Page 27 of Softest Touch
I knew this plan might not work, but there is no turning back now. I decide to feign ignorance for a few more days and hope I can bring home a victory. Hopefully, Melinda won't figure out what I have planned. Our lives have changed significantly over the past few months. We moved in together, and knowing my life would no longer be so empty brought me happiness. Melinda has managed to change me, and for the first time, I felt like I was genuinely living my life.
As I open the door, the enticing aroma of cinnamon rolls wafted through the air, and the sight of Melinda, who had finally decided to take down the Christmas decorations, warmed my heart. She was assisted by Sissi, and it’s about time— we are in February.
“I'm home, love,” I announce, admiring the view of her in leggings and my t-shirt.
“You're already back!” Melinda exclaims, setting down the garland and leaping into my arms for a passionate kiss. I lift her onto the kitchen island, savoring the taste of her lips that I have missed so dearly.
Pulling away, I caress her face. “If this is the welcome that awaits me every time, I might leave more often.”
She playfully tugs at my jacket, pulling me closer. “Don't you dare! I missed you!”
I hand her the bouquet of roses I brought. “These are for you.”
Her smile widens as she inhales their fragrance. “They're beautiful, thank you.”
“You're even more, love.” I notice she isn't wearing the bracelet I have sent. “So... this secret admirer?”
“It's still secret, but I'm curious who it might be.” She shrugs, hopping off the kitchen island.
Following her to the counter, I embrace her from behind. “Oh, really?” I playfully bite her shoulder.
She takes a vase and trims the roses' stems. “Well, I'm just curious. I've already found my love. I'm sorry to break my secret admirer's heart, though.”
“Or maybe he'll stop since I'm back.”
“Who knows...” She shrugs, arranging the roses in the vase.
“Should we finish taking down the decorations?” I suggest, slipping my hands under her t-shirt. “We can ask Olivia to clean everything up.” I know Melinda isn't too keen on having a maid, preferring to do everything herself, but sometimes it is good to let someone else take care of tasks like removing decorations.
Brushing my lips on her neck, my hands find her bare breasts and I cup them both. Her head flops back, lips slightly parted as her breath gets heavy.
“Oh yeah,” she moans and I take her t-shirt off. I let my finger outline her rib cage, feeling her skin cover in goosebumps. She clings to my neck as I follow the way down and slide my hand into her leggings. I move her panties away, feeling the hotness of her pussy. When my fingers caress her clit, down her slit and then inside her cunt, her breath speeds up.
“I missed your intoxicating aroused scent.” I playfully nibble the base of her neck, working my fingers faster in her.
“Make me.” Her voice is a plea as her nails scratch my scalp.
I stop fuck-fingering her and pull down her leggings and panties. Scooping her up, I make her sit on the kitchen island. She whimpers at the contact with the cold marble. Taking hold of her mouth, she wraps her legs around my waist searching for more friction against my hard cock, still caged in my trousers. Kissing my way down, I nibble at her nipples, sucking them in turn while regaining a little of my self control she was trying to take away. I get on my knees and spread her legs wider, tasting her slit mercilessly while licking her delicious juices.
“Derek, please…” She moans as I increase my speed and I start fucking her with my tongue. Melinda tries to clench her legs around my head but I keep them wide open, feeling her convulse with pleasure. Despite the coldness of the marble, she leans back on it. Keeping her in place I don’t want to give her time to relax. Opening my trousers, I pull them down and grab my cock, teasing her with it while coating it with her wetness. I push it all the way inside her burning hot pussy, enjoying her walls clenching around me.
“Fuck, baby, I missed you.” I grunt, working my hip faster. When her orgasm explodes around my cock, I lose every crumble of my willpower pumping in her deeper. Melinda pushes up, clinging to my shoulder while meeting my thrust in an hectic way until I fill her up, stealing her breath. My mind goes blank, stars popping behind my eyelids as I take hold of her mouth in a passionate kiss.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
MELINDA
I'm both nervous and curious to find out if my suspicions are correct. My secret admirer has been sending me two cards a day, each accompanied by charming trinkets. I can't tell if they're clues or simply chosen at random, but I like them regardless. I initially thought it was Derek, and despite the cards arriving even when he is with me, I still suspect him. However, his reactions don't seem to fit.
I've concocted a crazy plan in my mind, but it's the only way to find out if he's behind this or not. I write a note imitating the handwriting from the cards, attach a rosebud to it, and leave it on my desk. When the mail arrives, I pretend to have received two envelopes.
“Still getting mail?” Derek asks, rolling his eyes. He feigns annoyance, but the sparkle in his eyes suggests something more.
“Yes, apparently my secret admirer has sent me two cards today.”
“Two?” he snaps, turning his head toward me.
I open the first one and read aloud, “‘Wear something red and meet me tonight at seven p.m. at the end of the lakeside light trail.’