Well, the truth is, I tend to lose my shit."
She gasped at his touch as ripples of pleasure flowed through her body. "I guess you could say that."
"I know you have doubts, but if you believe nothing else, know that I've always wanted you. Needed you. Even when you think I've left you, I'm always there." His large palm cupped her face and she couldn't help but lean into his warm touch.
Closing her eyes, she reveled in the feeling for a second before looking at him again. "What do we do now?"
"Figure out how to make this last. I'm not losing you again. You had your time to live life without me, but now you're home. If you need to find yourself again, I'll be with you. No more running." There was something in his tone that told her he was dead ass serious.
Nodding her head, she accepted what he was saying. Everyone knew she'd been running. She'd known from the moment she'd decided to join the Marines. Although she'd denied it with every breath for so long. It was time to stop.
"I love you, Simon," she admitted to him as he looked at her with a look of desire.
Smiling down at her, he nodded in response, "I know you do sweetheart."
Melanie waited a few seconds for him to say the words back to her, but he was silent. He stood in front of her, his hands cupping her face, his eyes on hers, and a smirk on his lips.
"Don't you have something to say?" she asked with a huff.
"After everything tonight, do you really need me to say the words?"
Rolling her eyes, she concluded that men were indeed quite dense. "Yes, Simon," she said, sighing. "That's the reason you should say something. No more guessing games. I don't want to question if I'm who you want. I need you tell me."
"What if I show you instead?" he asked, just before grapping her up by the shoulders and forcing her stand. His head tilted to the side and his lips came crashing down against hers in a kiss. Thin lips captured her thicker ones as he claimed her mouth in a sensual dance.
Okay, so maybe he didn't need to say the actual words. This was so much better, she thought as his hands moved to grab her along her ass. Without any hint of struggle, he lifted her against his body. Her core was flush against the hot steel in his pants. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she deepened the kiss of her own volition. Arms wrapped around his neck, the only sounds in the room were of their heavy breaths.
Simon pulled away from her lips, resting his forehead against hers. "I want you so much Melanie. So long I've waited for you. For this moment. If you want to stop, I will, but please know that I won't ever give up on us. You are mine and we belong together. You think I d
idn't fight for you, but baby, I did. You were the only thing worth fighting for and I'm never going to stop."
The truth was staring her in the face. She tried to fight it, to deny his words, but she couldn't. It had been in front of her all night.
Her voice was just a whisper as she begged, "Don't stop." A soft smile formed on her lips as his eyes blazed a beautiful deep blue.
"Thank God." Simon rushed to the other side of the bed, his lips capturing hers again. She released a whimper. The sound based on pure need. One of his hands pressed against her lower back, pressing her hot channel closer to his thickness. Although their clothes were still on, it felt as if the barriers between them were almost nonexistent. Wetness pooled in her panties as he pressed against her.
His other hand wrapped in her thick hair, holding her head steady as he ravaged her mouth. Kissing had never felt like this. Not that she had a lot of practice, but those times she'd tried to do more with a guy, their kisses had been uninspiring. Simon was at a different level. He broke from her again, nibbling her bottom lip as he pulled away.
"I can't wait much longer." Lying her down on the bed, he began to strip his clothes off. Looking down at her, he shook his head when she began to remove her clothes. Voice thick and raspy, he stopped her with words alone. "Don't move. That's my job."
Removing her hands from her shirt, she rested back on her elbows to watch his next moves.
Her eyes followed his every movement. First his jacket came off, sliding to the floor in a heap of material. Next was his shirt, which he pulled from his pants, unbuttoning it in slow movements. His strong hands manipulating the small buttons as he bared his body to her gaze. Once he had the shirt open, he slid the material from his shoulders.
Her moan sounded in the room and he paused, smiling at her.
"Like what you see?" Her core clenched in something akin to need. The feeling somewhat foreign, but she knew what it meant.
Nodding, her voice was small and shy as she answered, "Very much."
Next came his shoes, which he toed off and kicked to the side. As he undid the button of his pants and reached for the zipper, she scrambled up.
"Let me do it," Melanie needed to do this for him. And for herself. This was her chance and she wasn't going to blow it.
Removing his hands, he allowed her space to maneuver. As she slid his pants down his thighs, she captured his boxer briefs as well. Within moments, she was finally able to see what she'd only dreamed about for years.
Eyes drawn to his thick cock, she inhaled at the sight in front of her. Stomach clenched in need, she almost let out a whimper. There was something so erotic about Simon standing in front of her naked, not saying a word as she explored his body with her hands.
He was so much better than she'd ever expected. Fingers grazing along the taut skin of his chiseled abs, she marveled at how much a single touch could bring her so much pleasure. tongue peeking out of her mouth, she licked along her bottom lip. Desire to kiss his tanned skin flowed through her like a river. It was like an invisible cord was pulling her in, drawing her closer to the object of her desire.
Just as her lips touched his skin, she heard his loud inhale.
"Melanie. Baby, you're killing me." His hands gripped her hair within his strong grasp. Pulling her head back, he peered down at her. Eyes blazing heat and his lips pulled tight, she was struck by his level of control when he forced her to look at him. "You don't know what you're asking for. I wanted to go slow with you."
The husky words invited her to ecstasy. Simon dipped his head and slid his mouth across hers with gentle pressure. The tender exploration of his lips against hers gave her time to pull away if she chose to do so.
The moment his lips touched hers, she was lost in sensation. Caught up in a tornado of desire that raced through her veins, she moaned against in mouth in sudden, intense need. Hunger stirred to full life in her body, making her long for more.
"I don't want you to go slow," she whispered. Coming up on her knees, she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Don't treat me like porcelain. I won't break Simon," she said into his chest.
The hold he had on her was strong, but not painful. She waited anxiously as his breath deepened. Her stomach pressed tight against his hardened cock and without realizing it, she began to grind against him. Turning her head, she pressed her lips against his hot skin. That simple gesture must have set him off. Next thing she knew, he grabbed her shoulders, pulling her back from him. Grabbing her face in his hands, he captured her lips in a kiss that curled her toes. Wetness seeped into her panties as their tongues tangled in a sensual dance older than time itself. Of their own volition, her palms slid across the contours of his broad chest and came to rest on his shoulders.
Simon rested his forehead against hers. "I can't wait much longer. I need you naked. I need to be inside you."
A shy smile graced her lips, "Well, I've been waiting for you my entire life."
His hands began to lift her shirt up and off her body. She didn't have on a bra, so once he removed her shirt, her breasts were bared to his gaze. "Fuck, you're beautiful."
Dropping his head, he took one breast in his mouth, sucking the soft flesh. His wet tongue flicked the nipple held between his teeth, sending a ripple of sensation through her body. Switching sides, he repeated the action, this time biting down a little harder. A breathless moan escaped her mouth as her core exploded in a frenzy of pulses, wetness trickling from her body. "Oh, Simon."
As he continued to pay homage to her breasts, he placed small kisses along her skin as he switched from side to side. His hands gripped her night shorts tight in his grasp. Lifting his head, he growled at her, "Lie down."
Scrambling to do his bidding, she placed herself in position on the bed, her head resting on the pillow. Her hooded gaze took him in as he climbed on the bed with her. He removed her shorts from her body, placing a soft kiss on each foot as he slid a hand along her brown leg. Each leg was placed back on the bed, resting on either side of his body, making room for his heavy frame to slide between.
Simon hovered over her, their lips only inches apart. Never taking his eyes from him, she trailed one hand along his bare skin. His eyes roamed along her naked body and she felt him tense above her.
Thick muscles strained as he appeared to hold himself back. "Do you know how long I've waited for this moment? How many times I dreamed about having you beneath me. Your beautiful skin naked and glistening." Trailing a hand along her shoulder and down her chest, he traced a finger along one of her pebbled nipples. "I won't let you go again."
Widening her legs, she canted her hips, hoping to feel his thick mushroomed head against her lower lips. She needed all of him. The wait was killing her. After everything they'd been through. All the pain, hurt, and denials, the only thing that mattered at this moment was that Simon was here, with her.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stroked her fingers over the short hairs at the nape of his neck and pressed her aching breasts against his chest. Her nipples swelled and hardened on contact. With her full length pressed against him, she could feel every inch of his hard body, breathe in his unique male scent. The hard press of his erection against her thigh aroused her further, prompting her to lift her leg. She wrapped her foot around his calf, doing her best to pull his body closer to her, to the place where she ached the most.
Did she believe him when he told her he loved her? She did, because she loved him with the same level of intensity. When she pictured her future, it was still Simon she saw standing by her side. And for that reason alone, she welcomed everything.
Her body pulsed in need, wanting everything he had to offer. Melanie felt consumed with need and wouldn't deny herself, or Simon. She offered no resistance when he positioned himself between her open legs, blazing a path down her body that no man had ever taken before. The descent of his mouth along her skin caused her to pant in ecstasy.
Her heart beat rapidly in her heaving chest in response to the steady s
lide of his palms up the smooth length of her thighs. At her inhale, he dipped his head down, bringing his mouth in contact with her damp, aroused flesh. It was more than she could bear. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her shaky knees gave way, widening further as he continued to lick and suck on her most secret garden.
Simon's grip tightened on her quivering thighs, keeping her open to every swipe of his rapacious tongue. She twisted against him. Seeking something more, but not sure what to ask for. His teeth gently nipped at her, teasing her sensitive skin for long seconds as she writhed beneath him. Every swipe of his tongue left her gasping, forcing a long, low moan from her lips. She drowned in the pleasure of his mouth, her body growing wetter by the second. The groans of contentment she heard coming from him, told her that he enjoyed what he was doing just as much as she enjoyed having him do it.
A guttural sound emerged from Simon's throat, and he devoured her like a starving man with his first meal in years. She slid backward as he captured her clit with his lips, pulling the hardened nub in a sucking motion. A keening moan escaped as her stomach began to quiver and her toes curled. She wasn't trying to escape his mouth, but the feeling was overwhelming. Using his superior strength, he grabbed her around her thighs to hold her in place. He raised his head long enough to loop her right leg over his shoulder, licked at the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, then directed his undivided attention to her hot center.
His tongue stroked the bundle of nerves with precision, then drew it between his soft lips with a prolonged suck. The single act catapulted her into the abyss. She exploded into his mouth. Her breasts thrust toward the ceiling with a sudden jerk while a hoarse cry of satisfaction tore from her lips as her body convulsed. She was out of control, shattering into a million pieces, lost in the sensations of an orgasm that fired through her with such force she couldn't catch her breath.