“Your bracelet. I had the clasp fixed.”
She reaches out to take the box, opens it, shifts her gaze back to me as she lifts it out. “Sometimes you do things that are so not in character with who you are.”
“You don’t know me, Melissa. But then again, how can you get to know me or anyone else when you’re so busy guarding your secrets?”
She doesn’t answer me but lets me take the bracelet and put it on her wrist.
“It feels heavier,” she says.
“I had a better chain put on it,” I tell her. That’s all I tell her.
I look down at her. She’s so much smaller than me especially barefoot. I like this difference in size and for as possessive as I feel of her, I also feel protective. I’ve never felt this way for any other human being apart from Murray Lanigan.
But he was an old man. A senile old man.
Melissa, she’s a woman.
She looks up at me, expectant.
“I shouldn’t have left you there, Melissa. Not after what I did,” I say.
A flush creeps up her neck and colors her cheeks. “I don’t want to think about that anymore.”
“Alright.”
“I’m hungry.”
I smile, hunger is good. “I’ll call down for some food, but first…” I walk her into the bathroom and turn the taps in the tub, plugging the drain once the temperature is set. “Take off your clothes. Throw that dress away. I don’t ever want to see it again.”
She reaches down to lift it over her head, and I look at her, her breasts too full for her almost too-thin body. She hands me the dress and I wait for the panties and together, I put them into the trash can.
I walk around her, see the healing bruises on her ass. When I press on a spot, she pulls away.
I help her into the tub. “What do you want to eat?” I ask her.
“A steak. Like the first night. And potatoes.”
“I’m glad you got your appetite back. I’ll give the kitchen a call.”
It takes me a few minutes to call down and tell them to leave the food in the dining room. I then return to the bathroom and bring the bottles of shampoo, conditioner and body wash to the tub and to wash her.
I shampoo her hair twice, smooth the conditioner into it and rub her down with body wash, liking the feel of her skin slippery with soap. Liking playing with her nipples, feeling them harden.
After she’s clean, I empty the tub and refill it, stripping off my own clothes. She watches me as I climb in across from her, some of the water splashing over the wall of the tub when I do.
“Come here,” I tell her, pointing to my lap.
She searches my eyes.
“I need to feel you, Melissa. I need to be inside you.”
She gets on her knees, more water splashing over the sides of the tub as she makes her way to me. I lift her a little and, as she grips my shoulders, I slide her onto my cock and she feels like home. And I’ve been away too long.
Neither of us closes our eyes when I kiss her, tasting her softly. I want soft now. I want to feel her and hear her and watch her face while I kiss her, while I suck her nipples, not using my teeth, not yet.
“I missed this,” I say.
“You didn’t fuck anyone else while you were gone?”
“Don’t be stupid,” I tell her, holding her to me while I rise to stand.
The bathroom floor is wet now, but the housekeeper will clean it tomorrow. She wraps her legs around me and I carry her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed so her legs are hanging off.
I kiss her face, her cheek and her chin, her throat, her chest and her breasts. I pull out to slide my tongue down her middle and push her legs wide. Kneeling there, I look at her as she lies open and wet, her pussy pink and glistening.
I push her knees back, lick the length of her, circle her clit, dip into her pussy, then tongue her asshole. Listening to her gasp as I do.
Rising up, I grip her ankles, spread her wide and push my cock into her cunt.
She’s so wet as she bends her knees and reaches for me, lifting her face to mine, kissing my mouth, tongue on tongue and she’s so wet, she’s dripping as she opens and stretches to take the thickest part of me.
When I kiss her again her breathing is ragged and her hands fist in my hair. Her nails dig into my scalp as I take more, more, more, moving slowly, feeling every tight inch. Feeling her walls squeeze around my cock, her heat burning me up.
When I rub two fingers over her clit, she begins to moan. I claim more of her and move deeper, my thrusts are harder and soon she’s whimpering and moaning and coming. I can feel her throb around my cock as I watch her face, her eyes, as she comes.