Perfect Melody
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“And now?”
“And now we figure out where to go from here. But first, follow me.”
Walking through the airport to the nearby restaurants, hand in hand of course, I’m curious as to where he’s taking me. The door is unlocked to the family bathroom and I can’t figure out why we entered and he locked the door behind me.
“Elliot? What are we doing?”
He doesn’t speak. His hands wander my body and his lips touch every visible part of me.
“I need you. I’ve needed you so bad for the past few months, but I always need you,” his words start to trail as his fingers do.
“Elliot,” I whisper and can’t contain the lust I also feel for him, “but we can’t here.”
“Why not?”
“Because we’re in public?”
“No one can see us,” he points out the obvious of the four walls surrounding us.
“But they’ll hear us.”
“Fuck that,” his kiss takes all thoughts from my brain. His tongue dancing with mine. With his hands on my hips he slowly grinds to the beat of our kiss. He looks into my eyes and that alone tells me how badly he wants me as I feel his dick grow pressed against my body. Rocking back and forth his hands discover my breasts, his fingers slowly caressing my nipples. Months of pent up frustration surpasses us.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I say as I’m ready to feel him enter me.
He strips my pants, my panties, bare naked we stand as he turns me around facing the wall and enters me from behind. Every thrust he makes I remember exactly why we’re meant to be. His teeth bite into my neck and I inhale sharply as I feel another orgasm coming. I can’t get enough. With every thrust I escape a moan louder than the one before. The door handles ajar every once in a while, yet we never stop.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” he zips his pants as I step into my panties.
“I love you so much,” each hand placed against my cheeks as he places a kiss on my lips distracting me from getting dressed.
He’s actually mine. My boyfriend. My man. And never will I let him go again. No woman, no baby, not even our parents can keep us apart. Our love is messy. It’s artistic. It’s passion and desire. Our love is meant to be. Who knows what the future will bring.
Acknowledgements
To all my beta readers who took the time to read this little story, for believing in me, and telling me this is my best one yet. To all my fans in my Fucktastic Fanclub. To all my family members who endlessly give up time spent with me to allow me to pursue my dreams. To all the teachers that have taught me to never give up and always fight through the hard times…. I’m fighting. To my parents, who raised a bad ass daughter.
And to my HUSBAND. The one person I can always go to when I doubt myself. He’s my better half forever.