Page 6 of Resolutions

“Don't move,” I pull my face out and say, then bring it back in, only this time I move my face up to her clit while I push three fingers into her.

“Oh my,” Melanie moves her waist as soon as my fingers are fully inserted.

I slide my tongue on her clit as I push my lips in, putting pressure on the area. I take my other hand and place it on her chest. She knows this means not to move.

I keep fingering her, sliding my hand in and out while hooking my fingers forward as I reach the peak of their entry. I push them in harder, trying to connect with her g-spot. I shove them in so that Melanie raises up on her tiptoes and I find my target. At the same time, I push my face in and nip her clit with my teeth.Melanie cums and cums hard on my face, her legs pressing me on both sides. She bucks and moans as she rides wave after wave of her climax. As soon as she stops riding my hand and face and her breathing slows some, I stand and take her hands.

“Good girl for not moving,” I kiss her cheek as I tell her.

I move her over to the built-in corner bench. I place her hands on the bench, bending her over so her ass is facing me. Reaching to the water flow knob, I change it to soak so the water is flowing on Melanie more. I don't want her to be cold and not enjoy me fucking her from behind. She looks so hot all wet, with her hair hanging on both sides of her face.

I pull her legs farther apart, allowing me to bend at the knees and line myself up with her. Reaching in, I put my cock right at the entrance to her pussy. Looking at her to make sure her hands are on the tile of the seat, I drive myself balls deep into her. Melanie lets out a scream of pleasure and shock, but then pushes back against me for the next thrust. I continue to drive myself into her, my balls smacking against the top of her pussy. The feeling of them smacking her only drives me into her harder. My hands hold her hips in place as I use them to drive myself deep. Melanie is now grunting with every thrust. She has braced herself with one arm against the wall and one on the seat.

“I'm so close,” Melanie yells as she pushes back. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back so her back has a nice arch as I pound into her soaking pussy.

“Oh, oh, OH!” Melanie's inside walls spasm around my still pounding cock. The tight, pulsating feeling is almost like she's trying to pull the sperm from my balls. I hold out for three more thrusts, then explode into her, releasing a screaming moan of my own as I push myself in as far as I can. I'm panting. Melanie is panting as the water continues to cascade over us.

Releasing her hair, I pull myself out of her.

“I hate that part,” she says as I help her stand up.

“Me too.” I kiss her cheek. “Maybe we should shower now before we run out of hot water.”

“Better yet, before your mom arrives. You know she's always early.”

We are out of the shower, dressed, and eating bagels when mom shows up to whisk Melanie off to their house.

Chapter 3

Melanie

My dress hangs high on the special hook in the bridal dressing room of the Whispering Pines Inn. The morning sunlight streams through the tall windows, making the crystals dance like dewdrops across the satin. This venue was our only choice - the inn perfectly embodies rustic chic style with its rich wood beams and luxurious fabrics, the crisp scent of pine drifting through the windows. The grand banquet room below can hold most of the town, its walkout patio offering breathtaking views over the ravine. When the owners offered it as a wedding gift to their general manager's bride, we jumped at the chance. Evelyn was severely disappointed we opted against a church wedding, but after forty or fifty conversations, she finally agreed and promised not to mention it again.

I love my dress. Everyone said I'd know instantly when I found the perfect one. They were right, it was the third one I tried on. The fitted white satin bodice hugs me perfectly, adorned witha lavender silk sash that matches the crystal flowers scattered across the floor-length skirt. Maybe it was the lavender that made me fall in love with it instantly, being my favorite color, but fall in love I did. And today, finally, I get to wear it.

The accessories make it even more special. My aunt sent my mom's diamond tennis bracelet with a note saying she knew Mom would want me to have it. My heart squeezes every time I look at it.

My dress is perfect. The venue is perfect. What's not perfect is having my mom and aunt missing this day. I miss them both desperately. Moms become so confused now, Alzheimer's is brutally cruel that way. Having your parents look at you with vacant eyes, no recognition, no memory, no idea who you are - it shatters something deep inside. At this stage, she only recognizes my aunt. Even though Cameron offered to fly down and bring them up, I couldn't put her through the confusion and exhaustion of travel. When my aunt's doctor advised against her traveling too, given her health issues, that settled it. At least they'll watch via FaceTime. I'm grateful for that much, but God, I hate this damned disease.

I sink onto the cushioned bench facing my dress, dabbing at my eyes with a tissue. The spring sunlight warms my face as I let the tears flow quietly.

Thank goodness they have each other. When Mom was diagnosed, my aunt refused to consider any other caregivers. “Sisters see each other through everything,” she'd declared. Even if Mom can't remember anyone but her now, my aunt makes sure she knows she's loved. They share every meal, watch TV together, nap in matching recliners. The routine comforts Mom. The purpose sustains my aunt.

My phone's cheerful ring startles me. Seeing Cameron's name, my heart lifts as I try to steady my voice.

“Isn't calling the bride against your mom's traditions?”

His warm chuckle wraps around me like a hug. “I'll risk it. She'd forgive me if she heard your voice. Oh babe, I know you're missing them. If your mom could be here, she would.”

“Thank you,” I whisper past the lump in my throat.

“At least they can watch,” he says gently. “I love you.”

Love floods through me, washing away the sadness. “I love you too, more than I can explain. But I promise to tell you every single day.”

“I'm holding you to that, Mrs. Whitaker. See you soon.”

“I'll be the one in white.”

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