Whisper Me and Roar: A Second Chance Romance

by Bri Stone

  I roll and settle between her legs, the heat of her burning through my jeans. My lips explore her skin, so much of her exposed I haven’t seen yet as my fingers and lips get to know her all over again. When I get done with her chest, the valley between her full breasts, and the sweet softness of her neck, I find her lips again and the kiss is more urgent, more intense.

  My body swells with anticipation, my cock getting as hard as it can like it wanted to for so long since I’ve known her. Of course, things have gotten heated between us, and I’ve imagined taking our kisses and tosses in bed a lot further but I wanted to wait for the right time and this is it.

  Melinda glides her fingers through my hair and arches herself towards me before her hands move down my body, leaving the ends of my skin yearning for her. I nearly tremble when her fingers travel down my abs further and further to the waistband of my jeans, and her hands curl inside and barely brush against the end of my cock before they leave me and undo my jeans instead. Our lips break away and I kick my jeans off and my hands slide behind her to the clasp of the bra. My heart has been beating a million times faster, but it all slows down when I unclasp her bra and slide it down her arms. My breath hitches, I lick my lips and take her in but only for a moment because I want to see all of her; and so, I take her panties off too and lean up as I look at all of her. From her gorgeous face, and those bright brown eyes wide as they watch me, down to the slopes of her chest falling down to her full breasts, her brown nipples slightly darker and puckered. My eyes focus there before her forearms try and cover herself and I take her wrist gently.

  “Nuh -uh, sweetness.” I kiss her knuckles before I set her arms back away from her.

  And I continue my memorization of her body with my arms from her naval and cute little belly button to the light spray of dark hair between her legs. My right hand starts from her knee, traveling up the planes of her leg until I reach the heat between her legs, and her breath catches only slightly. I look in her eyes as if to ask is this okay and she nods before I nudge her legs open, my fingers prying her sweet, slick, pale brown folds open before I move down her body with my lips. Kissing her until I reach her sex, and my breath blows over her to make her thighs tighten around my shoulders.

  “I want to taste you.” I look up at her, and she bites her bottom lip as her brows draw together, and she nods slowly.

  I shift her legs, hitching one of her thighs over my shoulder as I splay my lips over her and she lets out a moan, and it grows louder when I kiss her completely, my tongue just under her throbbing her clit when I do. And she gushes, gosh she gets so wet for me I can barely keep up. My lips glide over her as I tease her with my tongue, trace her tender folds and feel her pulsing against me before I close around her throbbing clit and give her more and more before she erupts in an orgasm that makes my head spin. I release her legs; her sighs grow to pants as I climb back up her body and cup her face as I kiss her.

  She holds her hands over my lower back, her fingers nervously coming around to my briefs. I want to shuck them off at once but part of me wants to wait for her to do it and move at her pace, so I do. I cup her breast in my hand, my palm grazing her nipple as I use my mouth on the other. I suckle her skin like I actually want to eat her, leaving her skin glistening as I move along and close over her nipple. She moans again, her fingers moving faster and tugging my briefs away. I move to the other breast, massaging her flesh, tasting her, over and over, and not wanting to stop ever. But the rest of me has other plans.

  “That feels good…” Melinda says almost to herself, but I hear her.

  My cock screams when her hand closes around the middle of me. “Oh god…” she whispers.

  I smirk, “You flatter me.” I kiss her as she giggles, and my hands move to massage her hips as I settle between them. My tongue dances with hers, drives over her soft, full lips as they suck mine and we continue until I pull away breathless. My cock presses against her leg between us and it reminds me that there is so much more than this and that I’m almost dying for it.

  “I take birth control, if you don’t want to use a condom.”

  “That’s good, ‘cause I doubt there is one out here.” I chuckle, and she smiles softly.

  I kiss away the unease in her and she melts back against me again. Her hands trail up my arms until they settle around my shoulders and my body flushes to hers completely. I take the tip of my cock and glance down to watch my dark pink, engorged flesh disappear in her brown softness.

  It’s like whatever edges of us were left unlinked have come together, as I sink deeper inside of her until I lose myself in her. I don’t ever want to be found. She writhes beneath me as I penetrate her and don’t stop until I am buried in her to the hilt, no part of our skin not touching. I wrap my arms around her as she arches her back and moves with me.

  My hips glide against hers as I move inside of her. I feel myself growing, pulsing for more of her as I feel her warmth encasing me, and then the cold darkness of the barn before I am inside her again. It’s all perfect—it’s all of everything.

  “Oh, Pete—Pete—” her lips are pressed against my ear, her hot breath against me as she moans. My face is buried in her neck as I kiss her, suckle her skin more and more at every turn.

  And her body trembles, her softness rolls against me as her body drives closer to another orgasm. I hold off, letting my mind go elsewhere as I thrust into her faster. Her delicious little moans start to fill the room, her breathless sighs egging me on. My hands want every inch of her—I cup her breasts each in turn, then down to her hips and her full ass as I hold her under me and keep making love to her on the hay like a true farm boy. But with her I feel like more than it, I feel like more than I ever thought I could be. Because I’m hers and that’s enough. She belongs to me and I belong to her. Within reason, I’m obsessed with her and I never want to be apart from her.

  This is everything. With her writhing and moaning beneath me, clutching me to her and clutching me inside of her and she breaks off in breath as her body floods with white heat as she comes again. It’s so intense I feel it inside myself and she grasps me even tighter as I still inside of her and grunt my own orgasm out, filling her with my release, shuddering until I collapse against her.

  She looks right into my eyes and I hold her there. Her smile slight as I return it and then kiss her softly. Our lips coax softly, still tired and spent, but wanting more. My thumb traces down her cheekbone, and I tilt my head to deepen the kiss just slightly before she pulls away and I slip out of her with a heavy sigh.

  I keep her in my arms, the draft of the barn giving even me a chill. I cover her as much as I can with my shirt and hug her close. Her head rests on my chest, and I inhale the top of her head as we come down together.

  “That was so perfect.” She whispers, her fingers tracing over the ridge of my pecs.

  “Yeah?”

  She nods.

  I kiss her forehead, “It was. Unfortunately, we can’t go back in the house for quite a while.” I chuckle. I feel her smile softly against my chest.

  “I love you, Melinda,” I add, I just like hearing myself say it. I kiss her again and hold her close to me before she says anything.

  We lay back and the day starts to meet me. Still tired from the game yesterday, and then the family shenanigans from today, now this. But Melinda is still awake against me as I feel myself slipping away. I know she must think I’m asleep when she leans up and looks down at me, and it’s hard to keep my eyes closed and breathing steady.

  I manage though, and her running her fingers through my hair lulls me down even more. But even in that sweet crevice between sleep and reality, I know I’m not dreaming when I feel her press her lips to mine, and she might as well have roared as she whispers to me, “I love you too, Pete.”

  PETE

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  “Pete…Pete?”

  Soft fingers press my lips around, mushing them as I break off a snore. My eyes snap open, to the bright light peeking in the
barn. The grog of the morning dies away and I remember everything at once—Melinda is next to me, her chest latched over mine and arms slunk around my chest, our legs entwined. The hay is itchy, but her fingers—

  “Sanders—” I gape in shock. He’s giggly, this grin he has that’s cute and mischievous at the same time.

  “Biscuits. Momma said to get you for biscuits.” His lisp is understandable now.

  I sit up a bit, slightly moving Melinda. I’m distracted by how beautiful she looks asleep, in the sunlight. But we’re also naked, my shirt only covers her. I didn’t mean to sleep out here all night.

  She said she loves me, I didn’t imagine that. I wasn’t asleep yet.

  “Okay, little man. Um, I’ll be there in a second.” I poke his bare belly.

  He cackles and points with his stubby little finger. His messy hair fans over his eyes, that still shine with his smile like when he was a baby and gets worse as he still laughs.

  “I see your mule.” He barely gets out, between his chortles.

  I chuckle, “Okay, little man.” I find my jeans at the edge of the corner and drag them over me.

  “Let’s keep this to ourselves, okay? Promise?” I glance at Melinda, still sleeping, and cover her with my frame.

  “For what?” he screws up his face, crossing his little arms.

  “Um, rides on the tractor. All the way, I promise. Go wait inside okay?” I nudge him, he motions to shake hands and I laugh, sealing the deal.

  He laughs and runs along and I know I’m in for it because he can’t keep his mouth shut for anything. I exhale, falling back onto the haystack, which is surprisingly comfortable.

  “Melinda,” I brush her cheek with the back of my hand. Her lids move, her thick lashes fluttering.

  “Wake up, sweetness.” I smile to myself, when she opens her eyes she sees it.

  “Hey.” She swallows, brings her hands up to rub her eyes and yawns as she stretches out.

  “Hey, Sanders just caught us. We should go inside.”

  Her eyes widen in shock as she sits up quickly.

  “Oh…”

  “Yeah,” my words get caught as my eyes braze over her naked back. Her skin is so creamy and sinuous, her back curves just above her ass, down into the slope of it. She holds my shirt in front of her chest, but from behind, I see the swells of her breasts on the sides. The longer I look, the easier it is for me to see the prints of my hand on her; on her waist, her hips. I’m sure she can feel the welts I put on her, but they aren’t visible to me.

  “Pete? Hello?”

  She turns, twisting at her back to look at me.

  “Oh—sorry. You look beautiful.” I lean on my elbow, smiling at her.

  She grins but it’s in spite, “There is hay in my hair. And… other places.”

  “Still beautiful.” I trail my fingertips up her arm, reaching her shoulder where I tug her down and kiss her.

  Soft, her lips are so soft against mine. It’s the first time I have really kissed her good morning, I want to savor it. I suck her lips harder, deepening the kiss when my tongue fleets over her lips and meets hers. She sighs, that sweet little air of breath she always makes, before she pulls away.

  “How will we get back inside? Everyone will see…”

  She looks mortified, and it makes me laugh.

  “Worse has happened. But I know a place, we gotta go now though because Sanders knows how to rally a force.” I say, but that just gets her even more freaked out.

  We move quickly though, getting back in our clothes and looking somewhat decent. I kiss her again, just to humor her, she’s absolutely mortified.

  “It’s not so bad, my family has seen worse than this.” I tuck her hair away and try to pick some hay out. She reaches up and does the same to me.

  “Whatever…” she sighs.

  I smile and stop when we walk to the door of the barn and I peek outside. I face around to her; my hands go around her waist and I cup her cheek with the other.

  “Melinda,” I get her to look at me. Her breathing slows for the first time since I woke her, I smile, it seems to ease her further.

  “Last night… was spectacular. And I love you.” I smile wide at her, my grin is as shit eating as it feels, and I can’t stop it even if I wanted.

  She smiles back, her bright pearly whites blinding me. My lips twitch to tell her I heard her last night, heard her say that she loves me, but there is a reason why she whispered it. And as much as I want to hear her say it, I don’t need to. Because I know it, the way she looks at me now. The way she moves to hug me tight right now. I hug her back, kiss her neck and then her cheek before I kiss her lips again. It doesn’t waste time getting urgent, she falls into me as I let myself catch her and lean into her just as much. As hard as I possibly can, as tight as I can possibly hold her.

  We just exist together, in this moment. After I tell her I love her and she can’t say it because I don’t know everything about her, I don’t know about her past, I just know what I have now. And it’s enough to love her, so much. So completely. It hurts, it causes me pain. And it brings me joy.

  Just as quickly, noises ensue outside that can only mean people are waking up and starting to move about. They’ll find us soon enough. We break off the kiss with slight laughs.

  “We should go.”

  I rush her outside with me to the back way into my room I always used back in high school. Late nights, the usual, I’ve had to sneak in a few times. The back porch is closed off by a huge wooden door, everyone thinks it just creaks and doesn’t do anything but I know behind it is the staircase to the second level. Once we get through that, my bedroom is right around the corner on the landing.

  “You’re sneaky,” Melinda says.

  “Sometimes.” I grin at her.

  I move to my hamper in the corner to drop my hay covered clothes in. Motioning for her to do the same, I try to not make it a show of watching her undress. But it’s hard not to—she’s so perfect, so beautiful.

  “We can shower before we go down there,” I tell her.

  “Okay.”

  I wait for her to use the bathroom before I come in and do the same. We brush our teeth, playful as we fight over the sink and the running shower water heats up, fogging the mirror.

  “Wait—I can’t get my hair wet.”

  I’ve stepped half in the shower as I extend my hand to her, my eyes roaming over her body.

  “Shut up Melinda, come here.”

  She makes a face but I take her wrist and tug her toward me anyway and lift her in the shower, right under the water too. She squeals and waves at me, her nimble hands on my chest swatting at me. I laugh and hold her close, knowing I can overpower her easily but choose not to.

  Her hair is soaked, that’s when she gives up. I grin at her; the curls grow deeper as they get wet and hang around her face. I tug them back, cupping her face as I bring my lips to hers and kiss her. Her arms link around my neck, her body presses to mine. I can’t keep my cock from hardening between us, against her stomach. She moans into my mouth, kissing me back harder.

  I press her into the shower wall, her hands wrap around my forearms, then glide up over my biceps, her hands splay over me but don’t even cover me completely from the size of my arms. She moves down my stomach, stopping just before my now aching cock but doesn’t go any further. It’s like she’s timid, but I can’t imagine why. She was the same way last night, but everything with Melinda happens in stride so I don’t imagine this will be any different.

  She leans away to break the kiss, my lips travel down her neck, gliding over the water. I suckle the skin under her ear, across her neck and clavicle. I couldn’t stop if I was forced to. Her hands continue to roam over my body, kneading at my flesh, her touch burning into my soul. Our lips meet again and the kiss is short lived as we’re out of breath.

  Her legs hitch over my hips before she starts to laugh.

  “What?” I breathe, my voice weighed down by the intense desire in my bones.<
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  “I’m a little sore.” She bites her plump bottom lip and gives a timid smile.

  I grin down at her, I thought I was pretty easy—I mean, it didn’t feel very rough to me, but I’m not about to ask about it.

  “Okay, that’s fine.” I kiss her cheek.

  “It’s just—” she blows water out of her face, wipes it from her eyes.

  “Yeah?” I lean away from her, so I’m not pressed on her stomach.

  Her eyes waver from me like she wants to say something. But then she doesn’t, her arms tighten around my neck as she reaches up to kiss me.

  “Nothing.” She smiles.

  I smile back at her and then we finish off showering. I never really got the whole showering together thing until now, sharing this personal intimate space, like sleeping together—just sleeping.

  We get dressed and meet the family downstairs for breakfast, we are only fashionably late but my sisters are worse off. And no one makes any jokes, which is good. Melinda tied her hair up into a bun, something about not having the right products with her, I wasn’t really listening. Her jeans and one of my green team shirts fit her like a dress, I’m dressed similarly to be casual since we are driving back to campus today.

  Mom made an amazing spread of biscuits, a huge oatmeal pot, eggs, and bacon. It’s spectacular, I eat myself half to death just like yesterday at Thanksgiving dinner. Melinda is halfway there with me.

  My family chats each other up, Melinda hits it off with my sisters a lot easier than I thought. Darrum fully distracts everyone with stories of his last tour.

  It warms my heart that everyone gets along. That Melinda and my family sync with each other. I love Melinda more than I can say, more than I can think.

  Almost more than I can hold. But it’s all I want to do. It’s all I want. If I can get through to her, get her to open up more… I know it will just bring us closer, make us better. Whatever she is afraid of, whatever happened, or happens—I wish the wonder and the fear would just go away because when I look at her…

  When I look in Melinda’s eyes, I see the woman I love. The woman who is afraid to love me but does it anyway. And as that person, I know it’s in my strength to find out why, more than a duty… just what feels right.