Chapter 31: Thirty-One

Melina didn’t answer him with words. She stared at him in the room’s darkness, only the moonlight bathing them through the window. Her eyes sparkled with passion and the certainty of the moment. She wanted him, and she was there in her own free will. He hoped she wouldn’t regret her decision later. He didn’t know if she was giving him a second chance or not, but she was there with him, and he would take whatever she was willing to give him.

The gentle and fluid motion of his hand making its way down Melina’s body drove her into ecstasy. How could he be so gentle? He touched her as if she was a precious sculpture and he was the artist admiring his work. She bunched his hair in her fingers and deepened the kiss. The light taste of scotch was still there, and mixing with the aroma of his spicy cologne heightened her desire for him.

Melina slid her hands down his back, feeling all his lean muscles under his t-shirt. A shiver passed through him, and he hardened even more against her belly when her fingertips brushed at his navel in a clumsy search for the hem. A smile curved on her lips with the response of his body to her. She gripped at the hem and broke the kiss only enough to pull the fabric out of his chiseled body. Eager to touch his skin, having the warmth underneath her palms.

“Melina, do you know how long I have been dreaming of you?” He kissed her jawline, making his way to the column of her neck.

“The same amount of time I have dreamt of you.” She whispered to him when he nibbled on the soft spot at the curve of her neck, making her gasp.

“Melina…” Her name escaped his lips in a grunt. He planted open-mouthed kisses over her collarbones, shoulders, taking his time tasting Melina’s skin.

The orange blossoms bursted in his nostrils in a myriad of sensations. Henry needed to see her, to touch and taste her, so he got rid of her tank top in one swift move, spilling her creamy mounds to his delighted gaze, extracting giggles from her.

“A little eager, aren’t we?” She laughed, grabbing the waistband of her pajama’s pants and pulling them down, wiggling out of them.

“You don’t know how much!” He couldn’t believe in his luck. Melina was naked in his bed. How many times in the course of the years he longed for that, to have her where she belonged, with him, under his body.

Henry didn’t know for how long he could endure, but he wanted to worship her, to have Melina so enthralled by him, she would never have the strength to leave him again. She was the air he breathed and for almost six years he suffocated without her. His mouth closed on one of her lush breasts. She had such soft skin, and it was burning for him. Henry paid attention to both, swirling his tongue over them, sucking and delivering soft bites on the side. Melina’s keen moans set him on fire. He wanted to be gentle to her, take it slow, but it was taking all his strength not to pin her down and fuck her into oblivion.

A firestorm of emotions was going through her body. His hands were doing wonders on her bare skin, and his sinful mouth was spreading fire all over her flesh like lit gunpowder. His hands worked on the curve of her hips while his lips brushed over her belly and navel, going lower and lower. Melina ground on him, teasing him. She screamed and gripped at his hair when his hot mouth pressed against her soft folds, kissing and licking her. It was too much to bear. The tip of his tongue teasing her little nub, sending lightning coursing through all her nerve endings.

“Henry…” She panted, gripping harder on his hair when he alternated between sucking and soft bites. She was so wet for him, and he didn’t waste time lapping at her moist folds and thrust his tongue into her, his hands on her hips, holding her tight against the mattress, making it impossible for her to grind on him. “Henry, please…” Melina’s breath came in ragged pants as her body tensed and pressure coiled in her center until her release hit her hard. She thrashed underneath his wicked mouth, clenching around his merciless tongue. She stared at him, all flushed and glazed eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, my kitty cat.” Henry sat on his hunches, admiring at Melina.

Even in the soft light of the moon, she could see the glint of adoration in his eyes. He got out of bed and took his pants off. Melina sighed at the view in front of her. She had seen him naked before, but this time was different. He was a gorgeous man. His body had a sheer coat of sweat, making it shine against the moonlight, making the moment even more ethereal. He smiled at her and reached for a condom inside the nightstand drawer, biting the little package open and rolling it on his dick, giving a few slow pumps under Melina’s lustful gaze. Then he went back to kissing her, because he couldn’t get enough.

“I don’t think we’re ready for another baby, maybe soon,” he said on her lips, biting playfully at her bottom one. She smiled at him, her eyes shining with lust. Melina slid her hand over his sleek skin, massaging, kneading her way down. She squeezed his worked out ass once she reached her destination, bringing him closer to her.

“I’ve never been with anyone after that night, Henry.” She blushed, and his eyes darkened at her confession. “Make me yours again.” She whispered to him. Melina was so aroused she couldn’t wait for him to be inside her.

“I will, kitty cat.”

Henry aligned himself with her, kissing Melina with intense abandon. Pouring all the love and years of longing that gnawed inside his heart. He eased himself in her tight channel, and he grunted as his thoughts scattered away from him. The only thing in his mind was a roar of hunger for her, his body catching on fire. The feeling of Melina surrounding him, gripping him, was heaven. Melina dug her nails into his flesh and moaned. Henry planted feather light kisses all over her face. He needed time to get himself under control and let her body adjust to him before moving.

“Please, Henry. I need you…” She whimpered. “I need you to move or I’m going insane.”

Melina gripped at his back. Her nails would leave marks on him. Lightning sizzled in her, and a firestorm engulfed her when he started moving. Slowly at first. His strokes were long, hard and deep, stretching Melina in ways she never thought possible. She locked her feet behind his back, bringing him even closer to her while his hand skimmed down her curves in a gentle caress.

“Henry…” Melina screamed when he rolled his hips, hitting the right spot, taking her closer to the edge. Each moan from Melina worked like fuel for the fire burning in his veins. She was beautiful, and he loved all her soft, keen sounds. Henry took her harder and faster until their bodies were rippling with life. Melina clenched in anticipation, gripping him hard, almost making him lose control. He swelled thicker inside of her, a pleasure so intense he could feel both their bodies gathering, taking them together into a vortex of emotion.

Melina tightened, her body coiled, and she convulsed beneath him, shattering into million pieces with the intensity of her release, and Henry let himself go, surrendering into her body, taken by the rapture of the moment and his love for her.

“Melina…” He groaned into her ear, falling on top of her, exhausted. Their hearts thundering in their chests, trying to catch the rhythm again. Their bodies were still shaking, with delicious aftershocks running through them. “Don’t move. Let me hold you for sometime.”

Melina cradled his head to her and combed his hair back with her fingers in a tender movement. Sweat covered them. He brushed his lips in the crook of her neck, his beard grazing her aroused skin, making her shudder under him. Henry slipped out of her and stood up, going to the bathroom and coming back after a few minutes. He hopped into bed with her, gathering Melina in his arms and continuing his devilish assault on her. He sucked at the tender spot in the curve of her neck, nipping at it afterwards.

“Henry, you’re gonna leave a mark.” She scolded him.

“I’d love that. It will keep that phony god away from you.” He peeked at her, swirling his tongue on her collarbone, scraping his teeth on her creamy skin. “You smell so good, kitty cat.”

“What am I going to do with you?” She giggled, and a wave of pleasure washed over her. His playful mouth was doing wonders to her skin.

“Whatever you want. Your wish is my kink.” He chuckled, biting on the side of her breast, listening to her gasp. “I can’t believe you’re here. I’m afraid to go to sleep and when I wake up, it was all a dream.”

Melina cupped his face, dragging him out of her breast and making him face her. The only time those pools of honey sparkled the way they were staring at her was the night of her graduation.

“I’m here for real, but we’ll have a lot to talk about, Henry.”