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Melanie had always loved Logan’s mom. Alice was very much like her own mom, caring, warm and always willing to help. Qualities that she hoped she also had. Dinner was mostly finished, so Alice offered her a glass of wine and she readily accepted.
“Thank you for having me tonight.”
“You’re always welcome here. Whether Logan comes or not.”
“I think you might be seeing more of him.”
Alice looked toward her and picked up her own wine glass. “I hope so. We’ve missed him.”
“Me too.” She was about to say more, but she heard a door shut, telling her that Logan and his dad were on their way in.
“Smells great in here,” Logan said, walking into the kitchen.
“When my son comes for dinner, it’s only right that I make his favorite food.”
“Meatloaf?” Logan questioned and Melanie could see his eyes light up.
“And mashed potatoes.”
“Ahh, man. You are a God among women, mom.”
“Don’t I know it.”
Melanie laughed. Alice turned to the oven and Logan’s dad, Charlie went to the fridge. With both their backs to them she mouthed to Logan, “Everything okay?”
He nodded, accepting the beer that his dad handed him.
He didn’t look upset or unhappy. The opposite actually. He was almost radiating in happiness.
“Everybody grab something, I think we are ready to eat.” The food was transferred to the kitchen table and they all began eating.
“So I have some possible news,” Logan said. His eyes found hers and she assumed this was what he had been so happy about earlier.
“But first, mom, dad, I have decided to stay in Cedarville full-time. No more assignments that take me away for weeks and months at a time.”
“Glad to hear it,” Charlie said.
“Along with that though, I had to find something to do to not only keep me busy but to earn money. And today I think I might have come up with it.”
“Really?” Melanie asked. She was excited for him even if it would mean that all the work she had been doing the last few days would go to waste.
“I think I am going to open an art gallery right here in Cedarville.”
Mel was stunned speechless at his words.
“Oh honey, that’s great,” Alice said.
“You’re thinking big aren’t you,” his dad said.
“I’m not used to doing things any other way.” He turned and looked at her. “What do you think?”
“I –” she started and stopped. “I think it’s great, Logan. But when did you decide this?”
“I had all this time to think the last two days.” The sly smile he gave her indicated that he was talking about the fact that she had brushed him off the last two nights. And while he might think that she hadn’t wanted to see him because they were moving too fast or hell, because they weren’t moving fast enough. It was more because she was busy contacting people to see about getting him in galleries herself.
“Where would the studio be?” she asked.
“Do you remember the old appliance store? From when we were kids?”
“Right in the center of town? Yeah.”
“Well, it’s been empty for a few years because the owner was never willing to sell. But I guess he passed away like a year ago and his kids are ready to unload it. Mayor Roberts thinks I can get it for pretty cheap.”
“Oh, Logan, that's great news,” his mom said. “And that’s a perfect spot. Nothing has been there in years.”
“That's what Mayor Roberts said. She has been trying to get the family to sell for years so that someone could open something there.”
The conversation continued and Melanie listened and even joined in. But she couldn’t help but wonder if this was truly what Logan wanted. To own a business. Yes, his photos would be in the gallery but the only people seeing them would be people coming into town. The rest of the world would never get to see how amazing his art was.
But it wasn’t her place to say anything. Was it?
Deciding that she didn’t want to be the downer and ruin his happiness even if she didn’t think it was real happiness, she kept her mouth shut and finished dinner with his family.
If something came from all her calls and emails to friends and galleries, then and only then would she say something.
At the end of the night, his mom sent them home but not before giving them massive leftovers including more of her delicious apple turnovers. Which of course, Logan broke into as soon as they were back at his house.
“I can’t believe you are still hungry?”
“These are too good not to eat,” he said around a mouthful of turnover.
She laughed and dropped down on his couch. “Wanna watch a movie?”
She didn’t see him move, wasn’t sure how he got over to her so fast. But all of sudden he was standing in front of her, pulling her to a standing position. “No, I don’t want to watch a movie.” His eyes had gone dark and his hand was trailing up and down her arm.
Tilting her head to the side she licked her bottom lip. “Did you have something else in mind?”
He leaned in his mouth to her ear. “So many things and they all start with you naked.”
Her body shivered at his words. This was it. They were finally going to have sex. And fuck if she wasn’t nervous.
“I want you,” she said as she was slowly going crazy from what his mouth was doing to her ear.
He stilled and pulled back to look at her. His face in a frown. “We still aren’t having sex.”
“What –” She wasn’t sure what she even wanted to say, so she just shut her mouth.
“I want to, God do I want to. But something inside me is telling me to wait. That it’ll be better, mean more if we just wait.”
“How long is this voice in your head telling you we need to wait?”
“Just a little while longer. Maybe a week.”
“I thought you wanted me naked?”
“I do,” he said as he slid his hands under her shirt to touch bare skin. “And while we aren’t having actual sex, I thought we could skirt the lines of what is considered sex?” He winked and she had a good indication of what he was talking about.
And it had her mouth-watering.
Making the decision that the living room was as good a place as any, she spun them so that his back was to the couch and then shoved him down on it.
“In a hurry, are we?” He lifted an eyebrow with a smirk on his face.
“You bet your ass I am.”
Slowly, she climbed on top of his lap, one knee on each side of his legs. When she lowered herself, she had no problem feeling how much he was already enjoying this. Tugging on his hair, she forced his face up, giving her complete access to his mouth.
She could feel his breath on her face, coming out faster and faster. He was not without need and she admired the way he was able to hold himself back from taking her.
Seconds ticked by with their lips mere inches apart. Words were useless to them in those moments when everything they were both thinking was written on their faces.
When she finally closed the distance between them and touched her lips to his, it wasn’t what she was expecting. She assumed it would be raw and animalistic and while it was raw, it was another version of raw. She felt like he could feel every emotion she was feeling, read her mind, just from one kiss.
And it was a little disconcerting being that transparent to someone else.
His hands began lifting her shirt and they broke the kiss only long enough for it to pass over her head. Effortlessly, he unclasped her bra, allowing his hands to roam of their own free will.
The scrape of his fingers over her nipples had her gasping and accidentally biting his tongue since it was in her mouth at the time.
“Oh, is that how we’re gonna play this?” His mouth made a beeline for her chest and when his lips and teeth clamped down on a nipple, she just about shot off his lap.
“Holy shit!” She was torn between telling him to be gentle and screaming more. It was one of those weird pleasure versus pain phenomenons that she’d heard people talk about.
Holding onto his shoulders, she could do nothing but look down and watch as he tortured each of her breasts. The funny thing was that he looked like he was in heaven. Like having her nipples in his mouth was better than the apple turnover he was eating only minutes ago.
Seeing that look on his face was almost more of a turn-on than what he was actually doing with his mouth.
Almost.
Ready to torture him the way he was her, she slid off his lap and down to the floor, her eyes never leaving his. She wanted to see his face when he realized what she was about to do.
“Melanie,” he said in a whisper that was half beg and half question.
Without answering she unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, forcing them down his legs. When she finally looked down she saw that the tip of his cock was protruding from the top of his boxer briefs. Her mouth watered at the sheer thought of uncovering the rest of it and taking it as deep in her mouth as she could.
Blow jobs were an acquired taste and Melanie had always been a fan.
And this one, this was her holy grail. The one she had dreamed of forever and now finally had in front of her.
Gripping the waistband of his boxer briefs, she lowered them down slowly. She had technically seen it already, but not this close and not with the intention of giving him head.
“Fuck,” he swore above her, making her smile. “You’re killing me here.”
Licking her lips she glanced up to his face. “You better hold on to something.”
Boxer briefs gone, his smooth bare cock sat in front of her, ready for the taking. And thank God Logan was a manscaper. Hair did not belong on a penis.
Without touching him, she licked up his length and was rewarded with a hiss from above.
After just one taste of him, she already knew that she could do this all day. It was less about his cock and more about his reaction to her mouth on him. When someone else loved something so much, it made you enjoy it.
Deciding she had tortured him and herself enough, she lifted his cock with her hand and took just the head into her mouth. She twirled her tongue a few times before taking a little more of him in. Logan was not a small man and she had to take her time before trying something so insane as to take every inch of him in her mouth.
She felt his hands rest on her head, not forcing but just holding. And his moans...they were urging her on, telling her that he was on board for whatever she was offering.
Increasing her pace, she added her hand and got lost in the feeling of him in her mouth. And then all of a sudden he was tapping her head and saying her name. “Melanie. Oh God, Mel. I’m gonna come.”
She knew he was giving her a heads up in case she wanted to pull back. But there was no way in hell she was missing out on tasting him. Wasn’t that the whole point of giving head?
Adding a little more suction, she felt his body tense and then he filled her waiting mouth. Swallowing every last drop, she released his still hard cock and sat back.
His eyes were hooded and he wore a satisfied smile on his face. She relished in the fact that she was the one that had put that look there.
“You just shocked the hell out of me,” he murmured, his eyes fully open and on hers now.
“Liked that, did ya?”
He reached out and lifted her back on top of him. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you suck dick like a pro.”
Tilting her head to the side and brushing his hair back off his face she asked, “Been with a lot of professionals have you?”
He rolled his eyes. “You know what I meant.”
“I don’t know if I do.” She kept her face as straight as she could even though she was dying to laugh. Somehow it didn't feel odd or strange to be having a conversation while sitting on top of him, her with no shirt or bra on and him with no pants on.
He kissed her bottom lip. “Is it my turn now?” His face was as serious as she had ever seen it. “Because tasting you...fuck, it’s all I’ve been able to think about for days.”
Overwhelmed and turned on by his words, her breath hitched and before she knew what was happening, he had her on her back on the couch, her shorts being pulled down her legs.
“You are so fucking sexy.” He was kissing and licking his way back up her legs. “How the hell did I not see it? Years we wasted. Years we could have been together.”
His words were so sincere and carried so much passion, that even if he wasn’t about to put his mouth on her, she would have been half ready to explode.
Gripping his hair, she forced his face up to hers. “Stop talking and put your goddamn mouth on me.”
A slow wicked smile appeared on his face. “Yes ma’am.”
“Don’t call me –” The rest of her words were cut off when his tongue touched her.
She wanted to scream or moan but nothing seemed to come out of her mouth. All she could do was feel. Feel how he licked up and down. Feel how he sucked her into his mouth. And holy crap, feel when he added a finger.
When she heard a moan, she thought for a second she’d gotten her voice back. But then she heard it again and realized it was Logan. She looked down between her legs and saw his eyes staring back at her.
That vision, his head between her legs, eating her out. That vision was the most erotic thing and it might never leave her mind.
She was on the edge and her hips were practically fucking his face. So she wasn’t surprised that when he added another finger, her body went off and her orgasm came crashing through. He didn’t stop though. Just kept up his pace, never letting her body relax or come down from its high. She was sensitive and wanted him to stop yet at the same time, it felt so good that she never wanted him to stop.
It was a conundrum.
“One more,” he urged. “I want to see you go over one more time.”
Closing her eyes, she let the sensations take over. His fingers pumping in and out. The scrape of his facial hair, rough against her tender skin. His teeth biting down gently on her clit. It was all too much and sure enough her body spasmed through another release.
His motions slowed and when he pulled his fingers from her body, she whimpered at the loss.
Finally able to open her eyes, she found him leaning back against the couch, her legs in his naked lap.
“I’d say thank you but it doesn’t seem like nearly enough.”
He laughed and stroked her leg. “I will gladly do that again every day.
“And I will absolutely let you.”
He smiled. “Let’s get dressed. I have something I want to talk to you about.”
Her post-coital bliss was broken with his words. Giving him a ‘what the fuck’ look, she sat up and grabbed her clothes. “Is something wrong?”
She watched as he stood and pulled on his shorts. Glancing at her sideways he said, “Why don’t you tell me?”
She had no idea what he was talking about but she was sure she was about to find out.