*For Nikki P.*
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
MEL
By the time Mel walked into 3CG one morning two weeks after the reunion, the shiner on her cheek was nearly invisible. She had never been so happy to walk into a workplace in her life. All she had desperately wanted was for something in her life to be normal. She planned on becoming a workaholic.
Nevermind that becoming a workaholic would take her mind off of the fact that Taylor hadn't touched her in two weeks. Not the way she wanted to be touched, anyway. Mel hadn't actually been raped. Eric had tried, but he didn't succeed. Even still, she gathered that Tay was afraid of her. He didn't have to admit it, she knew he was. He was afraid he would scare her or hurt her. Meanwhile she had been horny as hell for at
least the past week. Every time he walked past her, her mouth practically watered. She constantly undressed him with her eyes. She had tried to come on to him on several occasions but he rejected her.
And so she decided to become a workaholic.
"Good morning!" Mel's voice rang out to the girls in the office. "I brought breakfast!" As the girls greeted her, Mel stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Nikki, the new girl who had replaced Bethany. "Uh, wow, Nikki...I barely recognized you with your hair down..."
Nikki smiled shyly and nervously fluffed her mass of curly hair with her hand. "Uh, yeah...I haven't really been brave enough to wear it down until recently--there's just so damn much of it!"
Mel didn't know why, but this made her giggle. "Well rock on with it, I think it's great!"
As Mel distributed coffee and sandwiches, she chose to have her breakfast with the girls that morning. They were naturally nosy and Mel was unusually willing to spill her guts to them. The hot topic, of course, was
Natalie and with Bethany no longer around everyone seemed to be more comfortable being open with each other. Mel wasn't normally one to gossip--however it was no secret how crazy Natalie seemed to be becoming lately.
"Did you see the latest?" Jeanette asked Mel.
Mel witnessed the looks of horror that Lisa, Carol, and Nikki sent to Jeanette. This suddenly made Mel apprehensive. "No...what's the latest?"
The four girls looked at each other and it was obvious that since Jeanette had spilled the beans, she was silently elected to elaborate. "Obviously Glamarazzi offered Natalie a little money for an interview because an exclusive hit the website early this morning. It's going viral quicker than wildfire."
Mel was immediately on her guard. "What kind of interview?" she asked sternly.
At that moment, the guys' publicist entered the office. "Mel, what kind of statement do you want me to issue regarding the latest...media development?"
"Um, do what?"
"With Natalie's interview, what do you want me to say?"
Mel couldn't have been more confused in her life. "Uh, why are you asking me?"
"Because Taylor made a change to his contract stating that if he wasn't available to make a statement to the press regarding his personal life that you could do it on his behalf."
Mel felt herself gaping at the publicist. She was in shock. "But--we're not even married! I mean, not even close!"
The publicist shrugged. "It's his contract, he can make whatever terms he wants."
"Well--why is he conveniently unavailable now?"
The publicist sighed. "Mel, he's not even in the building," she said.
"What the--what do you mean he's not in the building?"
"None of them are. And I need this statement to go out ASAP."
"Uh..." Mel looked around her frantically. "I don't even know what's going on! I just heard an interview even existed about two minutes ago!"
Now it was the publicist's turn to gape. "You mean you haven't even read it?"
"Glamarazzi isn't very high on my list of priorities."
"I suggest you put yourself in the know and get back to me with a statement within the hour. I'll be at my office."
As the publicist walked out the front door, Mel looked up at the girls. Jeanette was already pulling it up on her phone. "Here, look," she said, shoving her phone in Mel's face.
Taking Jeanette's phone in her hand, Mel read the headline out loud. "Hanson Harlot Breaks Up Happy Marriage, Causes Week-Long Divorce Proceedings." Mel looked up at the girls. "You gotta be kidding
me."
"Keep reading," Jeanette said. "It gets better."
As Mel continued to read the interview full of lies, she had to admit she wasn't surprised by any of it. Of course Natalie was going to blame it all on Mel. Of course she wasn't going to conveniently address the
mysterious pregnancy that even more mysteriously never made it in the news to begin with. She acted like none of that ever existed!
It wasn't even the interview that pissed her off. It wasn't the blatant lies, accusing Mel of sleeping with all three brothers AND Jason--and Jason's name popping up was definitely extremely close to boiling Mel's
blood--or even stating that Mel blackmailed Tay into divorcing her. It was the fact that Natalie felt the need to stoop THIS low and sell herself out to an outlet like Glamarazzi. Mel could have offered her People or the New York Times on a silver platter. Hell, or even Huffington Post. But Glamarazzi? This was just pathetic.
"So I'm having to defend myself against Glamarazzi?" Mel said to the girls in disgust.
"For now," said Carol. "Before anyone else gets ahold of it--which I'm sure they already have."
"Shit...SHIT!!" Mel had just remembered something horrible. "Jason's premier is in two weeks! He doesn't need his name out there like this! I have to go find Tay--do any of you even know where they are?"
All four girls shook their heads.
"Well. I'll be back. Thanks for keeping me informed, I appreciate it."
Mel searched the entire building and came up with nothing. Peeking out the back door, she noticed Isaac's car was gone. She pulled Taylor up on her cell phone and called him. "Hey, what's up?" he answered.
"Where are you?"
"Uh, the brewery."
"The brew--seriously? At this time of morning? The brewery?"
"Yeah, it's business. What's going on?"
"Are you rushing me off the phone?"
"No, babe--I'm working--"
"What exactly does 'work' consist of at the brewery? You already have your own beer, what more do you need?"
"It's--we're testing a new flavor--"
"So you're not actually in a meeting..."
"You could call it that..."
"Merely a tasting..."
"Of sorts..."
"So why are you rushing me off the phone?"
Finally she heard Tay sigh in exasperation. "Okay. Okay. What's going on?"
"Since when am I allowed to speak on your behalf about your personal life to the media?"
"Since when has the subject come up...?" he asked suspiciously.
"As of several minutes ago when I found out that Glamarazzi posted an exclusive interview with your ex wife this morning and now I'm being asked to issue a statement."
"Shit...are you serious?"
"As a heart attack. It's a rather colorful interview. Quite fanciful. If it wasn't so full of slander it might actually be an enjoyable piece of fiction."
"Oh this is just great. What does it say?"
"Why don't you go and give Glamarazzi a read and give me a call back. I'll wait."
Mel waited twenty minutes and didn't hear a word from Tay until he walked into the business office of 3CG. "What are you doing here, I was waiting for you to call me back," Mel said when she saw him.
"Is Cindy in her office?" he asked, referring to the publicist.
"She said she was going to be, I assumed she stayed there..."
"Let's head over there."
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Mel sat in silence as they rode across town in the rain. Traffic was unusually heavy so the trip was proving to take twice as long as normal. Sitting next to Taylor was becoming unbearable. She always knew she'd been
overly deprived of sex when she literally dreamed of it day and night. It was enough to piss her off. She had been thinking of creative ways to get him in the mood when he interrupted her thoughts. "What's the
matter?"
"Nothing, I'm fine."
"No you're not."
"If I say I'm fine, I'm fine."
"Look, we expected her to do something like this, right? I mean, I'm honestly surprised it took her this long."
Mel smiled in aggravation and shook her head as she looked out the window. "It's not even that--"
"Then, what? WHAT? WHAT is the matter with you? You've been in a shitty mood for the past week! It's driving me crazy!"
"Driving YOU crazy? You know what's driving ME crazy? I've tried to have sex with you for two whole weeks and you won't have anything to do with me! Okay? THAT is what my problem is! Are you happy now??"
Tay's eyes widened and he turned his full attention to the road in front of him. Mel was immediately mortified. She had NOT wanted to say that out loud. She felt like an idiot the moment it fell out of her
mouth.
"Uh, this is about sex?" Tay asked hesitantly.
Mel sighed. "Forget I ever even mentioned it."
"I, uh--"
"No, I said forget it. I don't even want to talk about it. Cause you know what's gonna happen now? Tonight you're gonna wanna try to have sex with me and then I won't even be in the mood because it'll be like it's
sympathy sex, like you're only doing it because I complained and you're trying to shut me up and it won't be any good so just don't!"
"Did you even breathe during that last statement?" he asked, amused.
"No."
"Okay then."
"God just shut UP!"
Taylor started to laugh. "Okay, damn. I'm just trying to get this figured out. So you want to have sex, but you don't want to have sex, but you're mad at me because we haven't had sex..."
"Yes."
"So what's the problem?"
"OH MY GOD!!!" Mel was so completely frustrated as he stopped at the next red light. "JUST SHUT UP!! HOW ARE YOU NOT GETTING THIS??"
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING!!"
"Tay, look at me. Focus. What part of 'I just want you to fuck me' IS SO GODDAMN HARD TO UNDERSTAND?"
Tay's eyes widened in surprise and his jaw clamped shut. And then, after a moment, his jaw loosened up and his eyes darkened. "Now YOU listen to ME. This is how this is gonna go. You are going to shut your mouth right now and you and I are going to meet with the publicist. You will not utter a word, I will do all the talking. And then, after the meeting, you and I are going home. Got it?"
"Fine!"
"Good!"
As Tay shifted gears and started driving again, Mel crossed her legs and looked out the window once more. She was so turned on she wasn't sure how she would make it through the meeting.
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TAYLOR
Wow. What a time to bring this up. Taylor honestly didn't know there was a problem. Of course he wanted to have sex with her. Why wouldn't he? But the truth was, it made him feel weird. He couldn't describe it. In a way, he was afraid she might view him as a predator and that she would freak out. He was a victim of
over-analyzation. Instead of just letting it happen when she'd come on to him, he managed to think of all the ways it could go wrong and talked himself out of it. And now here it was, blowing up in his face. Surprise,
surprise.
The truth was, he wanted her. And the way she looked at him and literally begged him for it was almost more than he could handle. If he knew he could get by with having her right there at that red light, he'd have
done it. On top of it all, she was pissed off. Sexually frustrated, but pissed off nonetheless. And for as long as he lived he would never let her know how much her anger turned him on. There was something about her
when she was pissed off, he couldn't explain it, but she was sexy as hell.
Thoughts of sex were short-lived as they walked into his publicist's office. "Well I was expecting to hear back more in form of a phone call, not a visit," Cindy said.
"I need to know exactly what we're dealing with," Tay said to her.
Cindy sighed as they sat across from her. "Well it's spreading like wildfire, as expected. News outlets are getting their hands on it, social media is flooded with it and my phone hasn't stopped ringing this morning.
It's only been up for a few hours but you know how media outlets are, eager to get their hands on the next big story."
"What are our options?"
"Well I'm certainly not allowing you to release anything to Glamarazzi. Volunteering information to them would be reputation-suicide. But a statement needs to be issued and it needs to happen fast."
"Yeah, but who are we issuing a statement to?"
"Um...GMA is good..."
"No. No television. This does not need to be on TV."
"Well then..." Cindy thought for a moment, searching for words. "I can come up with E! or People."
"I can deal with them," Tay said. "We have a pretty decent relationship with People. We'll just...say something to both of them, I don't care. I don't need this getting any bigger--Mel doesn't need this
getting any bigger."
"Philanthropic organizations don't look too kindly on alleged whores," Mel said.
Taylor winced at her words.
"And neither will the image of the label," Cindy added. She clicked around and typed some on her computer. "Looks like both E! and People already have it. That's nice. I need something for them now, what do you want to say?"
Now it was Tay's turn to search for words. "Uh...I don't know...I mean it's all lies. Every single bit of it--"
"Not EVERY single bit," Mel interjected.
"Which part is true?" Cindy asked.
Mel looked at Tay in guilt. "Uh, does it matter?" At that moment, Mel's cell phone rang. She looked at it and back at Tay and Cindy. "Shit! It's Jason!"
Cindy's eyes widened. "So you really do know this Jason Kameaoloha guy?"
Tay sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. "That's the part that's true."
"Oh wow...she's throwing all of Hollywood under the bus today."
"Hell hath no fury," he responded dryly.
Mel stood in the corner on the phone. Tay and Cindy could only hear her end of the conversation. "Wow, so you're up early...I know...I know...I'm sorry...Well I know it's not my fault but I feel like it kinda is...I
know...we're meeting with the publicist now trying to save face as fast as possible...yeah, that might be a good idea...I know, that's what I said...well I'm not so concerned about me, you're the one with the premier coming up and Tay's the one with the band...no, I'm not saying I'm a nobody, but--Jason you're losing focus here--" Mel looked over at Tay and Cindy with a nervous smile. "Okay...okay...go back to sleep and meet with your publicist in the morning--"
"If he needs a publicist, I'm available!" Cindy interjected loudly.
Tay narrowed his eyes at his publicist. Was she--was she fangirling??
Mel smiled back at Cindy apologetically. "Okay...okay...okay, call me later." Mel finally ended the call and returned to her seat. "He's not happy."
"I could only imagine," Tay said. "Okay, look. Just...just say something to the effect of none of it is true, Mel's presence had nothing to do with our divorce...um...our divorce was meant to be a personal matter and it's a shame she felt the need to turn to tabloid media. Something like that. Make it eloquent and pray for us. If it gets any bigger, we'll deal with it then."
"What about Jason?" Cindy asked.
"Jason has his own publicist."
Cindy cleared her throat sheepishly. "All right. I'll let E! and People know you have a statement to make. Hopefully Natalie won't retaliate any further."
"One step at a time," Tay said.
Leaving the office, Tay and Mel got back in the car and looked at one another. It was clear then that neither of them were in any mood for sex. Mel sighed and looked out the window as Tay started the ignition.
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MEL
Mel anxiously looked out the windshield as she began to recognize the route home. "Where are we going?"
"I told you," Taylor said. "After we meet with Cindy we're going home."
"I didn't think you actually meant it."
"Why would I not mean it?"
"Well, I mean--I have work to do at the studio."
Tay scoffed in amusement and looked over at her. "So do I."
"So then why don't we just go back to the studio and finish our day?"
"Because we're going home."
"My Jeep's at the studio."
"It's not going anywhere."
Mel crossed her arms and stared out the window once more. She was confused and she was frustrated and she was pissed. Confused by Tay's actions, frustrated at this whole Natalie thing, and pissed off because the
whole Natalie thing had succeeded in killing her mood.
At home, Mel kicked off her shoes and retrieved her laptop, making herself comfortable on the sofa. "What are you doing?" Tay asked.
"Working," she answered.
"Seriously?"
"Well you wouldn't take me back to the studio...there's a new shipment that needs to be checked off on--"
"The girls can handle that."
"And emails that need to be answered--"
"They can wait."
Finally Mel took off her glasses and looked at him. "I'm not in the mood to have sex."
"You're joking."
"What did I tell you in the car?"
Tay sighed and stood in the living room with his hands on his hips. "You are the most confusing individual on the face of this earth, you know that?"
"I don't see how you're confused. I thought I made myself pretty clear earlier."
"Going from one extreme to the next isn't helping me!"
"I'm sorry. But I don't see how anyone could possibly be in the mood after the meeting we just had."
"Mel, shit happens. Sometimes you just gotta do what damage control you can and then let it roll off your back."
"Is that what's going on right here? Damage control?"
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??"
"I'M BUSY!"
"Okay. Fine. You're busy. So am I. If you need me, I'll be in the music room."
"I won't need you."
Tay glared at her. Mel glared back.
For roughly the next 45 minutes, Mel found herself deeply engrossed in 3CG work. Faintly she could hear the music coming from the music room. Oddly enough, it helped her concentrate on what she was doing. The white noise made her extremely productive and she was proud of herself for accomplishing what she had in such a short amount of time.
And then the music stopped.
Mel found herself pausing and looking up and realizing that he was probably breaking between whatever it was he was playing. Going back to her work, she was deep into an email sent from one of the girls in the office when she realized after five more minutes that the music hadn't started back up.
She looked up again to find Tay standing in the doorway. "How long have you been there?" she asked him.
"It doesn't matter. I've had enough."
Mel's heart pounded. She slowly took off her glasses and looked at him suspiciously. "Enough of what...?"
"Enough of this," he said, motioning to the two of them. "Enough of this...this whole situation right here."
Mel put her glasses back on her face and returned her attention to her laptop. "That makes two of us."
"I have some things to put away in the music room. By the time I'm finished, I expect you to be upstairs, in the bedroom, undressed. I'm giving you a five-minute head start."
Mel looked up at him, extremely flabbergasted by his boldness. "Excuse me?"
"Did I stutter?"
Mel stared Tay down as he stared back at her and she realized he was serious. She fought to hide her smile as she wouldn't dare let him see her excitement. Calmly she removed her glasses again and set her laptop on the sofa beside her. "Well okay then."
He turned and left the room and Mel cautiously stood from her seated position and made her way toward the staircase. She wasn't sure how she felt about this. On one hand, spontaneous sex was more her style. It
was always hotter than planned sex. Planned sex was hardly ever any good. On the other hand, she had been dying to get Tay out of his clothes for days. At this point, any amount of planned sex would likely be good for her.
At the top of the stairs, she paused and looked toward the bedroom door. He said he expected her to be undressed when he came up there. That just felt silly. Who did that? Well, who did that outside of a
bad porno? Not Mel, that's who.
So what to do?
Looking around the indoor balcony, she spied the acoustic guitar on its stand at the end of the hallway and grinned. No way was he winning this battle.
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TAYLOR
Walking into the living room to get to the stairs, Taylor smiled at the empty space on the sofa that Mel had once occupied, silently celebrating his small victory. He fought to play it casual as he headed up the stairs and
to the bedroom. He couldn't let her see how excited he was for their little rendezvous. He had to keep himself together. Play it cool. Stay strong, as he had downstairs.
He had to admit, he was a bit taken aback when he found the bedroom door closed. There was nobody in this house but the two of them--he didn't see the point. However, he hadn't specified the door either. He made a
mental note to be more specific the next time he gave her sexual orders.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and was immediately glad for the air he had just drawn in. Besides her, the first thing he noticed was the comforter piled up in the corner of the room and the rumpled up white sheets on the bed. In the middle of the white sheets sat Mel, completely undressed, as he requested. Well, as he demanded, but at this point how it came across didn't matter. He couldn't see an inch of her body beyond her arms and legs as his favorite acoustic occupied his place between her legs. One of her arms embraced it, the other arm extended off the other side in front of her. Her hair was all over the place. She looked like a living magazine cover.
It was the hottest thing he had ever seen.
She raised an expectant eyebrow and smiled at him. "Well, here I am," she said, her voice taking a darker tone. "At your command."
Her smile and the sound of her voice only added to the shock. She was almost untouchable..."Don't move!" he said, suddenly.
Mel's face screwed up into a confused expression. "What?"
"Just don't move. Seriously. Give me, like, two seconds."
His heart pounded as he darted into the walk-in closet and snatched his newest camera from it's case. Praying it was ready to go, and breathing a sigh of relief that it was, the brown leather strap hung carelessly as he carried it back into the room. He then grabbed up Mel's vanity chair and made himself comfortable several feet from the end of the bed.
Mel gaped at him in horror. "What are you doing?"
Tay smiled as he looked at her through the camera. "You have no idea how sexy you look right now."
She glanced down at the guitar and back up at him. "Uh, well it was kinda the point...but I wasn't expecting some kind of photo shoot to take place or anything. Trust me, my ass does NOT need to be on some random
camera."
"No, it doesn't. But your ass does need to be on THIS camera." He moved the camera out of his face and smiled at her again, in person. "Humor me."
Taylor was so turned on by the impromptu photo shoot, he didn't know if he could get through it. It was a battle. There was something about her in that moment that he just had to capture on camera. It was almost
more art than it was sexual. He chose to keep it tasteful for selfish reasons--the anticipation nearly killed him and he loved the way it felt.
In spite of herself, he could tell that Mel was starting to get into it, too. And that just made it hotter for him. It was when the guitar had been discarded and when she was barely covered up by a corner of the sheet
that Tay decided their naughty photo session was over. He had to have her and there was no more waiting for it.
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Abandoning the camera, the look in his eye was unmistakable as he approached her on the bed. The anticipation of his next move drove her wild and her heart pounded in excitement. His swift jerking of the
sheet off of her body, leaving her completely exposed, made her gasp in surprise. Quickly recovering, she grabbed him by the belt of his pants and jerked him onto the bed. The sexual tension was too much to bear.
He allowed her to pull his shirt over his head. The way her hands felt on his bare skin made his jeans uncomfortably tight. As if she read his mind, she nimbly had his belt unbuckled and pulled completely out of
his jeans in one swoop. She teased him by doubling it over and snapping the leather loudly between the two of them. Why did all the sadistic references turn him on so damn much?
From underneath him, she could see the eagerness in his eyes. It excited her to know she wasn't the only one who needed this. Given what they'd been through the past couple of weeks, and even their entire lives, it was through sex that they could completely be themselves, uninhibited, throwing caution to the wind, and relieving whatever stress bogged them down at the given time. At times, sex for them was more than
physical. It was about the two of them, raw, and in the moment, connecting with each other emotionally and even spiritually.
Today she just wanted his body.
As he braced himself over her and leaned down to kiss her, she moved out from under him toward the top of the bed. She teased him. He loved it. He followed her and tried again. Once again, she moved. He followed. He found himself smiling. "If you move one more time, I swear I'll stop this right now."
It took her one hand and mere seconds to unbutton and unzip him before she shoved her hand down the front of his pants. "No you won't."
He was done. Feeling himself in her hand finished him. He closed his eyes and lowered his head in defeat, a low groan escaping his throat. Underneath him, she laughed seductively. "You're not going to argue?"
He let out a breath and shook his head.
She continued to smile. "So I win this?"
"Yes, yes. You win it all. Everything. Yes."
"Lose 'em," she whispered.
He removed his jeans on her command. He was at her absolute mercy. She began to sit up, signaling him to move and then she sat up herself, meeting him on his knees.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and took his mouth in hers, her tongue deepening their kiss. She felt herself tremble as his hands ran the length of her body. Coming back up, his hands found her hair and he held her head close as he returned the deepened kiss.
Gently tugging her hair to the side, he lowered his mouth to her neck and she moaned as his tongue made her body shiver. His hands trailed over her once more and on their way up again, her nipple ended up between his
fingers. At this, her incessant need to take him over hit her out of nowhere and a gentle shove put him on his back.
His heart raced as her long hair brushed his face. She straddled him and pressed herself against his erection, her grinding against him driving him mad. Slowly she began to lower herself on him, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over his body. He longed to touch her but she was swiftly moving out of his reach.
The lower she went, the more he anticipated what was coming. If it was possible for him to become any harder than he already was, he would have. He throbbed in suspense and his breathing suddenly became
rapid. Her fingernails purposely grazed the insides of his thighs and by this time he wasn't above begging.
Finally he felt the warmth of her wet mouth around him and he completely lost all sense of himself. His head collapsing on the pillow, he relaxed and allowed her to have her way with him. He couldn't remember the last
time anything had felt this good and he bit his lip and moaned as he lifted his head and watched her work her magic on him. As much as he would have loved to let her finish, he was also dying to be close to her again.
Gently he gathered her hair in his hand and tugged, causing her to stop. "Come here," he whispered. He watched her crawl back up to him, his breathing picking up once more at how sexy she was as her eyes bore
into his. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her once more, acutely aware of how the curves of her body rested against his and how her legs hugged his sides tightly as if gripping him in preparation for a wild ride.
She couldn't take it any more. The way he felt in her mouth almost made her orgasm as she was going down on him and she was grateful when he made her stop because she wasn't ready to finish. She could only stand being pressed against him for so long until she realized she had to have him that very second. Not missing a beat, she reached down and guided him into her and slowly lowered herself on him. The initial penetration was always the most painful but it never lasted long and within moments she was riding him, her back
arched, her head thrown back in ecstasy. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed. He felt so good inside her she was almost ready to come when he suddenly gripped her waist and nearly succeeded in tossing her off of him.
Shocked, she sat there for a moment as he rolled over and positioned himself on top of her, wrapping her legs around him. As she held herself up by her elbows, he wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered heavily into her ear, "If you kept doing what you were doing on my dick any longer I would have finished and I'm not ready for this to be over yet."
She didn't know if it was the words or his raspy whisper but whatever had just happened in her ear drove her absolutely wild. She was so turned on she probably could have orgasmed by merely feeling his breath on her skin. His arm still wrapped around her waist, he gripped her tightly and moved her further up on the bed. Shock turned to horror as he reached over her head and reached his hand into the drawer of her bedside table, producing her blue vibrator, a basic, metallic, bullet-shaped device.
The look on her face was priceless and he had to admit to himself, this stroked his ego just slightly. He couldn't help but smile as he subtly taunted her. "What, you think I don't know all your naughty little
secrets?" He expertly turned the dial on top and it vibrated in his hand as he reached behind him and unhooked her legs, releasing the one closest to him and positioned it away from him, leading her to spread her legs underneath him.
She couldn't describe her surprise at what he did next. Looking her dead in the eye, he wet the tip of the vibrating device with his tongue and then held it like a pen in his hand as he lowered it firmly onto her
clitoris, causing her to suck in her breath and uncontrollably crying, "Oh my god," from deep in her throat.
Biting his lip, he concentrated on her as she writhed in pleasure underneath him. Watching her grip the sheets and listening to her cry out his name made him want to absolutely devour her. He settled for kissing
her mouth and wherever else his lips could reach her at the time, keeping his rhythm with the vibrator steady on her. The louder she got, the more clear it became that this was almost it for her. Quickly discarding the
still-vibrating object, he just as quickly shoved himself inside of her, her arms automatically wrapping tightly around his neck.
She had never felt anything so good in her life as he felt inside of her at that moment. Within seconds of him being inside her, something triggered in her and she began to calm down. He still felt as good as ever, but the
feelings began to root themselves somewhere new. It was like her nerve-endings started to take a detour--she started feeling not only with her loins, but now with her heart. It was the damnest thing. The
overwhelming emotional effect this had on her almost made her want to cry, but she wanted to cry from pleasure. She pulled him close to her. The sudden need for his chest to be close to hers was something she absolutely couldn't ignore. She needed to feel his heart against hers. She needed to kiss his lips and touch his face and run her fingers through his hair. She needed him to be one with her.
The switch from pure carnal lust to pure love-making was instantaneous. The moment she pulled him close to her was the moment he knew he would love her forever. He always knew he would love her forever but nothing about it seemed more permanent than it did at this moment. He kissed her lips gently as he slowed his rhythm inside her, choosing now to savor how she felt around him and enjoy their closeness. He felt as if he was melding into her, a moment he had waited for, for over fifteen years. As she cried out her finale, he broke their kiss to watch her. As odd a moment as it may have been to have the thought, he knew that he was the luckiest man alive. The thought that he was going to make love to this woman for the rest of his life produced a new energy in him and he finished minutes after she did, but only when her lips tugged his earlobe and whispered that she loved him into his ear. Never had a such a tender moment caused the orgasm that he had experienced. It was almost euphoric--an experience he never thought would happen this way. The room spun for a moment and he let his head hang as he collected himself in the seconds after. He pulled out of her but he didn't roll off of her. He couldn't bear to leave her arms in that moment. Instead, he reached behind him and adjusted the sheets over the two of them and for the rest of the afternoon he held her and he kissed her and they talked, speaking of life, love, hopes and dreams.
Perhaps it was the endorphins or the hormones or the relaxation they had felt afterward, they didn't know, but that afternoon was the most alive the pair had felt in their entire lives.
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CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
MEL
By the time Mel walked into 3CG one morning two weeks after the reunion, the shiner on her cheek was nearly invisible. She had never been so happy to walk into a workplace in her life. All she had desperately wanted was for something in her life to be normal. She planned on becoming a workaholic.
Nevermind that becoming a workaholic would take her mind off of the fact that Taylor hadn't touched her in two weeks. Not the way she wanted to be touched, anyway. Mel hadn't actually been raped. Eric had tried, but he didn't succeed. Even still, she gathered that Tay was afraid of her. He didn't have to admit it, she knew he was. He was afraid he would scare her or hurt her. Meanwhile she had been horny as hell for at
least the past week. Every time he walked past her, her mouth practically watered. She constantly undressed him with her eyes. She had tried to come on to him on several occasions but he rejected her.
And so she decided to become a workaholic.
"Good morning!" Mel's voice rang out to the girls in the office. "I brought breakfast!" As the girls greeted her, Mel stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Nikki, the new girl who had replaced Bethany. "Uh, wow, Nikki...I barely recognized you with your hair down..."
Nikki smiled shyly and nervously fluffed her mass of curly hair with her hand. "Uh, yeah...I haven't really been brave enough to wear it down until recently--there's just so damn much of it!"
Mel didn't know why, but this made her giggle. "Well rock on with it, I think it's great!"
As Mel distributed coffee and sandwiches, she chose to have her breakfast with the girls that morning. They were naturally nosy and Mel was unusually willing to spill her guts to them. The hot topic, of course, was
Natalie and with Bethany no longer around everyone seemed to be more comfortable being open with each other. Mel wasn't normally one to gossip--however it was no secret how crazy Natalie seemed to be becoming lately.
"Did you see the latest?" Jeanette asked Mel.
Mel witnessed the looks of horror that Lisa, Carol, and Nikki sent to Jeanette. This suddenly made Mel apprehensive. "No...what's the latest?"
The four girls looked at each other and it was obvious that since Jeanette had spilled the beans, she was silently elected to elaborate. "Obviously Glamarazzi offered Natalie a little money for an interview because an exclusive hit the website early this morning. It's going viral quicker than wildfire."
Mel was immediately on her guard. "What kind of interview?" she asked sternly.
At that moment, the guys' publicist entered the office. "Mel, what kind of statement do you want me to issue regarding the latest...media development?"
"Um, do what?"
"With Natalie's interview, what do you want me to say?"
Mel couldn't have been more confused in her life. "Uh, why are you asking me?"
"Because Taylor made a change to his contract stating that if he wasn't available to make a statement to the press regarding his personal life that you could do it on his behalf."
Mel felt herself gaping at the publicist. She was in shock. "But--we're not even married! I mean, not even close!"
The publicist shrugged. "It's his contract, he can make whatever terms he wants."
"Well--why is he conveniently unavailable now?"
The publicist sighed. "Mel, he's not even in the building," she said.
"What the--what do you mean he's not in the building?"
"None of them are. And I need this statement to go out ASAP."
"Uh..." Mel looked around her frantically. "I don't even know what's going on! I just heard an interview even existed about two minutes ago!"
Now it was the publicist's turn to gape. "You mean you haven't even read it?"
"Glamarazzi isn't very high on my list of priorities."
"I suggest you put yourself in the know and get back to me with a statement within the hour. I'll be at my office."
As the publicist walked out the front door, Mel looked up at the girls. Jeanette was already pulling it up on her phone. "Here, look," she said, shoving her phone in Mel's face.
Taking Jeanette's phone in her hand, Mel read the headline out loud. "Hanson Harlot Breaks Up Happy Marriage, Causes Week-Long Divorce Proceedings." Mel looked up at the girls. "You gotta be kidding
me."
"Keep reading," Jeanette said. "It gets better."
As Mel continued to read the interview full of lies, she had to admit she wasn't surprised by any of it. Of course Natalie was going to blame it all on Mel. Of course she wasn't going to conveniently address the
mysterious pregnancy that even more mysteriously never made it in the news to begin with. She acted like none of that ever existed!
It wasn't even the interview that pissed her off. It wasn't the blatant lies, accusing Mel of sleeping with all three brothers AND Jason--and Jason's name popping up was definitely extremely close to boiling Mel's
blood--or even stating that Mel blackmailed Tay into divorcing her. It was the fact that Natalie felt the need to stoop THIS low and sell herself out to an outlet like Glamarazzi. Mel could have offered her People or the New York Times on a silver platter. Hell, or even Huffington Post. But Glamarazzi? This was just pathetic.
"So I'm having to defend myself against Glamarazzi?" Mel said to the girls in disgust.
"For now," said Carol. "Before anyone else gets ahold of it--which I'm sure they already have."
"Shit...SHIT!!" Mel had just remembered something horrible. "Jason's premier is in two weeks! He doesn't need his name out there like this! I have to go find Tay--do any of you even know where they are?"
All four girls shook their heads.
"Well. I'll be back. Thanks for keeping me informed, I appreciate it."
Mel searched the entire building and came up with nothing. Peeking out the back door, she noticed Isaac's car was gone. She pulled Taylor up on her cell phone and called him. "Hey, what's up?" he answered.
"Where are you?"
"Uh, the brewery."
"The brew--seriously? At this time of morning? The brewery?"
"Yeah, it's business. What's going on?"
"Are you rushing me off the phone?"
"No, babe--I'm working--"
"What exactly does 'work' consist of at the brewery? You already have your own beer, what more do you need?"
"It's--we're testing a new flavor--"
"So you're not actually in a meeting..."
"You could call it that..."
"Merely a tasting..."
"Of sorts..."
"So why are you rushing me off the phone?"
Finally she heard Tay sigh in exasperation. "Okay. Okay. What's going on?"
"Since when am I allowed to speak on your behalf about your personal life to the media?"
"Since when has the subject come up...?" he asked suspiciously.
"As of several minutes ago when I found out that Glamarazzi posted an exclusive interview with your ex wife this morning and now I'm being asked to issue a statement."
"Shit...are you serious?"
"As a heart attack. It's a rather colorful interview. Quite fanciful. If it wasn't so full of slander it might actually be an enjoyable piece of fiction."
"Oh this is just great. What does it say?"
"Why don't you go and give Glamarazzi a read and give me a call back. I'll wait."
Mel waited twenty minutes and didn't hear a word from Tay until he walked into the business office of 3CG. "What are you doing here, I was waiting for you to call me back," Mel said when she saw him.
"Is Cindy in her office?" he asked, referring to the publicist.
"She said she was going to be, I assumed she stayed there..."
"Let's head over there."
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Mel sat in silence as they rode across town in the rain. Traffic was unusually heavy so the trip was proving to take twice as long as normal. Sitting next to Taylor was becoming unbearable. She always knew she'd been
overly deprived of sex when she literally dreamed of it day and night. It was enough to piss her off. She had been thinking of creative ways to get him in the mood when he interrupted her thoughts. "What's the
matter?"
"Nothing, I'm fine."
"No you're not."
"If I say I'm fine, I'm fine."
"Look, we expected her to do something like this, right? I mean, I'm honestly surprised it took her this long."
Mel smiled in aggravation and shook her head as she looked out the window. "It's not even that--"
"Then, what? WHAT? WHAT is the matter with you? You've been in a shitty mood for the past week! It's driving me crazy!"
"Driving YOU crazy? You know what's driving ME crazy? I've tried to have sex with you for two whole weeks and you won't have anything to do with me! Okay? THAT is what my problem is! Are you happy now??"
Tay's eyes widened and he turned his full attention to the road in front of him. Mel was immediately mortified. She had NOT wanted to say that out loud. She felt like an idiot the moment it fell out of her
mouth.
"Uh, this is about sex?" Tay asked hesitantly.
Mel sighed. "Forget I ever even mentioned it."
"I, uh--"
"No, I said forget it. I don't even want to talk about it. Cause you know what's gonna happen now? Tonight you're gonna wanna try to have sex with me and then I won't even be in the mood because it'll be like it's
sympathy sex, like you're only doing it because I complained and you're trying to shut me up and it won't be any good so just don't!"
"Did you even breathe during that last statement?" he asked, amused.
"No."
"Okay then."
"God just shut UP!"
Taylor started to laugh. "Okay, damn. I'm just trying to get this figured out. So you want to have sex, but you don't want to have sex, but you're mad at me because we haven't had sex..."
"Yes."
"So what's the problem?"
"OH MY GOD!!!" Mel was so completely frustrated as he stopped at the next red light. "JUST SHUT UP!! HOW ARE YOU NOT GETTING THIS??"
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING!!"
"Tay, look at me. Focus. What part of 'I just want you to fuck me' IS SO GODDAMN HARD TO UNDERSTAND?"
Tay's eyes widened in surprise and his jaw clamped shut. And then, after a moment, his jaw loosened up and his eyes darkened. "Now YOU listen to ME. This is how this is gonna go. You are going to shut your mouth right now and you and I are going to meet with the publicist. You will not utter a word, I will do all the talking. And then, after the meeting, you and I are going home. Got it?"
"Fine!"
"Good!"
As Tay shifted gears and started driving again, Mel crossed her legs and looked out the window once more. She was so turned on she wasn't sure how she would make it through the meeting.
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TAYLOR
Wow. What a time to bring this up. Taylor honestly didn't know there was a problem. Of course he wanted to have sex with her. Why wouldn't he? But the truth was, it made him feel weird. He couldn't describe it. In a way, he was afraid she might view him as a predator and that she would freak out. He was a victim of
over-analyzation. Instead of just letting it happen when she'd come on to him, he managed to think of all the ways it could go wrong and talked himself out of it. And now here it was, blowing up in his face. Surprise,
surprise.
The truth was, he wanted her. And the way she looked at him and literally begged him for it was almost more than he could handle. If he knew he could get by with having her right there at that red light, he'd have
done it. On top of it all, she was pissed off. Sexually frustrated, but pissed off nonetheless. And for as long as he lived he would never let her know how much her anger turned him on. There was something about her
when she was pissed off, he couldn't explain it, but she was sexy as hell.
Thoughts of sex were short-lived as they walked into his publicist's office. "Well I was expecting to hear back more in form of a phone call, not a visit," Cindy said.
"I need to know exactly what we're dealing with," Tay said to her.
Cindy sighed as they sat across from her. "Well it's spreading like wildfire, as expected. News outlets are getting their hands on it, social media is flooded with it and my phone hasn't stopped ringing this morning.
It's only been up for a few hours but you know how media outlets are, eager to get their hands on the next big story."
"What are our options?"
"Well I'm certainly not allowing you to release anything to Glamarazzi. Volunteering information to them would be reputation-suicide. But a statement needs to be issued and it needs to happen fast."
"Yeah, but who are we issuing a statement to?"
"Um...GMA is good..."
"No. No television. This does not need to be on TV."
"Well then..." Cindy thought for a moment, searching for words. "I can come up with E! or People."
"I can deal with them," Tay said. "We have a pretty decent relationship with People. We'll just...say something to both of them, I don't care. I don't need this getting any bigger--Mel doesn't need this
getting any bigger."
"Philanthropic organizations don't look too kindly on alleged whores," Mel said.
Taylor winced at her words.
"And neither will the image of the label," Cindy added. She clicked around and typed some on her computer. "Looks like both E! and People already have it. That's nice. I need something for them now, what do you want to say?"
Now it was Tay's turn to search for words. "Uh...I don't know...I mean it's all lies. Every single bit of it--"
"Not EVERY single bit," Mel interjected.
"Which part is true?" Cindy asked.
Mel looked at Tay in guilt. "Uh, does it matter?" At that moment, Mel's cell phone rang. She looked at it and back at Tay and Cindy. "Shit! It's Jason!"
Cindy's eyes widened. "So you really do know this Jason Kameaoloha guy?"
Tay sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. "That's the part that's true."
"Oh wow...she's throwing all of Hollywood under the bus today."
"Hell hath no fury," he responded dryly.
Mel stood in the corner on the phone. Tay and Cindy could only hear her end of the conversation. "Wow, so you're up early...I know...I know...I'm sorry...Well I know it's not my fault but I feel like it kinda is...I
know...we're meeting with the publicist now trying to save face as fast as possible...yeah, that might be a good idea...I know, that's what I said...well I'm not so concerned about me, you're the one with the premier coming up and Tay's the one with the band...no, I'm not saying I'm a nobody, but--Jason you're losing focus here--" Mel looked over at Tay and Cindy with a nervous smile. "Okay...okay...go back to sleep and meet with your publicist in the morning--"
"If he needs a publicist, I'm available!" Cindy interjected loudly.
Tay narrowed his eyes at his publicist. Was she--was she fangirling??
Mel smiled back at Cindy apologetically. "Okay...okay...okay, call me later." Mel finally ended the call and returned to her seat. "He's not happy."
"I could only imagine," Tay said. "Okay, look. Just...just say something to the effect of none of it is true, Mel's presence had nothing to do with our divorce...um...our divorce was meant to be a personal matter and it's a shame she felt the need to turn to tabloid media. Something like that. Make it eloquent and pray for us. If it gets any bigger, we'll deal with it then."
"What about Jason?" Cindy asked.
"Jason has his own publicist."
Cindy cleared her throat sheepishly. "All right. I'll let E! and People know you have a statement to make. Hopefully Natalie won't retaliate any further."
"One step at a time," Tay said.
Leaving the office, Tay and Mel got back in the car and looked at one another. It was clear then that neither of them were in any mood for sex. Mel sighed and looked out the window as Tay started the ignition.
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MEL
Mel anxiously looked out the windshield as she began to recognize the route home. "Where are we going?"
"I told you," Taylor said. "After we meet with Cindy we're going home."
"I didn't think you actually meant it."
"Why would I not mean it?"
"Well, I mean--I have work to do at the studio."
Tay scoffed in amusement and looked over at her. "So do I."
"So then why don't we just go back to the studio and finish our day?"
"Because we're going home."
"My Jeep's at the studio."
"It's not going anywhere."
Mel crossed her arms and stared out the window once more. She was confused and she was frustrated and she was pissed. Confused by Tay's actions, frustrated at this whole Natalie thing, and pissed off because the
whole Natalie thing had succeeded in killing her mood.
At home, Mel kicked off her shoes and retrieved her laptop, making herself comfortable on the sofa. "What are you doing?" Tay asked.
"Working," she answered.
"Seriously?"
"Well you wouldn't take me back to the studio...there's a new shipment that needs to be checked off on--"
"The girls can handle that."
"And emails that need to be answered--"
"They can wait."
Finally Mel took off her glasses and looked at him. "I'm not in the mood to have sex."
"You're joking."
"What did I tell you in the car?"
Tay sighed and stood in the living room with his hands on his hips. "You are the most confusing individual on the face of this earth, you know that?"
"I don't see how you're confused. I thought I made myself pretty clear earlier."
"Going from one extreme to the next isn't helping me!"
"I'm sorry. But I don't see how anyone could possibly be in the mood after the meeting we just had."
"Mel, shit happens. Sometimes you just gotta do what damage control you can and then let it roll off your back."
"Is that what's going on right here? Damage control?"
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??"
"I'M BUSY!"
"Okay. Fine. You're busy. So am I. If you need me, I'll be in the music room."
"I won't need you."
Tay glared at her. Mel glared back.
For roughly the next 45 minutes, Mel found herself deeply engrossed in 3CG work. Faintly she could hear the music coming from the music room. Oddly enough, it helped her concentrate on what she was doing. The white noise made her extremely productive and she was proud of herself for accomplishing what she had in such a short amount of time.
And then the music stopped.
Mel found herself pausing and looking up and realizing that he was probably breaking between whatever it was he was playing. Going back to her work, she was deep into an email sent from one of the girls in the office when she realized after five more minutes that the music hadn't started back up.
She looked up again to find Tay standing in the doorway. "How long have you been there?" she asked him.
"It doesn't matter. I've had enough."
Mel's heart pounded. She slowly took off her glasses and looked at him suspiciously. "Enough of what...?"
"Enough of this," he said, motioning to the two of them. "Enough of this...this whole situation right here."
Mel put her glasses back on her face and returned her attention to her laptop. "That makes two of us."
"I have some things to put away in the music room. By the time I'm finished, I expect you to be upstairs, in the bedroom, undressed. I'm giving you a five-minute head start."
Mel looked up at him, extremely flabbergasted by his boldness. "Excuse me?"
"Did I stutter?"
Mel stared Tay down as he stared back at her and she realized he was serious. She fought to hide her smile as she wouldn't dare let him see her excitement. Calmly she removed her glasses again and set her laptop on the sofa beside her. "Well okay then."
He turned and left the room and Mel cautiously stood from her seated position and made her way toward the staircase. She wasn't sure how she felt about this. On one hand, spontaneous sex was more her style. It
was always hotter than planned sex. Planned sex was hardly ever any good. On the other hand, she had been dying to get Tay out of his clothes for days. At this point, any amount of planned sex would likely be good for her.
At the top of the stairs, she paused and looked toward the bedroom door. He said he expected her to be undressed when he came up there. That just felt silly. Who did that? Well, who did that outside of a
bad porno? Not Mel, that's who.
So what to do?
Looking around the indoor balcony, she spied the acoustic guitar on its stand at the end of the hallway and grinned. No way was he winning this battle.
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TAYLOR
Walking into the living room to get to the stairs, Taylor smiled at the empty space on the sofa that Mel had once occupied, silently celebrating his small victory. He fought to play it casual as he headed up the stairs and
to the bedroom. He couldn't let her see how excited he was for their little rendezvous. He had to keep himself together. Play it cool. Stay strong, as he had downstairs.
He had to admit, he was a bit taken aback when he found the bedroom door closed. There was nobody in this house but the two of them--he didn't see the point. However, he hadn't specified the door either. He made a
mental note to be more specific the next time he gave her sexual orders.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and was immediately glad for the air he had just drawn in. Besides her, the first thing he noticed was the comforter piled up in the corner of the room and the rumpled up white sheets on the bed. In the middle of the white sheets sat Mel, completely undressed, as he requested. Well, as he demanded, but at this point how it came across didn't matter. He couldn't see an inch of her body beyond her arms and legs as his favorite acoustic occupied his place between her legs. One of her arms embraced it, the other arm extended off the other side in front of her. Her hair was all over the place. She looked like a living magazine cover.
It was the hottest thing he had ever seen.
She raised an expectant eyebrow and smiled at him. "Well, here I am," she said, her voice taking a darker tone. "At your command."
Her smile and the sound of her voice only added to the shock. She was almost untouchable..."Don't move!" he said, suddenly.
Mel's face screwed up into a confused expression. "What?"
"Just don't move. Seriously. Give me, like, two seconds."
His heart pounded as he darted into the walk-in closet and snatched his newest camera from it's case. Praying it was ready to go, and breathing a sigh of relief that it was, the brown leather strap hung carelessly as he carried it back into the room. He then grabbed up Mel's vanity chair and made himself comfortable several feet from the end of the bed.
Mel gaped at him in horror. "What are you doing?"
Tay smiled as he looked at her through the camera. "You have no idea how sexy you look right now."
She glanced down at the guitar and back up at him. "Uh, well it was kinda the point...but I wasn't expecting some kind of photo shoot to take place or anything. Trust me, my ass does NOT need to be on some random
camera."
"No, it doesn't. But your ass does need to be on THIS camera." He moved the camera out of his face and smiled at her again, in person. "Humor me."
Taylor was so turned on by the impromptu photo shoot, he didn't know if he could get through it. It was a battle. There was something about her in that moment that he just had to capture on camera. It was almost
more art than it was sexual. He chose to keep it tasteful for selfish reasons--the anticipation nearly killed him and he loved the way it felt.
In spite of herself, he could tell that Mel was starting to get into it, too. And that just made it hotter for him. It was when the guitar had been discarded and when she was barely covered up by a corner of the sheet
that Tay decided their naughty photo session was over. He had to have her and there was no more waiting for it.
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Abandoning the camera, the look in his eye was unmistakable as he approached her on the bed. The anticipation of his next move drove her wild and her heart pounded in excitement. His swift jerking of the
sheet off of her body, leaving her completely exposed, made her gasp in surprise. Quickly recovering, she grabbed him by the belt of his pants and jerked him onto the bed. The sexual tension was too much to bear.
He allowed her to pull his shirt over his head. The way her hands felt on his bare skin made his jeans uncomfortably tight. As if she read his mind, she nimbly had his belt unbuckled and pulled completely out of
his jeans in one swoop. She teased him by doubling it over and snapping the leather loudly between the two of them. Why did all the sadistic references turn him on so damn much?
From underneath him, she could see the eagerness in his eyes. It excited her to know she wasn't the only one who needed this. Given what they'd been through the past couple of weeks, and even their entire lives, it was through sex that they could completely be themselves, uninhibited, throwing caution to the wind, and relieving whatever stress bogged them down at the given time. At times, sex for them was more than
physical. It was about the two of them, raw, and in the moment, connecting with each other emotionally and even spiritually.
Today she just wanted his body.
As he braced himself over her and leaned down to kiss her, she moved out from under him toward the top of the bed. She teased him. He loved it. He followed her and tried again. Once again, she moved. He followed. He found himself smiling. "If you move one more time, I swear I'll stop this right now."
It took her one hand and mere seconds to unbutton and unzip him before she shoved her hand down the front of his pants. "No you won't."
He was done. Feeling himself in her hand finished him. He closed his eyes and lowered his head in defeat, a low groan escaping his throat. Underneath him, she laughed seductively. "You're not going to argue?"
He let out a breath and shook his head.
She continued to smile. "So I win this?"
"Yes, yes. You win it all. Everything. Yes."
"Lose 'em," she whispered.
He removed his jeans on her command. He was at her absolute mercy. She began to sit up, signaling him to move and then she sat up herself, meeting him on his knees.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and took his mouth in hers, her tongue deepening their kiss. She felt herself tremble as his hands ran the length of her body. Coming back up, his hands found her hair and he held her head close as he returned the deepened kiss.
Gently tugging her hair to the side, he lowered his mouth to her neck and she moaned as his tongue made her body shiver. His hands trailed over her once more and on their way up again, her nipple ended up between his
fingers. At this, her incessant need to take him over hit her out of nowhere and a gentle shove put him on his back.
His heart raced as her long hair brushed his face. She straddled him and pressed herself against his erection, her grinding against him driving him mad. Slowly she began to lower herself on him, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over his body. He longed to touch her but she was swiftly moving out of his reach.
The lower she went, the more he anticipated what was coming. If it was possible for him to become any harder than he already was, he would have. He throbbed in suspense and his breathing suddenly became
rapid. Her fingernails purposely grazed the insides of his thighs and by this time he wasn't above begging.
Finally he felt the warmth of her wet mouth around him and he completely lost all sense of himself. His head collapsing on the pillow, he relaxed and allowed her to have her way with him. He couldn't remember the last
time anything had felt this good and he bit his lip and moaned as he lifted his head and watched her work her magic on him. As much as he would have loved to let her finish, he was also dying to be close to her again.
Gently he gathered her hair in his hand and tugged, causing her to stop. "Come here," he whispered. He watched her crawl back up to him, his breathing picking up once more at how sexy she was as her eyes bore
into his. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her once more, acutely aware of how the curves of her body rested against his and how her legs hugged his sides tightly as if gripping him in preparation for a wild ride.
She couldn't take it any more. The way he felt in her mouth almost made her orgasm as she was going down on him and she was grateful when he made her stop because she wasn't ready to finish. She could only stand being pressed against him for so long until she realized she had to have him that very second. Not missing a beat, she reached down and guided him into her and slowly lowered herself on him. The initial penetration was always the most painful but it never lasted long and within moments she was riding him, her back
arched, her head thrown back in ecstasy. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed. He felt so good inside her she was almost ready to come when he suddenly gripped her waist and nearly succeeded in tossing her off of him.
Shocked, she sat there for a moment as he rolled over and positioned himself on top of her, wrapping her legs around him. As she held herself up by her elbows, he wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered heavily into her ear, "If you kept doing what you were doing on my dick any longer I would have finished and I'm not ready for this to be over yet."
She didn't know if it was the words or his raspy whisper but whatever had just happened in her ear drove her absolutely wild. She was so turned on she probably could have orgasmed by merely feeling his breath on her skin. His arm still wrapped around her waist, he gripped her tightly and moved her further up on the bed. Shock turned to horror as he reached over her head and reached his hand into the drawer of her bedside table, producing her blue vibrator, a basic, metallic, bullet-shaped device.
The look on her face was priceless and he had to admit to himself, this stroked his ego just slightly. He couldn't help but smile as he subtly taunted her. "What, you think I don't know all your naughty little
secrets?" He expertly turned the dial on top and it vibrated in his hand as he reached behind him and unhooked her legs, releasing the one closest to him and positioned it away from him, leading her to spread her legs underneath him.
She couldn't describe her surprise at what he did next. Looking her dead in the eye, he wet the tip of the vibrating device with his tongue and then held it like a pen in his hand as he lowered it firmly onto her
clitoris, causing her to suck in her breath and uncontrollably crying, "Oh my god," from deep in her throat.
Biting his lip, he concentrated on her as she writhed in pleasure underneath him. Watching her grip the sheets and listening to her cry out his name made him want to absolutely devour her. He settled for kissing
her mouth and wherever else his lips could reach her at the time, keeping his rhythm with the vibrator steady on her. The louder she got, the more clear it became that this was almost it for her. Quickly discarding the
still-vibrating object, he just as quickly shoved himself inside of her, her arms automatically wrapping tightly around his neck.
She had never felt anything so good in her life as he felt inside of her at that moment. Within seconds of him being inside her, something triggered in her and she began to calm down. He still felt as good as ever, but the
feelings began to root themselves somewhere new. It was like her nerve-endings started to take a detour--she started feeling not only with her loins, but now with her heart. It was the damnest thing. The
overwhelming emotional effect this had on her almost made her want to cry, but she wanted to cry from pleasure. She pulled him close to her. The sudden need for his chest to be close to hers was something she absolutely couldn't ignore. She needed to feel his heart against hers. She needed to kiss his lips and touch his face and run her fingers through his hair. She needed him to be one with her.
The switch from pure carnal lust to pure love-making was instantaneous. The moment she pulled him close to her was the moment he knew he would love her forever. He always knew he would love her forever but nothing about it seemed more permanent than it did at this moment. He kissed her lips gently as he slowed his rhythm inside her, choosing now to savor how she felt around him and enjoy their closeness. He felt as if he was melding into her, a moment he had waited for, for over fifteen years. As she cried out her finale, he broke their kiss to watch her. As odd a moment as it may have been to have the thought, he knew that he was the luckiest man alive. The thought that he was going to make love to this woman for the rest of his life produced a new energy in him and he finished minutes after she did, but only when her lips tugged his earlobe and whispered that she loved him into his ear. Never had a such a tender moment caused the orgasm that he had experienced. It was almost euphoric--an experience he never thought would happen this way. The room spun for a moment and he let his head hang as he collected himself in the seconds after. He pulled out of her but he didn't roll off of her. He couldn't bear to leave her arms in that moment. Instead, he reached behind him and adjusted the sheets over the two of them and for the rest of the afternoon he held her and he kissed her and they talked, speaking of life, love, hopes and dreams.
Perhaps it was the endorphins or the hormones or the relaxation they had felt afterward, they didn't know, but that afternoon was the most alive the pair had felt in their entire lives.
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