Melted

by Lucy Eden

  “She is and I will.”He turned to me, “You ready to go home?”

  “Yeah.” I strode over to him and slipped my tiny hand into his enormous one. He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. Then he swooped down and swept me into his arms kissing me about a million times.

  He was intent on carrying me out of the hospital, but the doctor convinced him to let me ride in a wheelchair, even though I could walk perfectly fine, provided he be the one push it.

  There was a big black SUV waiting for us in the parking lot. The rear passenger door was held open by a man I recognized from the office. He was part of Charles' security team, and he seemed happy to see us.

  Charles swept me into his arms again and strode towards the car.

  "I can walk, you know."He just grinned and kissed me again, making no move to set me down. He gently placed me in the back seat and buckled me in. He shut the door and ran around to the other side of the car and climbed in next to me.

  “You ready to go home, baby?” He gave me a sexy grin.

  "Where is home?" I asked, grabbing his hand and placing it on my lap.

  "Wherever you are, gorgeous," He slid his hand between my thighs and began caressing my sex through my pants. I started to feel a familiar tingling sensation.

  “Wherever we are.” I corrected him. I reached up and grabbed his sexily stubbly cheeks in my hands and pulled our faces together.

  Charles

  It took every ounce of willpower I possessed not to take her right there in the backseat of the SUV. I almost didn't give a fuck if Steve saw everything. But Tessa was special. She was my angel and deserved better, but fuck was she hot. She pressed her little body into mine, or as much as she could with the seatbelt. Her soft lips caressed mine with a ferocity that told me she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

  She moaned into my mouth as I massaged her most sensitive place. Hearing her moan in pleasure made my dick harder than it’s ever been. I could cut glass with it, and it was threatening to tear my a hole in my pants if I didn't do something about it and soon. I tore myself away and banged on Steve's headrest.

  "How far are we from the penthouse?" I caught Steve's eye in the rearview. He was struggled to stifle a smile.

  "About fifteen minutes, boss," I narrowed my eyes. I'd have to remember to kick his ass later in the gym if I ever leave the house again.

  "Make it ten," I growled.

  “You got it.” He replied, not even bothering to hide his shit eating grin. I leaned back as the car sped up. Tessa sank into her seat and turned to me and smiled. I knew if I kissed her again I wouldn’t be able to stop myself but ten minutes seemed like a long damn time. I sighed and reached for her hand.

  “Did I hit the deer?” She asked as I squeezed her hand.

  “What?” I chuckled. I thought I couldn’t love this woman anymore, but after almost dying swerving to avoid the damn thing, she was still worried about it. “Uh, no. We didn’t find a deer, so I assume it got away.” I kissed her hand again.

  "What about my car?" she sounded sad. I glanced at Steve, and he gave me a wink and nod.

  "Your car is fine," I replied. I still hated the idea of that thing, but it obviously meant a lot to her because her face snapped to mine and lit up like a Christmas tree. I'd fish a hundred cars out of embankments to see that look on her face, "It's gonna need a lot of work before I let you drive it again, but it's gonna be fine."

  “Thank you,” she whispered and turned her face to the window. I saw one lone tear trail down her flawless cheek, but she was still grinning.

  "We're here," Steve called back to me as we pulled up to the building. Fucking finally, I thought to myself. I jumped out as the car was rolling to a stop, ran around to Tessa's side, opened the door and pulled her out of the car, lifted her into my arms again and strode inside. I walked into the elevator.

  "Push the P for me, angel," she giggled and outstretched a delicate finger. The doors closed and the elevator zoomed upwards. I opened into the large sitting room of my penthouse. I set her down on the largest, plushest chair, still not daring to kiss her.

  “You live here,” she exclaimed, her eyes filled with wonder as she took in her surroundings.

  “Actually,” I handed her a bottle of water and kissed the top of her head, “we live here, but it’s only temporary.”

  “You’re leaving…” she looked down at her hands. I kneeled on the floor in front of her and took her hands in my face.

  "I'm having a house built nearby," she looked up at me and smiled. "For us." She didn't say anything. Her smile faded, and she just looked at the water bottle in her hands. I could feel my chest tighten. Fuck, had I done too much, too soon? Was she going to run again? "Hey," I waited for her to look at me again, "Would you like that?" She began to cry. Shit.

  “I would love that, but…” She began to cry again.

  “But, what?” I squeezed into the chair and pulled her onto my lap.

  "Is this real?" She rested her head on my chest as I stroked her back. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. I don't know if I'm coming or going. The only thing I know is that I'm happy. You make me so happy. I haven't been happy, truly happy in years, " she sniffled and continued, "and if this isn't real…" she looked at me as she expected me to disappear in a puff of smoke any second, which was ironic because she had already done that to me twice.

  "This is the most real thing I've ever felt." I kissed the top of her head, "I don't think I was alive before I met you and I'm going to spend the rest of my life making sure you know that." I kissed the top of her head again. "Are you hungry?"

  “Oddly, no.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I’m sure.” I rose from the couch and deposited her back in the chair. “Stay there.” I commanded, then thought better of it, “on second thought, come with me.” I took her hand and escorted her into the master bathroom.

  "That tub is huge!" she gasped. She was referring to a giant clawfoot tub I had specially designed. I use it to soak after intense workouts, and it also helps me think. It's one of the few things I always travel with. I have four identical ones.

  "I'm a big guy," I laughed. I turned a handle, and the faucet roared filling the tub with hot water.

  "Do you mind if I take a shower instead?" she motioned to the large shower in the corner. “I feel kind of gross from the being in the hospital.”

  “Do you mind if I joined you?” I brushed a stray golden tendril from her face.

  "Well," she smiled, "I'd be very disappointed if you didn't." She turned and gave me a sexy "come hither" look as she tossed her long waves over her shoulder and sauntered toward the shower. My dick got hard so fast, it hurt. Watching her perfect ass and flaxen waves bounce made me wild. Knowing they were all for me broke the tether on the little restraint I had left, probably because there was no blood in my brain. This moment had been four agonizing weeks in the making, and yesterday it had almost disappeared. This is the moment I'd envisioned since I saw her in the crowd in that party but I feel like I've been waiting for it my whole life.

  I closed the distance between us in two long strides. I whipped her around to face me and put my hands around her tiny waist. She instinctively jumped up, wrapped her legs around my waist, grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled me into a deep penetrating kiss.

  I staggered forward as our mouths explored each other using one hand to feel for the shower door, then once inside feeling for the control panel. I broke the kiss for an instant as I tapped furiously on the console. Tessa was taking turns kissing and nibbling on my neck. She squealed with delight when the hot water sprang from the ceiling and walls of the shower. She attacked my lips again simultaneously clawing at my shirt. I tugged my shirt over my head to find that Tessa has already pulled her off and was working on her pants.

  The sight of her standing before me, soaking wet with her bra and panties clinging to her soft flesh, displaying every curve leaving nothing to the imagination w
as the straw that broke the camel's back. I wanted my first time with Tessa Findlay to be slow and tender. I wanted to take my time making love to her, the way my angel sent from heaven deserved to be loved. But the woman standing before me was no angel. She had transformed into a wanton sex goddess, and I was helpless to resist her.

  I planned on taking my time with her but my cock had other ideas, and it seemed so did Tessa. I unbuckled my pants, with one quick shove they hit the floor with my boxers briefs, and I was on full display. She gasped at my size, then turned her face towards mine, biting her lip in anticipation. That was all I needed.

  In one swift motion, I reached out and tore her panties away with one hand and scooped her into my arms with the other. She wrapped her legs around my waist again, and I positioned my self at her entrance and began to press the tip inside slowly. It was warm and soft and felt like home. My balls began to clench. I didn't know if I could hold on much longer.

  “You ready, angel?”

  "I've been waiting my entire life for this." She breathed in my ear as I began to slide my self into her core slowly. In an instant, I understood what she meant.

  “You’re a virgin.” It was a statement.

  “Yes.”

  "And you want your first time to be like this?" I couldn't believe what I was saying. I wasn't even sure I could stop myself if I wanted, but for her, I would do anything.

  "I want my first time to be with you." She planted a kiss on my lips, "and I want my first time to be right now." She gave me a deep lingering kiss before bracing herself against my shoulders, sliding up, so my dick was almost out of her. She gave me a devilish grin, and I knew I was in trouble. The next instant she slammed herself down, her pussy taking the entirety of my rod and breaking her hymen in the process. She let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure. I let out a loud groan as my balls squeezed shooting hot cum into her vagina.

  I had to stagger forward and lean against the wall for support. I pumped myself in and out of her until my orgasm subsided, but I couldn't get enough. I was still hard as a rock, and she was grinding against my hips and moaning, impaled on my cock. I gripped her sweet round ass and started rocking my hips back and forth pumping my cock into her, picked up speed.

  “Ooooh, yes,” she moaned, “Fuck me. Fuck me harder.” My eyes grew wide, and my hips pumped ever more furiously, crashing into hers. I was going to explode again if she kept saying shit like that. The same gorgeous mouth that was expressing concern for woodland creatures was now saying the filthiest things to me, making me fucking hotter than I’ve ever been.

  Is this what having sex with someone you love is like? I spent a month fantasizing about making love this sweet little beauty. Now I wondered how I would ever stop. It was like a drug. More I got the more I wanted. She was still moaning and swearing, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. I looked down to see her eyes were closed and she was fully enveloped in the pleasure she was experiencing for the first time.

  Her tits were bouncing with every stroke restrained by the bra she was still wearing, her erect pink nipples fully visible as the wet fabric clung to her skin. I undid the front snap and released her breasts. They bounced even more unrestrained, and I bent down and closed my mouth around one dark pink areola and flicked the nipple with my tongue. Her moaning became louder and her movements frenzied. Her legs tightened around my hips, and her nails dug into my shoulders.

  “Oh my god,” she moaned, “I’m gonna cum.”

  "Yes," I growled in her ear, "do it. Come for me, baby." She began panting, and I could feel her pussy clenching and unclenching, massaging my dick and pushing me over the edge again. She moaned and jerked against my body as the orgasm overtook her. In an instant I followed her, groaning as I shot more cum deep into her walls. We pressed our bodies together, kissing as if our lives depended on it. After few more blissful moments, we began to come down to Earth.

  Tessa slowly lowered her legs and I slid out of her warm wetness, instantly missing it. I set her down on the tiled floor of the shower on wobbly legs.

  “Are you ok, love?” I held her steady.

  “I’m better than ok.”She grinned and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me, even then I had to bend down. The bandage on her forehead had begun to slip off. I carefully peeled it off. The lump was still visible, but the cut was just a thin dark pink line. The plastic surgeon I insisted on did a great job. Tessa wouldn't even have a scar. There was also a large bruise across her chest in the shape of a seat belt. I gently traced it with my finger.

  “Does this hurt?” She smiled at me and shook her head. I bent down and kissed it. “I’m so sorry I did this to you.”

  “You didn’t do this to me,” she sighed, “and if this accident brought us to this moment, then I’m glad it happened.”

  “I love you, Tessa Findlay.” She flashed me her thousand watt smile.

  "I certainly hope so," she laughed, "or this is a pretty elaborate scheme to get a girl to have sex with you in your shower." I narrowed my eyes at her, but I couldn't suppress a smile. I swatted her on the ass, and she yelped, still grinning. Then her face grew serious, "I love you too. I guess I figured it out pretty early and thought someone like you would never be interested in someone like me…but," I opened my mouth to protest, and she silenced me with one of her delicious fingers. She would be the only person who could do that, "I've never been more happy to be wrong about something. I guess I was just running away from the truth."

  “So you’re done running away from me?” I pulled her hand away and kissed the palm.

  “I’m scared and I’m excited, but I’m done running.” I eyed her with mock suspicion, “I promise.”

  “Good.” I kissed her again. I hit the off button on the console. The streams of water gave way to gentle blasts of warm air.

  "Whoa," she exclaimed, "I'm never leaving this shower." I laughed as I stepped out and opened the towel warmer to retrieve two thick terry cloth robes. I wrapped her in one, and I shrugged into the other. "Is that still an option?" She was pointing to the bathtub that was still gushing hot water from the faucet.

  I had been so distracted by Tessa Findlay’s perfect ass that I had forgotten the water was still running. Luckily, there was a fail-safe drain to prevent the bathroom from flooding, but I would have one hell of a water bill. Tessa was worth every penny.

  “Of course, beautiful, anything you want.” A thought popped into my head. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

  “Okay.”

  “Stay.” I gripped her chin between my thumb and forefinger and planted a kiss on those lovely plush lips.

  “Charles Kerwin,” my heart melted when she said my name, “you couldn’t get rid of me now if you tried.”

  Tessa

  My head was swimming, but my body was buzzing. The last twenty-four hours of my life was like a roller coaster.

  I was standing in a massive bathroom, which was now apparently my bathroom, wrapped in the warmest softest robe waiting for Charles Kerwin, my former boss, I was pretty sure I was no longer his assistant and current, what; lover, boyfriend, roommate with benefits?

  He returned with a giant silver tray piled with all types of food. My stomach growled involuntarily. I was too nervous to eat breakfast yesterday, so it had been a full day since I’d eaten anything, coupled with the workout we’d just had in the shower, my appetite had caught up with me. He laughed and furrowed his brow at me.

  “I guess I am a little hungry.” I chuckled.

  "Well, I guess I better feed you." He lifted me off my feet, and the robe fell away. I felt the tip of my toes break the surface of steamy bath water as he lowered me into the tub. I sat up and leaned forward crossing my arms over the side of the bathtub where he handed me a glass of champagne and hand fed me strawberries.

  “ Are you getting in here, too?” I said between gulps. I was ravenously hungry for food and other things.

  “First things first,” he replied with a wink and held out a sandwich for me to bite into
. It was like I’d never tasted food before. I polished off two sandwiches, all of the strawberries, a handful of grapes, some cheese and crackers and washed it down with three glasses of champagne. “Wow!” he teased, as I finally held up my hand in defeat, “We’re gonna need a bigger fridge.” I narrowed my eyes at him and wrinkled my nose. He bent over and kissed it.

  He stripped out his robe and hung it carefully on a hook at the head of the tub. He stood at the foot of the bathtub and eyed me hungrily, devouring my body with his eyes. I was doing the same, admiring the specimen of physical perfection that was my Charles Kerwin. He looked like he stepped off of a plinth in a Roman museum. He didn't have an ounce of body fat, and every muscle and sinew was clearly defined. I couldn't believe that not even an hour ago, I was wrapped around this man and he was inside me filling me up in a way no one had before and no one else would. He looked down at me smiling his sexy smile and felt my body ignite.

  "Get. In. Here." I was half growling, half pleading. He stepped into the tub, lowering himself to his knees and advancing towards me. I leaned back, relaxing against the head of the tub and draping my knees over the side, giving him full access to the throbbing slit between my thighs.

  He slid into me up to the hilt in one smooth motion. I jerked my head back and let out a moan of ecstasy. Charles lowered his mouth to my exposed throat; kissing, nibbling and sucking as he slowly and tenderly pumped himself into an out of me. Him furiously pounding into me against the wall of the shower felt amazing, but this slow, smoldering lovemaking was making my entire body quiver. A climax was building in slow rhythmic waves. The pleasure was almost too much to bear…almost. My fingers flew to back of his head as I raked my fingers through his hair, involuntary moaning as he hit my most sensitive place each time his hips connected with mine.

  “You feel so fucking good.” He groaned into my neck in between kisses. I curled one leg across his back and arched myself into him, meeting his hips with every stroke. He was driving me over the edge. I felt the explosion coming as I dug my nails into his neck.