Page 62 of On The Edge
I could’ve made some dumb joke, made an innuendo, but this is meaningful. Something that she had to hear to truly accept.
I don’t know if I’ll have to tell her again, or if she'll need to hear it from each of the guys, but I’ll tell her every day. I’ll say it over and over like a vow until it’s etched into her ribs. Wanting us all does not make her anything other than perfect for us.
Melody looks at me with such… gratitude. The glossiness of her eyes catches the light, making her dark eyes sparkle.
“I love you,” she says simply and that's all I need. It’s all I’ve ever needed.
Instead of kissing her, I drop to my knees and hold the back of her thighs. My eyes stay locked on hers.
“Can I?” I ask huskily, leaning forward and kissing her leg right where the hem of the shirt ends. I want to know what she tastes like. I want to feel her come against my face. Watching her fall apart for Adam was… Well, I’ve fucked my hands to the memory at least twice since we’ve been back in New York.
But I need to know. I need to know exactly how it feels. How she feels, how she tastes, how she sounds screaming just my name.
Melody nods as her chest rises and falls quickly with anticipation.
I moan quietly. I’m more than happy to be dominant, to take the lead. I know what I like, and I know how to make a girl happy–if you know what I mean, but there’s something about being a simp for your girl. I’m there to hold her up,not to tear her down. And sometimes that means showing your appreciation on your knees.
I kiss her leg, right underneath the hem of the shirt. Looking up at her, I see that she’s watching every move I make with hooded eyes. She’s memorizing everything, just like I am.
My fingers, rough from years of playing guitar, graze up her sides, pulling the shirt up to her waist. Exposing her bare pussy.
Happy birthday to me, thank fuck we never gave her those panties back,was my first thought.
We need to get her more clothes, was the second.
I kiss her thighs, biting softly as I move closer to the apex of her thighs. To where I know her sweet, thick, wetness will be waiting for me. Mel twists her fingers through my long hair, before moving her hand slowly down to holds my face with her thumb brushing my lower lip. I let her guide my movements as I gaze up at her.
She looks… so fucking confident, and as ready as I am to take this step. To takeourrelationship to the next level. Her eyes look so dark that I can’t tell the difference between the pupil and the chocolate-amber ring.
“This means something to me,” she says softly. “So once we’re together like this, that’s it. You’re mine.”
The way a smile breaks across my face feels like a wildfire.
“What, did you think my declaration of love was me letting you down gently?” I smirk before nipping the soft flesh of her thigh. Melody’s breathy, content,needysigh fills my ears, and I can feel my dick harden more in my pants.
“We’ve been separated by miscommunication before.”
“Never again. Not if I can help it,” I vow gently nudging her thighs apart so I can settle inside them. My nose drags up her thigh and I breathe in the heady, mouth-watering smell of her sex.
“Markus,” she sighs, and her hands go back to the edge of the desk to steady herself while I slowly move one of her legs over my shoulder to open herself up to me.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper against her. My mouth fits over her lower lips perfectly, and I part them teasingly with my tongue. The moment I do, I’m met with the overwhelming and undiluted taste of her. Of Melody.
I groan, dragging her closer to me by her ass so her pussy envelops my face.
“Markus!” She cries my name loudly, and I take that as encouragement to keep going.
I roll my tongue around her clit, slipping down into her cunt, where her walls quiver around my tongue. The leg that’s on my shoulder shifts like she’s not able to control it, so I do it again. And again. And again.
Her cries are getting louder and raspier.So damn sexy.The way her body is tightening under my hands makes me think that she might be getting close. And don’t get me wrong, I want to feel her come. I want her screaming my name while I fuck her so that all these assholes know I’m taking care of our woman.
But I don’t want her to come right now. I want to feel her fall apart on my cock.
There will be plenty of time for her to come on my face. Many, many times. This first time though, I want to comewithher.
I lick into her once more before I lean back and stand. I make sure I crowd her space as I do it. Our eyes are locked, and the air around us crackles with tension. We always did have insane chemistry, Mel and I. Those dark eyes stare at me with such anticipation and desire it’s like we’re about to jump in a fire and gladly burn together. Finally.
I know we had the moment in the bathroom with Adam, but this… this is just us. This isours. And we both know it.
