Page 68 of Brother to Brother

I sighed, “Not mad at you, Baby. Disappointed, maybe, but I don’t think I’m disappointed with you either. I think I’m more pissed or disappointed at me.”

“Why?”

“For makin’ you feel like you can’t be open with me for one. For two; that you had to go through something like that all alone… I can’t even imagine what that was like.”

“I wanted to come clean, say I was sorry. After today, I think I’m ready now.”

I nodded carefully, “That’s good Baby, but I’m realizing now that it was pretty unreasonable for me to just expect you to carry a child into this world when you weren’t ready. I never realized how much of a commitment that was, or how much of a toll it took on your body until I saw Shelly today.”

She looked at me and smiled faintly, almost carefully, “Who are you and what have you done with Archer?” she asked and I laughed lightly.

“Guess I’m just a man who finally gets it,” I said, caressing the side of her face, drinking in the sight of her.

“Gets what?” she whispered, and it was like she’d stopped breathing for a second. I knew the feeling pretty well.

“What real love is; what it’s supposed to be.”

She nodded carefully, never breaking eye contact with me. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers and her eyes drifted shut. It was something else to feel the tension drain from her shoulders as she almost melted into me. I thought to myself it was high time I made this woman feel appreciated for everything she did, and being the man that I was, I really only knew one way to express myself and that was physically. I broke the kiss and said, “Let me make love to you.”

Her eyes flicked open and she nodded very carefully, watching me as predator watches prey. I started at the front of her short sleeved blouse, plucking buttons free, carefully and lightly while she breathed shallowly, watching me; waiting to see what I would do. After every button popped, I bent and placed a kiss against the newest bit of exposed flesh.

Her bra was one of those front clasp deals, so I undid that, and pushed the whole mess of fabric back off her shoulders. I was right there, so I took a nipple into my mouth, biting gently, Mel’s body jerking towards me, fitting more of her breast in my mouth, her breath leaving her in a shuddering sigh, her fingers finding the pony tail holder Dani had made me to remember Grind. With deft fingers, Mel pulled it out of my hair, gripping it so it wouldn’t pull. As I lavished her chest with attention, my hands found the real prize of the globes of her ass, giving them a squeeze, before I was forced to put one arm around her back to hold her to me.

I didn’t remember doing it, but I was on my knees at the side of the bed, drowning in Melody, and her sweet smell of those flowers from our wedding. I watched her daub the perfume, a gift from one of the girls, behind her ear every morning and I think I was beginning to understand why. It did my heart good to know that shewantedto remember our wedding day. That it was, for her, a happier memory than it wasn’t.

It renewed my vigor in kissing down her body, her fingers threaded through my hair and holding it back so she could watch me. I hooked fingers into the waistband of her denim shorts and slid them around to her front so I could work the button free and the zipper down. She kicked off her shoes for me and arched her hips so I could take the material down her legs, sweeping her panties off right along with them.

I pressed her back to the bed, palming one of her breasts, and braced her knees open with my shoulders. I licked her pussy, sweet and musky with her arousal and let my tongue play against her clit. She arched and moaned softly and I smiled against her body, sliding one finger inside her, teasing around until I got the same response from her from my attentions to her inside.

She gasped out this beautiful little pleading moan that took the shape of my name and let me say, the struggle was real to not just get my cock out and in her. I wanted her so fuckin’ bad, but this wasn’t about me. It was about her, and she needed this. Needed my reassurance that I wasn’t pissed at her, which how could I be? I’d let Dom and even Grind pollute my head with a bunch of garbage for far too long where women were concerned. What Melody had said on our honeymoon, about breaking cycles, and the chains of our upbringings, let’s just say it applied to more than just my childhood with coked out parents and more time spent in the system than anywhere else.

I kissed her pussy lightly, drawing on her lips, sucking at her clit like my life depended on it, but honestly, I just wanted to get her through her first orgasm so that I could play a whole other way that had everything to do with making her melt, and relax. I’d had to ask Blue what the fuck was with all the weird shit in the box he’d sent along on our honeymoon and he’d laughed at me, but he’d told me today, in the waiting room in his weird, quiet way and now I couldn’t wait to try it out on her. See what reactions I could get.

I could tell she was getting close, her body arching provocatively, her voice a breathy gasping plea. She had this adorable habit of when she was getting ready to come of saying ‘higher’ as if she were being launched into the sky. I knew the feeling, but I thought it was cute as hell that she said it, probably without being aware she said it, instead of something way more traditional like, ‘almost’ or ‘so close’ or even ‘yes’.

“Oh god, Archer, higher! Just a little bit higher!”

She cried out and crashed to the bed, her body shuddering, and I sat back, pleased with myself, wiping a hand over my mouth while I fucked the shit out of her with my fingers. She grabbed my wrist, to get me to stop, crying out, “Mm-mm! Mm-mm!” completely unable to form coherent words.

Jackpot!That’d been a good one. I slipped the box out from under the bed and opened it up, pulling out a length of black silk while she lay panting.

“Middle of the bed, Baby. I want you face down,” she groaned and complied and I used the silk to tie her wrists together above her head, securing her to the wrought iron headboard.

“Archer, what are you doing?” she asked and I soothed her.

“Shh, you trust me, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then let me do this for you, please?”

“O-okay.”

She trembled slightly and I slipped the satin sleep mask out of its spot and put it over her eyes. She sucked in a breath, but didn’t protest or say anything. I admired the line of her body, laid out in my bed, and slipped the claws onto my fingertips, doing what Blue had suggested, and taking up a scrap of velvet in my other hand.

I lightly traced a line with my four fingertips down the length of her back. She pushed her body into the mattress, faint pink lines raising on her pale skin, a wash of gooseflesh radiating out from the marks. I glided the velvet over her flesh in the wake of the sharp sensation and watched her shudder… oh yeah. This was going to be fun.

For the better part of an hour I played with Melody, using sensation as a means to excite, torment, and soothe her until she was limp, relaxed, and just about putty in my hands. Soft things, sharp things, prickly things, cold things, warm things, the touch of my calloused fingers, the prick of the spikey wheel thing, the glide of silk, the catch of velvet; all of it coming together to titillate and inflame her senses until she was wet and ready, begging me to be inside her.

---