Page 42 of Romancing Melanie
“Mel, love, I need to taste you.”
He laid back down and pulled on her hips firmly. It took Mel a second to realize what he wanted her to do, but as soon as she did, she crawled up to the head of the bed until she was straddling his head. She looked down, with a moment of nerves, but the lust simmering in his eyes was enough of a distraction that when his tongue darted out and licked her seam, she gasped and almost fell over. His hands tightened on her ass just in time to stabilize her, and he looked up at her with a wicked grin.
“Better hold on.”
He returned his attention to her dripping sex, lapping her up like a man starving for a taste. His moans of satisfaction caused vibrations that she felt throughout her entire body, and when he sucked on her clit she felt as if she was a firework ready to explode. Soon the familiar sensation of release began to fill her, and she rocked her hips back and forth, lost in abandon to the intensity of her building orgasm. Noah began to knead the flesh of her hips, as he thrust his tongue in and out of her, driving her closer and closer to the peak until she fell, keening into her climax, shuddering through wave upon wave of release.
Eventually she found the ability to slide down his body until she could drape herself on his chest. The familiar sound of his heart pounding against her cheek was grounding, and she let herself lay there for a moment, before she lifted her head to look at the man who loved her.
“That was…” she was at a loss for words. Thankfully, Noah wasn’t.
“That was fucking magical, Mel. Even if I didn’t love everything about you, I would marry you just to be able to do that to you every single day.”
She giggled. “Every day, huh? Won’t your tongue get tired?”
He pulled her in to kiss her, and Mel shivered at the intimacy of tasting herself on his lips.
“Nope. I’ll never get tired of loving you.”
He began to rock his hips again, slowly, against her core. She could feel his hard cock sliding through the moisture between her legs, and she suddenly realized her body was desperate to feel him, all of him. She rubbed herself over him, sighing as she writhed, letting her senses overflow with arousal.
“Mel, babe, you’re going to have to get a condom from the bathroom before I embarrass myself,” Noah ground out.
Mel paused, and looked down at the man who was her husband, the father of a little boy she adored, and the absolute love of her life.
“We don’t need one anymore, Noah. You’re my husband. I trust you.”
The look of adoring love he gave her filled her with a sense of peace, and when he shifted slightly so that his cock was at her entrance, she lifted her hips and sank down on him. Now she was filled with his love, and his body, and all the missing parts of her heart were whole.
She began to move her hips, letting his hands support her as she rode him. She leaned forward, placed her hands on his chest and smiled.
“I love you, Noah.”
“I love you, Melanie.”
She sped up her movements, the friction creating delicious heat between her legs. Noah’s fingers moved down to tease her clit, causing a moan to fall from her lips. Whether it was the declaration of love between them, or just the simple fact that Mel’s heart was open after being closed for so long, Mel could have sworn she felt the earth move as she soared into yet another orgasm.
The next morning, they lay cuddled together under the duvet. Last night Mel had propped Noah’s leg up on a pillow, and after seeing him wince in pain, had forced him to take some pain medication. He had passed out pretty quickly from that, but was making up for it this morning with the way he couldn’t seem to keep his hands or lips off her.
“You realize you’re stuck with me forever, right?” he teased as he peppered kisses all over the back of her neck.
“I’m okay with that, as long as you’re the one who has to explain to everyone why we’re married, and nobody was invited.”
Noah tossed his head back and laughed.
“If I can romance Melanie Haynes into falling in love with me, getting our friends and family to accept our relationship is going to be easy.”
“Are you saying I was easy?”
“Nope. I’m saying you were worth it.”
Epilogue
*6 months later*
Melanie scooped up a fussy Connor out of the highchair that now lived in the back office of the pub, and cuddled him into her chest, making shushing noises as she gazed down at him.
“Hush little man, nonna will put you to bed soon, my love.”
