by Poppy Flynn
The faceless Sara, who had caused this beautiful man to distance himself from the satisfaction of a loving relationship, had surely never deserved to hold this man's heart. It made Melody angry just to think of it. What she would have given to have just a fraction of that kind of benevolent devotion bestowed upon her; and yet the woman had just tossed it aside as if it was nothing, worthless. Melody could not even begin to understand the logic, but it did make her sad it had affected Micah so deeply that he held himself apart as a result.
It made her sad that he would probably never love her the way in which she was falling for him. But she could at least have this. And it would be something that she would embrace in the here and now and something she would cherish when all that remained was a memory left to warm her.
Melody opened her arms and gave herself over to him. Micah took one of her hands, drawing first one sleeve off of her arm, then the other. Melody pulled the pyjama top over her head and he caught up the long mane of her hair and disentangled it from the clothing.
"I love your hair," he revealed, spreading it over the pillow in a scented cloud of silver. He settled himself between her legs, threading their fingers together and pulling both her hands above her head, while he observed her intently. His own blond curls fell forward to frame the intensity of those melted chocolate eyes, and his equally fair stubble became noticeable now that she was so close to him. What would it feel like scraping across her skin, Melody wondered. She hoped it wouldn't be too long until she found out. Just the feel of the taut, warm skin on his ripped chest pressed against her own bare flesh had her blood heating, and her sensual thoughts brought a quiet sigh to her lips which prompted Micah to speak.
"This isn't a scene, Melody, but you can use the club safe words if it makes you feel more secure, yellow to slow things down, red for an instant halt. Hell, just say stop, and it's as good as done, I can promise you that, no matter how far things have progressed."
Ah, sweet fool. Didn't he know that she wanted everything he had to give? Every whisper, every experience, every tiny, delicious nuance.
Melody hooked one of her legs around his fine buttocks and used it to pull him to her in response. She canted her hips against the length of his erection trying to gain a little friction against the ache which had developed between her legs.
"Micah…" she whispered in a voice that didn't sound remotely like her own. She didn't even know what she wanted to say, so she arched her back so that she could rub her stiff nipples against the coarse dusting of chest hair and his rock-hard pecs.
Thank God he took the hint, because Melody was at a complete loss for words, and besides, she didn't want to chat; she just wanted to feel.
Micah dipped his head to hers and took her mouth in a sweet, leisurely kiss which filled up her senses before he trailed sensuous little nips across her jaw and nuzzled behind her ear. Melody tipped her head to one side to give him better access and pulled her arms free so that she could indulge herself in exploring his sleek, hard muscles.
When he moved lower and caught a pouting, aching nipple in his mouth, Melody arched up into him and ploughed her hands into his thick, wavy hair. It felt like silk, sifting between her fingers, but the reality of his hot mouth against her breast, suckling on the pebbled tip then grazing it lightly with his teeth, suddenly eclipsed any other sensation. His hands, now free, plucked at the other peak, rolling it between his finger and thumb and pinching, oh so gently, until it seemed like he had formed a thread from there to her lower abdomen, which he pulled with every movement of his hand or mouth.
Melody's hips found a rhythm all of their own and she writhed against him helplessly. It was like her body had a mind of its own and was dancing to some silent tune that Micah was weaving as he plucked and played it. A soundtrack of soft moans and throaty sighs accompanied him, falling from her mouth of their own accord. She only wished the rest of their clothes were gone. She wanted to feel him everywhere, wanted the scuff of his coarse leg hair against her own, the slide of her feet against his calves. In desperation, she shoved her hands down the back of his jeans and kneaded his taut buttocks, pulling him as close as she could with the barrier of their clothes. It wasn't enough! She pushed the cloth down his hips, fumbling in her impatience to get him naked, to feel all of him against all of her.
He chuckled. "Slow down, sweetheart, or you're going to do me an injury with that zipper," he warned wryly.
"Sorry," she breathed, choosing to stare at the strong column of his neck as her cheeks heated. He dislodged her hands and, rose to his knees, and slowly slid down the zipper of his fly. Melody felt her mouth go dry, her eyes drawn magnetically to where he was revealing himself. He gave a sexy little wriggle to ease the fabric off of his hips. Was that for her benefit or did it just come naturally? Oh, who the heck cared? Melody had to force herself to keep her hands by her sides, but she was rewarded for her patience when Micah shrugged off the last of his clothing then turned his attention to her own. Why weren't they gone already? She could have been out of these unattractive, fluffy pyjama bottoms by now. Not that it mattered any more since Micah was drawing them slowly down her legs, revealing her to his gaze, inch by inch.
Melody swallowed, the sight of his thick, hard cock catching her eye and holding her gaze. Jeez! Did her mouth just water? Well, that took care of the dryness at least.
She forced her gaze up to his face, only to find him staring at her with the same molten intensity in his dark eyes.
Never taking his eyes off of hers, Micah hooked her knees over his elbows and, with his strong hands palming her buttocks, lifted her sensitive core to his mouth, causing her to fling her arms out wide on the bed to balance herself.
A moment later, her hands were fisting clumps of the sheets as Micah drew the flat of his tongue along the full length of her seam, all the way to her clit which he worried with the point.
Melody gave in to an uncontrollable shudder which washed through her, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, and her breath caught in her throat.
He did it again, and it was as if her entire body had come alive. Heat swept through her, prickling the back of her neck and shoulders while a tingling sensation spread from where his clever tongue made contact with her skin, mushrooming outward and spreading goose bumps in its wake. Fire coiled in her belly, rotating, slowly at first, then gathering speed, until it roiled and contracted with every spear of his tongue or graze of his teeth against her most sensitive flesh. Her hips undulated against his mouth of their own accord, and when he sucked her clit over and over again, a wrenching sob was dragged from her throat.
And still, her body ached for more, yearned to be filled, and craved the intimacy of being joined as one with someone she truly cared about.
"Micaaahh!" she wailed as he speared the point of his tongue inside her in a crude imitation of intercourse, but it wasn't enough! She wanted more, needed more!
"Oh God!" she cried out. 'Please, Micah…please…" She wasn't even sure what she was begging for; she only knew that she needed it, right now, more than anything she'd ever needed before.
Micah dropped her back down on the bed, and she bounced just a little in his haste to grab a condom off of the dresser and smooth it over his pulsating shaft. Then he was there, his welcome weight pressing her against the mattress, his hand between them, positioning the head of his cock against her entrance. He stared into her eyes, and the connection she felt was so intense, it was almost physical.
He slicked his cock in her plentiful juices to ease his way, but before he seated himself within her body, he gritted out one last time, "Are you certain?" his voice husky with passion.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life!" Melody panted, sliding her hands along his biceps and shoulders until she reached his face. She cupped his cheeks in her palms and pulled his head down for a heartfelt, blistering kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and the eroticism of it drove her wild.
As she stroked her feet al
ong the back of his calf and his thigh as she had fantasised doing, Melody drew her legs up and opened herself wide, coaxing him inside with the heave and swell of her hips until he relented the tight hold he retained on his control and eased a gentle inch inside her. God, it felt glorious. She wanted him all; she wanted him to fill her.
Micah refused to give in to either of their baser needs. "Look at me, Melody," he demanded. "I want you to see who is taking you, know who is—"
Melody placed a slim finger against his mouth, understanding his concern but not wanting the filth of her past to encroach on the beauty of this moment.
"I know, Micah. Never doubt for one moment that I know."
Micah rested his forehead against her own and pushed forward inch by slow inch, keeping his eyes locked with hers until he was seated to the hilt.
Melody clutched at his waist, her lips slightly parted as her breath sawed in and out in light huffs, as he stretched her slowly and settled between her thighs. When at last, he stilled, filling her up, he found her mouth with his own and kissed her deeply as he began to move within her clutching sheath.
All of these years, and she had never known it could be like this. Melody felt tears prick at the back of her eyes and would have berated herself for being such a sap if there was a chance that she could think straight long enough to do that.
As it was, the moment Micah started to ease in and out of her body, it was like a dam had broken and she was being swept away on a tide of deeply profound emotions and hedonistic physical pleasure.
The delicious press of his body against hers, the way his fingers fisted in her hair, sending erotic shards of pleasure sailing across her skin, while still being thoughtful enough to brace his weight on his forearms so he didn't crush her petite frame. The slow slide of skin on skin and every little degree of distinction, smooth muscle, taut buttocks, crinkly hair, slick heat, hot sweat, and the smell of musk and sex, all put her senses on overload.
Then there was the ever-tightening knot of passion that fisted in her chest, sending vibrations of desire into every atom of her being.
Melody locked her ankles around his hips, urging him closer, faster, harder. She wanted more; she wanted it all. She wanted the cascade of sparkling golden light that she could sense in the periphery to engulf her and explode and take her on a rollercoaster ride she would never forget.
He sensed her urgency and picked up the pace, lengthening his strokes, his strong thighs powering his bucking hips as he ploughed into her, bottoming out at her cervix and sending sparkles of sensation skittering through her lower abdomen with every purposeful plunge.
Still, she was greedy for more, so she rocked her own hips up to meet him, her breath heaving out on a soft cry with every powerful thrust and adding to the backdrop of sounds, passionate moans, slapping flesh, forceful grunts, and the rhythmic creak of the wooden bed frame as it rocked with them.
Melody could feel the vivid veracity of completion within her grasp, but it wasn't quite there, she couldn't quite reach it, she needed something more.
The quiver of frustration had her blindly begging, "Micah, pleaaase…" except she didn't know what to ask for.
Perceptive as always, Micah dipped his head and took one of her stiff, peaked nipples into his hot mouth, suckling briefly before he bit down gently. The quick spike of erotic pain was everything that she needed, and, in that moment, reality spun away as she erupted in a quaking mass of searing, white hot pleasure which started in her core and crested outward until it encompassed her entire being.
And still, it wasn't over, Micah rode the wave with her, urging it onward, squeezing it tighter, until he'd wrung out every ounce of ecstasy in her body. Only then did he plough his fingers in her hair and plunder her lips in a gut-wrenching kiss, before gutturally roaring out his own pleasure and spilling his seed into her body.
Melody closed her eyes and absorbed the aftershocks of their combined bliss. Her breath was coming in short bursts and she could hear Micah panting in her ear. Their bodies were heated and slick with sweat and Melody found that she simply couldn't move. The orgasm had robbed her of her strength and all she wanted to do was lie here and glory in its radiance.
She welcomed Micah's weight atop her; it made her feel cherished and cocooned, but it didn't last long as he rolled off of her with a satisfied groan and groped his way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
Melody still didn't move, just closed her eyes and enjoyed the coolness of the night against her heated skin. She should maybe think about getting up and showering, but the moment was too sublime, and all she wanted to do was soak it up.
Micah was everything she had dreamed, and more, and a small smile graced her lips as she sensed his return. It widened in satisfaction when he climbed back in beside her and pulled her flush against his chest, pulling a sheet across their cooling bodies.
The last thought she had, before she slipped into dreams of fantasies and future, was that she wanted to stay with him and enjoy these moments forever.
Chapter 13
Micah awoke to an overwhelming feeling of peace and satisfaction unlike anything he had felt for many years. It was as if his soul had been nourished, and he knew it was all down to the remarkable woman whose bed he shared.
That she'd given of herself so wholeheartedly and completely, after everything she had been through, was a gift that Micah would always treasure. It had touched him in ways he couldn't even start to quantify.
And maybe this really had been his shot at redemption after the way everything had gone to shit with Sara, nurturing Melody, caring for her and showing her, proving to her, that there was still good in the male species, even if she hadn't seen much of it.
It was Sunday morning, and although there was still the club clean-up to take care of after last night, he was in no rush to move from this comfortable nest. Besides, there was plenty of time for that.
Melody lay sprawled against him, her legs tangled with his own, her head resting on his chest and her hair in a wild disarray around the both of them. He'd help her brush it out later, he thought with a contented smile, tightening his arms around her and pressing a light kiss to the top of her head.
Melody sighed and stretched, sleep still lulling her, and his cock thickened in response. There was going to be no keeping that bad boy down, now that it knew what was in store.
He groaned quietly as she moved sinuously against him. It was an unconscious move, not meant to arouse, but there was no point in trying to tell his dick that, especially when her hand moved across his abs, causing them to jump before settling perilously close to his rock-hard shaft. Micah sucked in a pained breath and was about to intervene and move her hand away, when instead, her fingers curled around his erection and a soft, sleepy voice murmured, "I think someone is pleased to see me."
"Undeniably." Micah chuckled, hauling her over so she lay across him. Melody carried on rubbing up against him like a feline in heat, purposefully scraping her breasts against his chest hair, and Micah groaned and grasped her hips, holding her still while he ground his pelvis into her softness. God! He felt like a randy schoolboy! And maybe that wasn't so much of a bad thing. He felt freer and more light-hearted that he had in too many years. It was a good feeling, one he wanted to hold on to.
Melody pushed herself into a sitting position, straddling him comfortably. She looked almost ethereal with the soft backlights of the bed canopy reflecting against her abundant silver hair and creating a kind of halo effect. She really was quite beautiful now that she was clean, healed, and nourished, nothing at all like the scrawny, muddy vagabond he'd taken in, scant weeks ago. Her enigmatic violet eyes, both knowing and yet innocent at the same time, were captivating and compelling. And he couldn't help stroking his hands up and down the soft skin of her pale arms.
"Do you want to tie me up?" Melody asked out of the blue as, from her perch astride him, she eyed the various eyebolts and fastening fixtures that were installed throughout the bed frame.
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Micah stilled. "Is that an offer or a question?" he asked, trying to keep things light.
Melody shrugged. "Both, I guess. "I want to make you happy, to give you what you need."
Micah gave her a breath-taking smile. "There's time enough for that sort of thing, sweetheart. Let's take it slowly and jump one hurdle at a time."
I think I might quite like to try some of that stuff with you," she admitted shyly, not quite brave enough to look him in the eye.
Micah reached up and cupped her face in his palms, pulling her down while her hair spilled around them like a silken curtain, cutting them off from the outside world, so that he could communicate his appreciation with a kiss.
"We'll get there, sweetheart, we have all the time in the world to explore this thing between us," he whispered against her mouth before he gave in to the urge to make her his once more. After years of avoiding any kind of commitment because of the way he felt he'd let Sara down, he was surprised to realise that he meant it.
Melody felt as if she was living in her own little bubble of happiness. Okay, so maybe it hadn't been that long, only a little over a week, but so far, everything had been perfect. So perfect, that the different feelings she had been harbouring about Micah were blending and coalescing until she had finally recognised them for what they were. Sure, there had been attraction and gratitude and, if she was honest, no small amount of reliance and a feeling of security which was impossible to quantify. But she had deliberately sifted through them, thanks to Micah's constant cautioning of her motivation. She had poked and probed at each individual emotion for its cause and durability, and in the end, there had only been one viable conclusion.
She loved him.
