Page 29 of Where You Are
He obliges, taking a forkful and poking it into his mouth. I watch his face for his reaction, but he stays remarkably stoic as he chews.
“You’re definitely trying to kill me,” he says, pointing his fork at me before stabbing another bite to put in his mouth. “How the hell am I supposed to stop eating this?”
“You like it, huh?” I ask, digging into my own dish.
“It’s addictive. I’m hooked. I’m going to have to run an extra mile tomorrow.”
We spend the rest of the evening sitting together on an Adirondack style bench with a blanket over our legs in front of the fire. It’s one of the most romantic evenings of my life, sitting here half-dressed under the stars with Matt as the amber light from the flames reflect off his face and bare chest. And while we’ve spent pockets of the last few weeks getting to know each other, it feels like more layers are being unveiled in this one night than ever before. His fingers lazily play with mine as we talk about everything from our childhoods, what we were like in high school, even our most embarrassing moments that we’re able to comfortably laugh about together.
I’ll always see my mother’s tour of the world as one of the best things I ever did in my life, but I’m glad for tonight, because as I sit here with Matt, I realize some of life’s greatest experiences can happen right here, with the right person. It opens my eyes to how she must have felt meeting my dad and no longer feeling that pull from her lifelong dream, because all of a sudden, it couldn’t compare.
In this moment I know for sure that if this had happened before I left, I never would have gone. I would have stayed right here.
Chapter Fifteen
Matt
I feelMelanie’s warmth rolling over me and breathe in her scent before I even open my eyes to the early morning rays of the sun. I give myself half a second to prepare myself for the beautiful sight I know I’ll be treated to when I open my eyes, and reality does not disappoint. My beautiful lady is on her side facing me, the sunlight dancing on her skin and making it glow. Her face is relaxed which elates me, knowing that she’s that content sleeping next to me.
Last night, the effects of a day in the sun followed by filling ourselves with her incredible cooking made us content to just go to sleep in this bed together. I did manage to get her shirt off of her though so that we could fall asleep skin-on-skin, making me feel more at home than I have anywhere in my entire life.
And now, I find myself jealous of the streaks of light coming through the window across the loft and how they are grazing her skin. I can’t resist reaching a hand out and stroking her smooth cheek with a fingertip before letting it graze down the side of her neck to her shoulder. Her eyes flutter open to show me a light emerald, and her mouth pulls into a warm smile that looks like she didn’t even have to think about it; it came naturally. It pleasantly startles my heart, making it beat rapidly for a couple of seconds before settling back down to bask in her soothing presence again.
“Were you watching me sleep again?” she asks in playful admonishment.
“Damn right I was,” I admit shamelessly, as my hand reaches for her hair to play with the strands. She breathes out a peaceful sigh at my touch before rolling to her back and stretching like a cat, pushing her sheet-covered torso towards the ceiling. Now my already waking dick is full on straining in her direction.
I move my hand to the top of the sheet where it lies across her chest, and with a single finger, pull it slowly downward, my finger grazing the slowly exposed skin. It travels down the valley between her breasts, across her navel, and comes to a stop just before her mound. Her eyes go from my hand to my eyes as she coyly nibbles her bottom lip. I ease closer to her and drape an arm over her, letting my face hover over hers.
“I want you,” I tell her in a gravelly whisper as my hand strokes across her hip.
“Well…” she reaches up to cup the side of my face and caresses the scruff there. “Take me then,” she whispers back, just before I bring my mouth down on hers. It’s full, but I keep it gentle and make it last a few moments before letting my lips travel to the corner of her mouth and then to her jaw. My hand moves from her hip and glides over her pelvis before finally skimming beneath her panties to her pussy to find her wetness, already slippery under my touch. I dip a finger inside her and rub it deftly against her clit as I trail kisses down her throat. She sucks in a gasp in response and it sends a throb through my cock. She arches into me, moaning, and it’s not long before her pheromones rise off of her and float in the air surrounding us. I withdraw my hand and wrap my arms protectively around her, pulling her close, her skin against mine as I continue to kiss and caress as much of it as I can. I’m not trying to tease. I just wanted to pull her into this exquisite bubble with me so we can enjoy each other the same way in this time and space.
“I told you not to hold back,” she reminds me.
“I’m not holding back,” I reply, sweeping my thumb back and forth across her cheek. “I’m doing exactly what I want to do, exactly how I want to do it.” And then I continue to do everything I want with her, and revel in the way she enjoys it.
I do what she tells me: I take her. Over and over, all morning long. We’re on our knees with me behind her, massaging her full, soft breasts while she lays her head back on me, her hair tickling my skin. She’s in my lap as I thrust up into her, gripping the skin of her back and burying my face in her chest. I’m on top of her, resting between her legs as I pump into her with my hand in her hair and her conveying her want for me through her nails in my back. I’m on my back, watching her body roll and ripple above me as I knead every inch of her skin I can get my hands on. The one thing that stays consistent is the slow pace we carry throughout each time, no matter the position. Gone is the urgency from yesterday, and in its place is this mutual desire to get lost in each other and savor every second; every inch. We moan, we pant, we call out each other’s names. I tell her how beautiful she is and how amazing she feels. We enjoy every single sensation we give each other.
MELANIE
I’m in the clouds, feeling the most amazing things I’ve ever felt.
I’ve seen so many wondrous places in this world, yet somehow, in this bed, Matt is taking me somewhere I never dreamed existed, and showing me things I never knew possible. He’s showing me Heaven.
MATT
Over the next couple days, Melanie and I continue to fall. I’m falling in love with her; I know I am. I’m not ready to say it just yet, but it’s there. I just want to feel it for a while first. We go out on the boat some more, even taking it out at sunset. We make s’mores, we go skinny-dipping off the dock in the moonlight, and I take her to dinner at the lakefront restaurant in town. We joke and play, we make each other laugh.
On the last night, I watch the flames of the fire reflect off her skin, making it flicker with orange as she slowly fucks me in the Adirondack chair under the stars.
We drive home the next day with the wind tousling our hair and my hand resting on her thigh. When I drop her off at her home, we stand on the street for almost ten minutes kissing goodnight. I don’t want a night off from having her warm, soft body pressed against me, but every new relationship needs a breather so as not to smother the flame.
That said, I keep my arms wrapped completely around her as our mouths meld against each other, and reach down to give her ass a firm squeeze. The act is possessive and sends a message that she belongs to me.
Chapter Sixteen
Melanie