Page 57 of Brother to Brother

“That’s not really helpful for making me understand it, I mean… it is kind of gross, isn’t it?”

“Meh, it can be messy, but I’m a grown ass man. I learned how to wash my dick a long ass time ago.”

I could hear Mel roll her eyes, “Oh mygod, Archer! Stop, your idea of romance is just killing me here.”

I shoved my dick back into her pussy, her walls clenching in surprise as she cried out first in surprise, but pretty quick she bit it off into one sexy as hell moan. Oh man, she was still wet. I stroked in and out of her a few times.

“You were saying something?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah…” her voice was breathy.

“What were you saying?” I asked driving into her gently, I knew where that spot of hers was now, and I made sure I was going over it.

“More?” she asked.

“Fuckin’ right,” I growled and nipped her shoulder. I was a little more aggressive with my thrusting, but made sure to stay inside her comfort zone. It took practice to read a woman’s body language, to know where the boundaries were and to stay coloring inside the lines. I don’t know what it was about Mel, but I picked up on hers pretty quick.

Maybe it’d been all those years watching her with Grind, as creepy as fuck as that sounded. Even if you don’t spend much time interacting with someone, you spend enough time around ‘em, spend a few months livin’ with ‘em, you pick up on some of their subtler cues. As much as I was enjoying keeping her pinned on her stomach, the delicate curve of her ass fitting the curve of my hips as I shoved inside her, I was missing her legs and arms wrapped around me; I’d liked that, too.

I pulled out of her, and thought that a bath woulddefinitelybe the next order of business when I was through with getting my fill of her lush body underneath mine.

“Turn over,” I gasped and let her up enough so she could do it. She did, and immediately pulled me down on top of her, her legs going around my waist, her arms around my shoulders. Her nails dug into my back and I thrust into her a little harder than I’d meant to, but it turned out to be okay because she wasinto it. Like so into it, that she clamped her legs around me harder, pulling my cock into her further, her teeth setting into one of my trap muscles a little less than gentle.

I couldn’t leave a challenge like that unanswered, so I drew back and thrust into her even harder. She arched and cried out, “Oh, yeah!” and it was pretty frenzied after that. I sailed past lovemaking right into some down and dirty fucking, and she kept pace the whole way. I was glad for it, and that it didn’t always have to be slow, because I liked it a little on the rougher side some nights too.

“A little more! A little more!” she cried and I gave it to her, and she crashed to the bed, crying out in wild abandon as her body went deliciously haywire beneath mine. Oh yeah, it was just what I needed to tipmeover the edge. It seemed we were compatible in the sack, which was a good thing. A very good thing.

We rested, catching our breath, finding our heartbeats and taming them into a more sedate pace. It was with more than a little reluctance and some regret that I pushed off of her and got to my feet.

“Where are you going?” she asked softly and it made me smile that she wanted me to stay.

“Drawing us a bath, we’re a mess and I’d rather not fuck up the sheets.”

“It looks big enough for two, think we’ll both fit?”

“We’ll find out,” I said and padded into the bathroom barefoot. I could have sworn I heard her hum with appreciation. I was glad she liked the view.

I started the water and looked at the box of bath shit that was still sitting on the little side table beside the tub. Melody laughed at me from the open bathroom doorway.

“What?”

“You’re looking at it like it’s going to bite you,” she said, laughing so hard tears sparkled in the corners of her eyes.

“I’m not rightly sure it isn’t,” I said.

“Want me to pick?”

“I sure as hell don’t; I’d have to pull my own man card.”

She dumped a vial of this and a bottle of that and pretty soon the water was foaming and swirling with sparkly shit in it. I stared at it, eyebrows raised and Melody smirked.

“You need to get in first, if we’re both going to fit,” she said.

“You tell Rush or Nox about this, I’m going to spank that ass before I fuck it.”

She giggled and I liked that she’d relaxed around me enough to do it. She got into the bath and I helped her sit between my knees and lean back against my chest. She hummed in appreciation and when the water was deep enough, reached up and shut off the tap.

“Like this.” I said, head leaned back, eyes closed.

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