Page 39 of Where You Are

She weakly nods as I release her.

“I’ve got Luna, go take care of yourself. Dust yourself off and she’ll be here when you get back; and so will I.”

I stay on the porch and wave to her as she pulls out of the driveway, just a quiet way of letting her know I’ve got her back.

When I head into Luna’s room, I find her and Melanie sprawled out on her bed with the oil pastels and sheets of some kind of thick, white paper. Luna’s drawn a flower with a green stem and purple petals and Mel is showing her how to smear the colors in an outward motion with her thumb. Luna wears a captivated smile as she follows her lead, giving the picture sort of a blurry and abstract look to it. Like me, she’s amazed at how beautiful it’s turning out, and it seems so easy to do.

“You two behaving in here?” I say, leaning on the door frame and crossing my arms, mocking the impression of an authoritarian. Their heads turn in my direction, Melanie giving me a knowing smile and Luna with an excited gasp.

“Look Uncle Matt!” she exclaims, holding up her drawing of the blurry flower. I drop my jaw in surprise like I didn’t just see her working on it.

“That looks incredible, Monkey! Did Melanie show you how to do that?” She nods, her sweet little smile beaming with pride. I take the drawing from her. “This is going up on the fridge,” I inform her.

“I want to do another one!” She bounces in her seat on the bed as she reaches for another piece of the paper.

“It’s close to your bedtime kiddo,” I inform her, and she frowns adorably at me. “Buuut, I suppose you could do some more. How about you bring it all in the living room and I put on a movie?” I suggest. It’s the best way to settle her down. Her smile comes back and she hops off the bed, indicating her agreement. Melanie helps her gather up the supplies and she eagerly shuffles past me towards the living room.

We spend the rest of the evening watching Tangled, with Luna making more pictures on the coffee table in front of us for the first half, and asleep with her head in Melanie’s lap for the second. We could’ve shut off the movie at any time once she was out, but I feel content here, sitting with my arm around Melanie while she absently rubs my sleeping niece’s back. The domesticity of the moment sends a flash through my chest. It’s quick, like a shock, but leaves a residual thrill echoing through my body. It feels amazingly good, like years of happiness just slammed into me. I feel it again when the movie ends and I scoop Luna out of Mel’s lap and carry her to her room to put her to bed, while Mel pulls the covers down for me. I can’t help but envision us doing the same motions with our own children someday. The image breaks into my mind without my permission but I welcome it, allowing myself to fall deeper for this woman.

Every time I’m with her, she shows me a new depth to how amazing she is, and tonight was a huge testament to her kindness, her warmth, her integrity, and I want nothing more than to be close to her, bury myself in her. I want to feel every inch of her as I surround myself with her essence.

When the light is off and the door is shut behind us, I grab Mel’s hand and start leading her down the hallway towards my bedroom.

“What are you doing? I should go…” she protests in a whisper, trailing behind me, but not pulling away.

“I’m taking you to bed,” I answer simply.

“I shouldn’t stay the night while your niece is here. It’s inappropriate,” she argues, still whispering as I pull her into my room and shut the door behind us. I don’t bother with any lights as I back her against the door, caging her in with my hands.

“What would be inappropriate,” I start to correct her as I kiss her cheek and continue slowly down to her neck as I speak, “is if she knew all the things I’m about to do to you.” I hear Melanie’s breath hitch at my words, a good sign that she’s getting on my page. “Which she won’t, because we’re doing it behind a closed door while she’s asleep.”

I kiss my way over to the hollow of her throat, letting my tongue sneak out to taste her and I’m rewarded by another sharp intake of breath from her.

“Think of all the parents out there,” I add in a gravelly whisper. “Do you think they just stop fucking once they have kids?” She drops her head back against the door as I work my way up her neck to her chin, allowing myself to breathe in her mesmerizing scent.

“You have a point there,” she concedes, her voice thick and breathless as she glides her hands up my chest, their warmth seeping right through the cotton of my t-shirt.

“So…” I tell her as I reach for the hem of her top and raise it up over her head before tossing it aside, “you’re not going anywhere.” My voice is gentle but commanding as I grip her waist with both hands and sweep my thumbs across her silky skin. “You’re going to stay right here and let me make you feel phenomenal because that’s what you are.” Her breasts are being held up in cups of white lace, and I bring my hands up to squeeze them together, and start making out with her cleavage. She lets out a moan and brings her hand to grip the back of my neck. I work my way back up to her mouth and rake a hand into the back of her hair as I haul her up with my other arm and walk her to the bed, dropping her onto the mattress. I can just barely see her against the bedspread, her skin illuminated by the shred of moonlight coming through the curtains. I reach behind her to unhook her bra and stand back to watch her pull the straps down her arms. Once it’s off, I advance on her, locking my mouth down on hers and pressing her to lie back on the bed. Her arms go around me, threading one hand into my hair as I fiercely kiss her, my tongue sweeping through her mouth in search of hers. My cock is hard as granite and I grind against her so she can feel what she’s doing to me, causing her to release a soft moan into my mouth. I have one hand in her hair while the other ventures down her body, stopping once to massage her breast before continuing down to the clasp of her jeans.

I pop the button on them and release her mouth from mine to unfasten them and work them down her legs, along with her panties. I get on my knees on the floor and waste no time positioning her legs over my shoulders. Gripping her thighs, I bring my mouth down on her and press my tongue against her folds, running it up and down her slit. Her back arches as I circle my tongue around her opening, enjoying the way her breath starts to come in short and shallow pants. It spurs me on to hear how unbearably good I’m making her feel. Her rapid breathing is interrupted by a moan when I close my mouth down around her and start to devour her sweetness. She has one hand in my hair and one in her own as she starts to roll her hips in a languid rhythm, trying to keep her noises to gasps and breaths, but letting a moan escape every once in a while.

“Matt…” she squeaks out when she gets close and reaches for me.

“Shh… Just lie back and let it happen,” I whisper before I drive my tongue into her harder, moaning against her to give her more sensation. Only seconds after, she comes hard, her back bowing off the bed as I groan in satisfaction against her. I rise to hover over her, rubbing her clit with my fingers to help her ride out the aftershock of her orgasm. She takes her time coming down and I watch in awe as her chest rises and falls, her eyes fluttering open and closed. Even in the dark, I can see the flush coloring her skin and the moonlight reflecting in her glassy eyes as she looks at me with a relaxed smile.

I continue to stroke her between her legs and lean down and kiss tenderly from her ear, to her cheek, to her mouth. She lets out an exhausted moan against my lips before I stand to peel my shirt off. Next I undo my jeans and pull them down with my boxers, freeing my achingly hard cock.

I climb over Melanie, my knees straddling her, my dick brushing against her thigh. I’m so taken with her right now I just want to consume her; make her become part of me and myself a part of her. I feel a predatory need to imprint myself in her soul like she just did with mine. And in this moment, I can’t think of any better way than to join our bodies, breathe her in, and let our skin fuse together.

“You’re mine.” I didn’t even plan on the words leaving my mouth on a ragged breath, but they are definitely playing in my mind as I look down at her, looking back up at me with a lustful want in her eyes. “Say it,” I beckon, as I glide my hands up her arms that are lying splayed over her head. “Please, say it.”

She slowly nods, her eyes looking clear and glassy in the moonlight.

“I am yours,” she attests with a quiet passion in her voice. Her breathing is still ragged.

She’s mine. Mine to love and make love to. Mine to touch. Mine to worship in all ways. All of a sudden, I’m unable to wait or savor the moment. I push inside her unceremoniously, eliciting a high gasp that can be heard in the back of her throat. I fuck into her slowly for only a few pumps before I pick up the pace. I find a hard, steady rhythm, rolling my hips and feeling myself reach deep inside Melanie. It feels so fucking good I want to relinquish control over to my body. By the sound of the moans coming out of Melanie, I don’t think she’d mind.

“Shh…” I remind her, placing my hand over her lips. She continues to moan and let out some breathy cries, trying futilely to control her voice. With one hand gripping her chin, I seal my mouth over hers. I let her cry out into my mouth, unable to hold back my own noises. I’m plunging in as far as I can go, but it still doesn’t feel deep enough. My pace is erratic, like my body is running away from me, but Mel is right there with me, her nails biting into the skin on my back and her legs going around my waist, welcoming me deeper into her channel. I feel torn in two directions as my heart wants to make love to her, yet my body wants to fuck her into oblivion.

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