“So, what brings you here?” I finally ask, trying to relax my nerves.
Her hands fumble around each other and her eyes jump around all over the place. “I just wanted to thank you for what you did. I don't think I thanked you properly. If you weren't there, I don't know where I'd be right now.”
“You'd still be hobbling down that mountain,” I say jokingly.
Melody laughs and nods her head. “Yeah, you're right, I probably would be.” She bites her bottom lip, tugging it in. “But seriously, I'm grateful for what you did.”
“It's fine, anyone else would have done the same thing.”
“But it wasn't anyone else, it was you.” She takes a small step forward and drops her arms to her sides. “And I'm glad it was you. I really enjoyed our night together.” Her voice is sultry and strong.
“Look,” I say, holding up my hand, “I'm sorry, that should have never happened. If I had known you were eighteen—”
“Then what?” she asks, her tone changing, voice dropping angrily. “If you had known I was eighteen then what? You wouldn't have slept with me? You wouldn't have given me the greatest night of my life?”
“Melody, no that's not what I mean. I just mean you're young, you—”
“I'm an adult and I know what I want. I know I wanted you that night. And if I remember correctly, I was the one who made the first move. I was the one who wanted it. But if you're not man enough for a woman who doesn't second guess herself, then maybe I should just go.”
She turns quickly, ready to sprint for the door. But I catch her, grabbing her by the shoulders and whipping her around. I can't let her go like this. I can't let her think that I regret what happened.
Because I don't.
Melody doesn't realize that she's become a permanent fixture in my head. That I can't sleep without dreaming about her, or go one second without her crossing my mind.
With fierceness, I crush my lips against hers. I kiss her so she can feel what I can't say out loud. I kiss her so she knows that I've missed her this entire week. I kiss her so she knows that I have no regrets.
Melody moans into our kiss, her body falling into my arms willingly. There's no resistance. This is what she wants. Her lips taste like cherry gloss, and her tongue tastes like mint.
Her hands sweep up into my hair as she climbs onto the tips of her toes to kiss me harder. My cock is hard within seconds. Rock hard, throbbing in my pants, ready to burst through the material.
I should stop this. I should break away and just tell her to go.
But I don't. I kiss her savagely, with so much hunger I almost knock her off her feet. Walking her backwards, her back hits the wall and she moans again.
Pulling her lips off of mine, she's breathing like she just ran a marathon. Her eyes flick around my face as she plays with my hair.
“I know how to thank you for what you did.”
Eyeing her curiously, her smile thickens as she bites down on the tip of her tongue. Lowering to her knees, her hands drift down my chest. Eagerly, she licks her lips and pulls my prick out.
“Wait, maybe. . .” My voice fades to nothing as her tongue runs around my tip. Sucking my entire shaft into her mouth, I close my eyes. I want to pinch myself to make sure this real. But I'm afraid to. I want this to be real, and not another dream. Instead, I dig my fingers into her hair, and help her fuck me with her mouth.
If I am dreaming, I never want to wake up.
8
Melody
My fingers don't even touch each other as I hold his shaft in my hand. He's throbbing, as if his dick has a pulse of its own.
I can feel it beating against my palm, pounding faster and faster as I bring it to my mouth. The tip is already glistening, sticky and wet. My eyes jump up to his as I flatten my tongue and touch him for the first time.
Bran sucks in a quick breath and holds it. His fingers find my hair, tugging gently at my roots. I moan against his cock as he eases into my mouth, and I let him keep going until he hits the back of my throat. His fingers wrap tighter, and I can feel his nails rake across my scalp.
Grunting, he rocks his hips softly, giving an extra push as I drive my face forward. He's so fucking hard. His shaft is firm as marble, his tip engorged and swollen as the thick vein pulses against my tongue.
Stretching my lips as wide as they can go, I suck him so hard my cheeks hollow.