Chapter 39: Thirty-Nine

How hard could it be? She had read lots of spicy novels and was eager to try new things. Melina wanted to touch him, to taste Henry, to get to know him fully, but last time he cut her short, so this time she wouldn’t give him a chance to breathe. She moved, straddling him. There was so much lust and adoration in those pools of honey staring at her.

Lacing her fingers in his hair, Melina slanted her mouth on his and ravaged him with the desire and longing that stalked her over the last six years. The evergreen and hazelnut from his cologne made her even more ravenous for him, and if he didn’t let her apologize, maybe she could prove how much she cared about him. It was nuts how wanton she became in his arms, and only he could awaken this side of her.

“I want to taste you, Henry.” Melina sighed over his lips, sucking the bottom one into her mouth, biting and tantalizing.

She fed him, drugging, erotic kisses, and from that point on if he had any string of discipline over himself. After her words, it vanished like dust in the wind. His gorgeous shy girl faded and gave place to this bold woman, driving him insane with need. As if reading his thoughts, Melina’s hands went down to his jeans. Rubbing her palm on his hard bulge, he groaned and ground on her. He was so full and thick, desperate to free himself from those pants.

“What are you doing, kitty cat?” It wasn’t more than a strained whisper.

Melina’s hands with clumsy movements fumbled with his zipper. Once she opened it, she dropped to her knees and pushed his jeans down, freeing him from those confines. He glanced down at her, and their gaze met, full of desire. She mesmerized him, and when her delicate fingers wrapped around his length, Henry thought he wouldn’t survive the delicious torment.

He was so aroused and dazed with her behavior, Melina felt bold enough to keep going in her attempt to make him scream her name. She didn’t take his eyes from his lustful ones and gently massaged him up and down, feeling his shaft grow even more beneath her touch. How hard it was. His face looking down at her, the struggle not to stop her, the knowledge of having him at her mercy. His eyes were so dilated, Melina couldn’t see the light honeyed irises in them.

Grinning and watching him through lower eyelashes, she darted her tongue out, giving a tentative lick at the tip of his head, collecting the drop of pre-cum gathered there, savoring him. His breath hitched in his throat, his eyes turning two black orbs as he tensed, expecting her next move, and it was her cue. Melina swirled her tongue around him, then gently sucked at the sensitive head before taking more of him into her mouth, sucking hard. A smile curved her lips when Henry groaned, reaching for her hair.

It was so thrilling to realize she had this power over him. Melina slipped her left hand to his thigh. While she licked along his length, feeling the thick vein pulsing on the flat of her tongue, Henry gripped hard in her hair, grunting and tilting his head back with a hiss. Shivers of pleasure coursed through Melina’s body as she took him into her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down, sucking and tasting him.

“Mel… Melina! Who are you?” he asked with gritted teeth. He was struggling to hold himself in place, but she was doing everything in her power to dilute the discipline he cultivated during the years, to see him go wild under her mouth. The feel of her hot mouth around him was pure fire. Henry was hanging on by a thread, and if she kept torturing him the way she was doing it, he would lose the last of his control. “Melina, I’m gonna lose it,” he warned.

“What are you waiting for?” She grinned at him, taking him back and doubling her efforts.

Henry didn’t hold back anymore. His hips moved at its own accord, thrusting into her mouth, holding her in place. Melina gagged a few times, tears streaming down her face. She was so aroused to have him at her mercy that she didn’t care. It was their moment, their time together, and she loved the way she drove him wild with the pleasure she was giving him. Henry thrusts became erratic and a loud grunt filled the night. A light, salty taste exploded in her mouth as she swallowed to the last drop of his cum.

He pulled her up to him, breathing hard, but taking her mouth for a hungry and possessive kiss, tasting himself in her mouth. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead on hers, staring at those warm, chocolaty eyes. “You amaze me, kitty cat.”

A shy smile curved her lips, bringing back his sweet Melina. She cupped his face, caressing his beard. The feel of her finger on him was exquisite, and he wanted more. He stood up, pulling her with him, then zipping up his jeans. Henry swapped her from the floor into his arms, kissing her again before walking back to his house.

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Melina moved on the mattress, her eyes fluttering, her body missing the warmth of another as her hands searched for Henry. Her eyes shot open, and he wasn’t there. She peeked at the clock on the wall. It was still early and dark. She was feeling lazy and spent. Her mind wandered to the night before, pictures flooding her brain, and a smirk came to her lips. After their little adventure on the terrace, Henry walked to his house with her all tangled up in him and made her scream his name so many times she lost count.

Throwing the covers to the side, she dashed to the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror. Her lips were dark pink, swollen, her skin was still flushed and glowing, with a few marks here and there reminding her how they drove each other wild. Melina wanted to wake up in his arms. Not all alone in that enormous bed. What could have taken him from her so early in the morning? The house was too quiet, and a feeling of loneliness settled in her heart. Something wasn’t right. She made herself somewhat presentable and went back to the room, tidying the bed, then leaving to the kitchen. Hope of seeing him in the room vanished as soon as she got there. Everything untouched.

Shaking her head, Melina walked back to her house, going straight to the shower. Maybe the jet of water helped relax her sore muscles and calm her heart, because it got heavier by the minute. They didn’t finish their conversation, and they had a lot more to talk about, but something told her he wasn’t about to tell everything. When she asked about what he wouldn’t tell her, he told about Claire and why he had gotten late at her parents’ house, but it wasn’t about that. She wanted him to tell her what he was hiding from her. It was only fair. She needed to understand their situation, where both of them stood.

With all that in her head, she moved through her room like a robot programmed into her daily chores. She didn’t even pay attention to the clothes she put on. Melina wanted to check on Eve and ran to the clinic to see the cats herself, but not before she found and talked to Henry. Tying her hair out of her face, she walked to Eve’s room. Her little girl was sound asleep. In about an hour she would wake up, and they could go visit the cats.

The kitchen was silent. She heard Giagiá moving around her room, and a few minutes later the old lady appeared at the door. Melina went to her, kissing her temple. “Good Morning.”

“Morning, child. Why the long face?” she asked and went to the pans to start her breakfast.

Melina sighed and sat at the table, sipping on a glass of orange juice, musing about the question. She felt overwhelmed by all the events happening so fast around her. Life changed so much in these forty-five days, she didn’t have the time to get used to it.

“Why Giagiá? Shouldn’t I worry about how fast our lives are changing since Henry showed up? A lot has happened, and I don’t know what else is in stock for us, and it scares me. Besides, he’s angry with me. I thought after last night it would change, a sad mistake.” A humorless, abrupt laughter tumbled from her lips.

“Why is that?”

I want to trust him, and although we had talked for a moment, he’s not telling me the entire truth. He wants me to trust him, so why keep secrets from me? I’m trying, but it’s hard, and I said what I shouldn’t.

“You’re right. It’s difficult, but put yourself in his shoes. He finds you after years of relentless search, then he discovers he has a daughter. You also had your secrets, and someone is threatening the people who belong to him. Take a day at a time and don’t dwell too much, remember: life is easy, we’re the ones who complicate it.”