I need her to be my equal, one who won’t hesitate to tell me when I screw up and doesn’t think twice before acting on her instincts. That’s what she should have been back then and I have wondered over the past few months if she is truly submissive by nature or if it was easy for her to fall into that role because of where she was in her own life.
“Never,” I assure her. “I love you Melanie. I know I said that to you before and then hurt you, but I need you to know that this time will be different.”
“I know,” she whispers. Even though I wasn’t expecting her to profess her undying love for me, I feel somewhat let down by her simple answer. With so much uncertainty in my life lately, I was hoping to get a bit of reassurance from her that I’m not making assumptions of what she feels for me.
She reaches behind her body, intertwining our fingers before taking a step back to pull me out of my seat. She then takes a step forward, so close that her body presses against mine. I reach down, lifting her face enough to show her how much this chance means to me. I cup the side of her face, my thumb gently caressing her cheek as I look at her in wonder. She tilts her head slightly, pressing her face harder to my hand as I continue staring at her. As much as I want to kiss her, the need to simply see her wins out. As long as I keep my eyes open and maintain the physical connection we have right now, I will know she’s truly here with me. That is, until I watch as the tip of her tongue peeks between her lips, slowly licking from one side to the other.
No longer able to resist the urge to feel her lips against mine, I place my lips at the corner of her mouth, trying to gage her reaction. When she doesn’t pull back, I repeat the gesture on the other side before running the tip of my tongue across her lower lip. I pull back, looking into her deep brown eyes, smiling as I remember the way gold flecks seem to dance around her irises when she’s turned on. If the way her body slumped against mine as our lips touched wasn’t confirmation enough that she wants this as much as I do, that glint in her eyes is a dead giveaway.
I tighten my grip around her waist, pulling her body tight to mine. She lets out a gentle moan as my lips cover hers in a hungry, needy kiss. Her lips part, inviting me into her warm mouth. Our tongues dance and curl around one another, as if committing each other’s tastes to memory. Never before has the taste of mint left me needing so much more. As the kiss intensifies to a lust-filled, savage exchange, I feel my cock begin to swell between our bodies.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I can feel a tug at the hem of my shirt, closely followed by delicate fingers leaving trails of fire along my already heated flesh. Being this close to Melanie, feeling her mouth on mine is like heroin to me. Kissing her isn’t enough, I need more. But I’m determined to take things slow this time.
“I’m sorry,” I say in a strained voice. With a strength I wasn’t aware I possess, I manage to pull myself away from her. We’re standing at the point of no return and I know that even another second of feeling her body melding to mine would cause me to lose the ability to stop.
“It’s okay,” she assures me tenderly, running her small hand up my chest. She moves closer, refusing to give me the space I desperately need. She continues to trace the lines of my upper body, thankfully over my shirt this time. My head tips back, eyes closing as I give myself a moment to just feel her so close to me. A small part of me still worries she’s going to be the voice of reason, telling me again that the risks outweigh the benefits. “I’m a big girl. I knew what was going to happen when I walked in your front door. I still have concerns, but I’m tired of pretending.”
The immature part of me wants to do a fist pump, but I contain my elation. “We have to get out of here,” I tell her, knowing that I can’t be anywhere with her and private horizontal surfaces right now. Once the adrenaline wears off, it’ll be different, but having her back in my life, truly with me, I want to take her into my room and show her how much I’ve missed her for the past nearly seven years.
Now that we’re not trying to fight our feelings for one another, we’re able to sit in comfortable silence as Xavier drives north out of Madison. I don’t have to ask him where we’re going. I know we’ll stop at the little deli on the other side of the river before heading to Devil’s Lake for the day. It’s the place we spent almost every free weekend when we were a couple, climbing the bluffs and stopping to have a picnic along the way. I lean my head back against the seat, enjoying the feel of his hand resting on my thigh.