A tiny part of me wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine, to withdraw from her, without explanation and walk away, just as she had done to me all of those years ago. The larger, more sensible side of me really did want to put all of that behind us and move forward together.
That same part also really fucking wanted to get laid. It was no surprise to me that the part of me which wanted nothing more than to feel Mel wrapped around my dick won the internal tug-of-war.
I moved down from her mouth, gracing her neck and collarbone with tiny nibbling kisses. She groaned in pleasure, and as though it had been imbued with superhuman powers, my dick grew ever harder.
The path of my lips was blocked by her sweater, and suddenly I couldn’t remember ever having wanted to part someone from their clothes as much as I wanted to get Mel out of hers. I pulled at the neck of it impatiently.
“Get this off. In fact, get naked. I want all of this off. Now.”
She looked shocked again, but didn’t argue, shifting into a sitting position so that she could strip from the waist up.
I marveled at her fabulous tits, yet again, and couldn’t resist reaching out to tweak each nipple. Mel’s body bucked in reaction, and the sight almost sent me over the edge. I took a few deep breaths to settle myself, not wanting to scare her off by acting like some kind of Neanderthal type. Still, with only the top half naked, she was still way too dressed for my liking.
I yanked at the top of her pants, my intent clear, and she squeaked in surprise before swatting my hands away, to undo the button and zipper herself. Raising herself onto her heels, she removed her panties at the same time, bearing herself to me completely. She looked at me through heavy lidded eyes, smiling slightly, almost shyly. But then her expression clouded over and she frowned.
“Hey! You have me at a disadvantage now. How come I’m buck-naked, while you’re fully dressed?”
“I don’t see anything wrong with the situation. I have you right where I want you,” I smirked mischievously, which only fanned the flames of her indignation.
She tried to sit up, but as I was straddling her it was almost too easy for me to press my hands down onto hers, sinking them into the bed above her head.
“Not so fast Melly Belly, I think I’m gonna be in control this round.” She started to voice her dissent, but I swallowed the words with another forceful kiss. As before, she melted into me as though we had always been, and were always meant to be.
She was right about one thing though, I was overdressed, and I was suddenly desperate to amend the situation.
Keeping both her hands gripped in one of mine, I pushed into the mattress above her head, I pulled my T-shirt off with the other hand. Judging by Mel’s sharp intake of breath she still liked what she saw. The feeling was definitely mutual.
As I lifted myself off her to rid myself of my pants and boxer briefs, I took in her body again. I loved the fact that despite having a certain familiarity with her glorious curves, and fabulous tits, in many ways, she was new to me.
Even after screwing each other to the point of exhaustion the night before, we were still getting reacquainted with each other’s bodies, and I was loving the process. As she watched me strip, a look of wonder settled on her features, I was sure mirroring the look of delight on mine. I felt as though I had lost a dollar and found a million.
“Jesus Mel. You know you ruined me for any other women when we were kids, right? We were made for each other then, and it’s the same now. Nobody has even come close to be being as right for me as you are.”
She nodded slowly. “I know. Everything about this just feels so right, even the bits that are wrong.”
I looked down at my eagerly bobbing dick, primed and ready for action, then smiled back at her. “Ah… what bits are wrong? Everything I’m seeing looks perfect.”
She smiled. “You know exactly what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do, and we can deal with that later, but right now, I need to be inside you.”
With those words, I flipped Mel onto her front, taking her by surprise. She didn’t miss a beat, immediately raising her butt toward me invitingly. Gripping a butt cheek with one hand, I gently teased the index finger of the other hand up and down her slowly, pausing to massage her clit. She writhed in ecstasy beneath me, moaning gently, letting me know I was on the right track.
I gave her butt one last squeeze, then released it, and used the free hand to pump my dick hard a few times, while continuing to rub her clit.
Next I reached over for a condom, sheathing up quickly. Mel’s moans got louder, and she eased her hand under herself, reaching between her legs to try to pull my finger inside her. I loved that she was so hungry for me.
“Patience baby, patience. All good things come to those who wait.”
“I don’t want to wait. I want you now.”
In truth, I didn’t want to wait either. I was done waiting.
Without hesitation I pushed my dick to her entrance. I gave her an exploratory nudge, only for her to push back so hard and so fast that I was inside her without having to move at all. I wanted to bottle the feeling that came over me, both physically and emotionally, at that moment. It was so powerful, so…overwhelming, yet at the same time it soothed my mind and body. I drew out slowly, only to then push back into her hard and fast. Her body bucked again, and she cried out, “Beck!”
“Yeah baby.” My low growl matched each thrust and retreat, and drove us both closer to the release we so desperately sought.
Our joint climax brought with it a moment of startling clarity. Mel was it for me. It had always been her, and would always be her, and now Sam too. She slayed me mentally, physically and emotionally, and as much as I liked to be in control in my life, this was one area where she held all the cards. Despite my posturing, ultimately, I would accept whatever terms she set if it meant I could be part of her and Sam’s lives.
Mel
As my orgasm hit, I was flooded with warmth, and a sense of emotional satisfaction such as I hadn’t felt for years. Twelve years, to be exact. I drifted in and out of consciousness on a cloud of post coital endorphins, drunk on the feeling that all was well in the world. Beck collapsed onto my back, panting, sweaty, and spent. He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me with him as he rolled onto his side.
With my butt tucked into the crease of his thighs as though sitting on a Beck-shaped chair, he nuzzled into the crook of my neck, kissing me gently. He scissored his top leg over me, the bottom leg under me, trapping me between them. Clearly he had no intention of letting me go anywhere.
Moments later his weight became heavier on top of me, and his breathing settled into a slow and rhythmic pattern. He’d slipped into sleep. I couldn’t blame him, I was exhausted too—it had been a big forty eight hours.
Spooning felt so intimate, yet so right, even after all these years. Thoughts flitted in and out of my mind like butterflies drifting on a warm summer breeze. Nothing settled, and the lightness in my mind spread through my body.
Even pinned to the mattress my Beck’s weight, it was as though I was resting on a cloud. Nothing seemed real. Even the light in the room seemed ethereal somehow, and I enjoyed the rare sensation of not being weighed down by normal, rational thoughts.
Sometime later— I wasn’t sure how much—I came to with a start. It was as though someone had burst a balloon over my head, jolting me from my sleep. I pulled myself upright, my heart beating a mile a minute and my chest constricted painfully. The movement startled Beck from his sleep also. He sat up quickly, squinting at me, still so good-looking, even while sleep-addled and confused.