10 comments/ 12505 views/ 11 favorites A Broken Wing By: vegasokie03 As always, all characters are over 18 and I welcome all feedback. Enjoy! ***** "You need to go see him before it's too late," my best friend Lilly says as I throw yet another wadded up piece of notebook paper across the library and into the trash can. "Why? I'm never going to get it so why bother him? I might as well drop his class and wait until some other time." Sighing I lay my head in my hands and stare down at my open Chemistry book. I had recently gone back to school to pursue my bachelor's degree, but at the rate I was going, I wouldn't be finishing anytime soon. It was only a month into the course and I had already failed one test and was not getting the units we were on now. Why did I need to know how to calculate moles anyway? "But he can help you. I've heard that he's really tough but he takes the time to help students if they put in the time and effort." I lay my head in one hand and reach for my cup of coffee with the other as I gaze across the table at Lilly. Her short blonde hair is sticking up everywhere in some weird style she had created and her green eyes are heavily lined with black eye liner and mascara with purple eye shadow. We had hit it off over summer term as I'd tried to catch up on missing classes to help me graduate sooner and we'd been inseparable ever since, even though, at 20, she was 8 years younger than me. I envied her quirky nature and care-free attitude and wished that I still had her optimism and charm. I'd been like her when I was her age but had fallen for the wrong man and had paid for it dearly until he had died in a car wreck last year. I had been both relieved and sad when the cops had shown up at my door to inform me that Tate had taken a curve too fast in his truck, and in his drunken state, he'd gone straight and had crashed head-on into a big oak tree, killing him instantly. I'd been dry-eyed but the cops didn't say a word as they gazed at my battered face. Tate had been in his usual mood that morning and had taken his anger out on me, as was his usual habit. He had swept me off of my feet in a whirlwind romance and three months later we'd been married in Vegas. The wedding picture was still imprinted on my mind. We'd been so happy then. I was staring up at him with love shining in my big blue eyes, my jet black hair falling softly around my shoulders in gentle waves as my heart-shaped face tilted up to his for the kiss that I knew was coming. The honeymoon lasted six weeks when he'd hit me for the first time, breaking my nose and my heart, but I'd stayed with him for five years. Why? Because it's harder to leave a paranoid abuser than it seems. He thought that I was cheating on him and that every man was out to get me, so, he'd bought a house in the middle of nowhere while he worked various construction jobs, never seeming to be able to hold a job for very long. I had to keep the house spotless and cook whatever he felt like eating and somewhere along the way, I lost myself. I stopped caring about what I could be and focused only on what I could do to keep him from getting angry. I'd had more broken bones than I cared to admit and was no stranger to the ER. A man that's easily a foot taller and at least a 100 pounds heavier than his wife could do a lot of damage with little effort. The day Tate was laid to rest, I'd burned all of his clothes, hawked my wedding rings, and had put the house up for sale; taking on odd jobs around town to support myself and moving into a small studio apartment. The money from the house had been welcome but the insurance check had come as a complete surprise to me as I'd had no idea that he'd taken one out. I'd used it to pay for school after my sister had talked me into going back to finish my degree and now here I was. I had been unprepared for how difficult school would be and, thanks to Tate's insurance money, I'd been able to quit my jobs to focus on my classes. Not even half a semester in and I was getting my butt kicked with Chemistry and was reluctant to ask for help. Tossing my coffee cup into the trash, I turn my attention back to Lilly as I start to gather up my books and papers. "I'll think about it, okay? Dr. Gordon has other students and I'd feel bad taking up his time." "Dammit, Melinda! Stop being so damn stubborn and GO TO HIM! Would you rather flunk out and have to retake it or get the help now in the hopes of passing? Think about it, okay? He gets paid to help students, remember?" The warmth of the late fall sun warms my face as we step outside and I breathe in the scent of freshly turned soil in the flower beds and the delicate scent of the red and white roses that line the walkway on campus. I had always loved gardening and it was one thing that Tate had allowed me to continue doing when we'd been married. I'd taken pride in my flower beds and vegetable garden as it had been a release for me that I was grateful to have been allowed to have. A sharp elbow to my side brings me back as I jump and turn to look at Lilly in surprise. "What the hell?" I exclaim more sharply than I had intended. But, my friend is unfazed as she points to my professor walking towards us with his nose buried in a book. "Go. Talk. To. Him," she hisses under her breath. "Why is this do damn important to you?" I whisper in exasperation as Dr. Gordon gets closer to us. "Because, I know you can do this, honey. You're smarter than most people I know but you don't have any confidence in yourself. Now, Go!" Lilly gives me a gentle shove that places me directly in my professor's path. The fact that he had caught our movements out of the corner of his eye the only reason he didn't plow right into me. I can see Lilly off to the side behind my teacher gesturing with her hands for me to talk to him. "Um, Dr. Gordon? I'm Melinda Macy and I'm in your..." "I know who you are, Ms. Macy. What can I do for you?" I'm momentarily taken aback by his abrupt tone when he interrupts me but I take a deep breath and try to still my rapidly beating heart to calm my nerves as I go on. "Well, I failed the first test and I don't know if I can get the hang of calculating moles before the next test and, if I fail another one, I have to drop, and I don't want to drop because then it will set me back, and if I get set back then I can't graduate on time." I can feel my face get hot in embarrassment for going on and on without stopping because I know I sound juvenile. He just intimidates me so much and because of Tate, men now scare me when they take on a certain tone or look. Lilly's thumbs up and big grin make me roll my eyes at her when my teacher turns his head to acknowledge a colleague before turning his attention back to me. "Why didn't you come to me sooner?" I don't hear anger, only curiosity in his deep voice as I slowly raise my eyes to look up at him. "Because I thought I could get it and..." Again, he interrupts me. "And you're the type that won't ask for help. Let me guess. Your friend is making you do this, isn't she?" My eyes widen in shock but he simply shakes his head and continues. "What time are you free tomorrow? We'll go over what you know and will figure out a plan of attack to help you pass." "Let's see. What day is this?" I ask shyly. "It's Tuesday." "Mondays and Wednesdays I'm done at one and Friday's I'm free all day." "And what about Tuesday and Thursday?" Blinking in surprise, I tell him my schedule and we spend the next couple of minutes figuring out when I should come in for help as people part around us on the sidewalk. "I'll see you tomorrow at two. Bring your books, test, homework, quizzes, and labs and be prepared to work." "Yes, sir," I get out just as he catches sight of another professor and moves to join him. My heart is pounding in my chest as Lilly joins me, slipping her arm through mine as we make our way towards the coffee shop on campus. There was one thing she'd learned fast about me, and that was the fact that I loved coffee. I mean, I'm addicted to the stuff! So, knowing that it will cheer me up to have a fresh cup of hot coffee in my hand, she guides me there as I slowly forget about the upcoming tutor sessions with my professor. // "Okay, Ms. Mason. Let's see what you know and we'll go from there. Will you hand me the papers I told you to bring, please?" His no-nonsense tone still sets me back even though he was known for it and had used it on me yesterday. Without a word, I pass him the pile and sit back as he slips on his glasses and silently scans each and every one of my papers. Taking advantage of the fact that he's preoccupied, I study him in detail as the sunshine pours in through the big window and warms the chilly room. The air conditioning was known to act funny in this building and you either froze your butt off or were burning up depending on how the old units decided to act on any particular day. I always sat in the back of the class so it wasn't until yesterday that I'd realized how tall he actually was. I'm 5'4" and have to look up at most men anyway, but I'd had to crane my neck to meet his gaze as I'd stood in front of him outside of the library. Maybe 6'2"? I couldn't be sure though. I know he's in his early 50's from the school bio. His blonde hair is neatly combed back from his face to reveal soft brown eyes, framed by a pair of silver glasses that glint in the sunlight when he moves. He's clean shaven but my eyes are drawn to his full, pink lips. I'd never seen lips that luscious on a man before and that was what I was staring at when I hear him clear his throat, making me jump and flush in embarrassment at being caught. Now what will he think of me? I'd never in my life done that before and why now? Taking a deep breath, I slowly raise my head but stare at his broad chest, unwilling to meet his gaze. "Ms. Mason?" "Yes?" I ask timidly, still not meeting the gaze that I can feel boring into me. "Will you look at me, please?" An eternity seems to pass as I work up the courage to face my teacher. I never used to be this shy and timid, always being strong-willed and the life of the party. I hated being this way but my sister said that it would take time to heal after all Tate had put me through. I had kept most of the abuse a secret and thought that I could change him with love and patience but it just wasn't to be. Now, men of a certain body type and voice could send me into the shadows, scared that I'd be hurt again. Ever so slowly, I finally look at him—wary, blue eyes meeting warm, compassionate brown ones. "That's better. Now, you seem to be struggling with the basics. Tell me what you understand and I'll see if I can't help you figure out the rest, okay?" I'm grateful that no word is said about the way I'm acting because I just can't explain it. Not to him, anyway. How do you explain to a stranger that one man took away my ability to be who I was meant to be and that it was going to take time to get myself back? Over the course of an hour, Dr. Gordon patiently explains what I have been unable to grasp. The way he talks and the pictures he draws on his dry erase board helping me to understand the subject much better than the book ever could. By the time our session is up, I feel more confident in my ability to pass the class and to face the mountain of a man in the room with me. His deep voice had been soothing as he'd talked and his eyes had sparkled with intelligence as we worked through complicated problems. "Do you have any other questions for the day?" He asks me with a slight smile. I'm not sure if he meant to do it, but it lights up his whole face and helps to relax me. "Not right now. Can I bring a list of them tomorrow?" "Absolutely. Work on a couple more problems in the back of the chapter tonight and we'll go over your answers too. You were excellent, Ms. Mason. I knew you could do it." Pausing in the collection of my book bag, I turn to look back at him. "You did?" "Yes. And Melinda?" Startling me with the use of my first name, I can only look at him with wide eyes. "I have faith in you." // The semester had come to an end and I had passed Chemistry with a B. To say I was a happy camper is putting it mildly! Sessions with Dr. Gordon had helped in more ways than he could ever know because by the time I had handed in my final, I had been able to carry on full conversations with him without thinking twice about his proximity or the fact that we were alone a lot in his office. Sometimes another student came in for help and we'd work together, but it was usually the two of us with an open door because professors were not allowed to have students in their office with the doors closed. We had rarely talked about anything other than school but I had found myself relaxing with him in a way that I thought wasn't possible and had revealed that I wanted to become a science teacher after I got some field experience. To celebrate the completion of my last final, I stop at the diner across from campus and order a cup of coffee and a piece of cinnamon chocolate cake. Lilly had made me try the rich dessert and I'd been hooked ever since; the rich chocolate contrasting with the hint of cinnamon and the strong coffee to send my taste buds bursting in my mouth in pleasure. I had just taken my jacket off, having ordered already, when a shadow crosses the table. Looking up, expecting Lilly to be there, I gasp out in shock when I see Dr. Gordon standing next to me! "Do you mind if I sit with you? No sense taking up another table, is there?" The scent of Old Spice drifts over to me as I nod my head and watch as he settles in. His knees bump mine in the small booth and I shift backwards to give him some room to adjust his long legs and to keep him from touching me. I still had issues with my space being invaded. "Here you go, ma'am." Thanking the server, I watch in silence as she turns to Dr. Gordon. "What can I get you, sir?" "I'll have what she's having." "Coming right up!" The girl's blonde ponytail bobs as she walks away but I can't help but notice that there's an extra sway to her hips than there was before. Talk goes to classroom topics as we chitchat about the final and my plans for the upcoming semester. "Here you go! Is there anything else I can get you, sugar?" Glancing at her nametag I notice that her name is Kelly and start to get annoyed at the syrupy tone of her voice as she flirts with my teacher in the hopes of a better tip. She's barely smiled at me but I guess she knew that she had what men wanted. "Nope. Thanks." Not even a smile back! Ducking my head so they can't see my grin, I watch from the corner of my eye as Kelly's smile fades at his brush off. The clink of forks is loud on our plates as we savor the cake in companionable silence. The last bite and I'm disappointed, closing my eyes to savor the last of the chocolatey richness as it coats my tongue. "I like a woman that enjoys her food." I had almost forgotten he was there as my eyes fly open in embarrassment. I was 28 years old, so why did he make me feel like a child? "I, um..." My eyes move to the window and then back to the table. Get ahold of yourself, woman! My nerves are on edge but I breathe deeply and start over again. "I love food. My best friend introduced me to this place but I only come here on special occasions. They have some of the best coffee I've ever had." "Have you a lot of experience with trying new foods?" His eyes are curious as his question registers in my brain. How much do I tell him? I reply as honestly as I can and force myself to meet his gaze as his knee briefly touches mine under the table. "Not lately, but I'm working on it." "Melinda, do I scare you?" The question comes at me from out of the blue and I find myself wanting to reassure him that it's not him...well, not really him...that's causing me to act this way. "Yes and no," I say quietly as I wait for the next question. It never comes, so after another minute or so, I continue. "You scare me because you are a large man and I honestly don't know if I can trust you. I also know that you will never hurt me because you have kind eyes and eyes never lie." "He hurt you badly, didn't he?" I can only stare at him in silence as I try to figure out what to tell him. However, he doesn't give me a chance to reply as he continues. "You have a look about you. When I raised my hand for you to hand me your papers that first session, you flinched and I knew. I'm sorry for whatever happened to you." "My sister says I need to talk about it; to grieve over everything but I just don't want to think about it. Does that make sense?" I ask quietly, still not looking at him until he gently lays a warm hand on my cold ones. "Melinda? Now that you're not my student, I feel the need to speak freely with you. There's something about you that I can't quite put my finger on, but you exude life as well as sadness. I watched you progress in two short months from a woman who jumped at shadows to a woman who was becoming more comfortable in her own skin. I had to force you to look me in the eyes, remember?" Silently, I nod my head. "Do you want to talk about it?" The urge to tell him everything hits me then and with tears in my eyes, I haltingly tell him how Tate and I met and end with how I was just now putting my life back together again. I'd never before felt so drawn to a man like I was him and I honestly couldn't pinpoint when I'd started to develop feelings for him; but, sitting in that faded pink booth, tears drying on my cheeks, coffee long since gone in our mugs; I can't help but feel my heart opening up again. He wasn't handsome, or charming, but there was something about him that I found to be incredibly attractive and I wanted to find out what it was. I had no illusions as I sat there that we would ever be anything more than friends, but I found myself wanting to get to know him better. I was slowly getting myself back and in a move that I would have done pre-Tate, I become bold. "Dr. Gordon? Look, I'm not your student anymore, as we're both well-aware, and I'm not asking for anything other than friendship. But, I think that you need somebody to talk to too or we wouldn't still be sitting in this booth. Would you like to come over to my place for dinner tonight?" Minutes pass and I start to wonder if I'd misread too much into this innocent afternoon but finally I see the most adorable dimples on my teacher's face and I can't help but catch my breathe. He's smiled before, yes, but this was a full-blown grin and I couldn't believe how it transformed him. He went from looking like an old, worn out college professor to a handsome young man in seconds. His brown eyes crinkled in the corners and the lips that I'd admired that first day are curled up into a smile that I could only describe as sexy. The man was hot in a nerdy way and I was drawn to his flame. "On one condition." Good Lord, even his voice was hotter! "What's that?" I ask in a voice that I hope isn't as shaky as I feel. "You call me John." "Oh! Well, in that case...John, would you like to come to my place for dinner tonight? That is, if you don't already have plans." Belatedly I worry that he's married, or even gay, but hold my breathe anyway as I wait for his answer. "Nope. No plans other than watching White Christmas and It's A Wonderful Life. Now, I'm dating myself, aren't I?" "I love White Christmas! Have you seen Holiday Inn? It's the movie where Bing Crosby wrote the song White Christmas. We could watch it if you like, but I have to warn you, my apartment is pretty small." "Not a problem. I'll just sit and watch you cook so I don't get in your way. Can I bring anything?" He's still flashing those adorable dimples my way and for the first time in a long time, I find myself actually happy. A Broken Wing "Maybe a bottle of wine or a nice bottle of whiskey?" "I have the perfect bottle at home. What time?" After the necessary details are exchanged, we part ways and I'm hard pressed to wipe the grin from my face as I watch my professor leave. // June is now here and I'm unsure what to do with myself. I had elected not to take summer classes and was thinking about getting a part-time job as a waitress to bring in some extra money and to fill my time. John and I had been seeing each other off and on for over six months now and I was scared at the feelings that I was developing for him. That first dinner had been stressful and so much fun as he'd given up staying the bystander and had jumped in to help when the potatoes had boiled over while I was chopping vegetables for the salad. Surprisingly, his size wasn't even bothering me anymore and I only flinched twice when I caught his arm moving from the corner of my eye. His eyes had narrowed but he'd stayed silent. John's heart was just as broken as mine, I'd learned. He had been married to his high school sweetheart for eleven years when she'd left him for somebody else, claiming that he wasn't man enough for her anymore because he couldn't give her kids. He'd been single ever since and at 51, he was content to live the rest of his life as a bachelor and to throw himself into his career. We had formed a comfortable routine with me going to his house on the weekends for barbecues or him coming over for dinner a couple of times a week. I could still remember the first time he had kissed me goodnight. It was Valentine's Day, and we were watching some corny romance movie at my place. My heater was on the fritz so I was curled up on the opposite end of the couch in a blanket I'd crocheted years ago. It had remained unspoken between us that we would go slow so we had yet to even cuddle on the couch after almost two months of seeing each other. I had shivered from the cold just as John looked over at me. Moving slowly so he wouldn't scare me, he'd shifted over and had pulled me against him, blanket and all, so I was resting against his broad chest with his arms wrapped around me. His sweater was soft against my cheek as I snuggled against him and let his warmth warm my cold body. Somewhere along the way, we must have dozed off because when I woke up, the TV was on some other movie and my arm was wrapped around John's stomach. He had shifted over so his head was laying against mine from where I had moved to lay it on his shoulder. I couldn't help but feel safe in his arms but jumped when I heard him stifle a yawn. I had learned to wake up in stages with Tate, never knowing what mood he was in or what was going to hurt the most after he had a bad night. When John had yawned, I'd briefly had a flashback of Tate looking at me in bed as I opened my eyes after a particularly brutal night. His blue eyes had been flat as he'd stared at my swollen eye and bruised neck. I often wondered what he had thought when he'd look at what he had done to me. Did he feel anything or did he admire the dark splotches on my pale skin? As if he sensed where my thoughts were heading, John's arms tightened around me as he'd whispered in my ear that I was safe. "It's alright, honey. It's just me. I'll never hurt you, I promise." Those words helped to ground me as I'd shifted to see him better. His warm eyes were alert as they gazed into mine. Raising my hand, I felt his cheek, the stubble just there as I felt it rasp under my clammy palm. His skin was so warm and when he flashed his dimples, I was gone. Cautiously, I raised my head to meet his, my lips just barely touching his in thanks. That was it. Nothing more was said until he'd risen to head home for the night. "Are you sure you're going to be okay? I can stay if you need me to." My eyes had closed as his large hand cupped my cheek and before I knew it, we were in each other's arms. I had pulled his head down to me and our lips met again. This time, I pressed myself against him and was rewarded with the feel of his cock swelling in his jeans, his low moan vibrating in his chest. His tongue traced the outline of my bottom lip and I had groaned in response at the contact. John's hands cupped my head as he'd tilted my head to the side and had moved his lips over mine in a kiss that simply took my breath away. I had wrapped my arms around his back and neck, holding on for dear life when the wetness of his tongue lightly teased its way into my mouth. My pussy had started to pulse weakly between my legs in response; and, when our tongues met? Pure Heaven. He was an excellent kisser and with great reluctance we had parted before things went too far. We had never gone farther than heavy petting since then but I felt that I was ready to take it to the next step. It had been almost two years since I'd had sex and I was so horny when John and I would say goodnight that I'd have to masturbate to relieve the tension. Something I hadn't done since before my marriage. Pausing in my reflections, I stare back at myself in the mirror to admire my work. I'd taken extra care to make myself look good tonight but, knowing that John didn't like a lot of makeup, I'd elected to just swipe on some mascara to make my blue eyes pop and to sweep on some blush to highlight my cheeks. I didn't have the perfect body and had had to work out like a maniac to stay the size that Tate wanted so when he'd died, I'd let myself gain back enough weight to fill out my gaunt frame. My breasts had filled out to a nice B-cup and my hips had flared some more but I was fine with it. Turning this way and that as I pull my thick, dark hair up into a high ponytail, I decide that this was as good as it was going to get. I hoped that John would appreciate the light perfume I had sprayed between my breasts, a great deal of cleavage showing at the neckline of my tank top. A knock on my door a couple minutes later and then the door opening is no surprise to me as we'd grown comfortable enough to enter each other's homes without the other answering the door. We both had keys which had made me cry when he'd given me his in a small box that had been wrapped with a bright pink ribbon. "Wow! You look good, honey." John's voice is appreciative as I stand in a sexy pose in the doorway and let him admire the view. I had decided that tonight was the night and I wondered if he could tell that by the way I was flaunting myself in front of him now. "You're not so bad yourself, handsome." I meant it, too. He had put on shorts and a short-sleeved button down shirt, his legs tanned by hours on the golf course; but, it was those damn dimples that did me in every time he flashed them my way. Knowing that I had better keep my distance for now, I wink and grin as I swing my hips and ass on my way to the kitchenette. His low whistle making me flash a wicked grin over my shoulder at him before blowing him a kiss. The next couple of hours are spent chatting about the weather, the food, and plans for the summer. The blessed coolness of my sweet tea slides down my parched throat as I listen to John's deep voice talking about visiting some town in Montana that I'd never heard of to visit his brother next month. I'm watching his lips move but what he's saying is failing to register in my brain as it turns to sex. I wondered at the feel of his cock, what his mouth would feel like on my tender nipples, and how it would taste to kiss him after he had just licked me to a screaming orgasm. "Melinda? Are you okay? You made a noise just then." His handsome face is full of concern but I bite my lip and turn away instead. How do you tell somebody you were just thinking about screwing their brains out when it was clear that they weren't ready? Not one signal on his part to tell me he wanted to go further and I'm starting to think that I might be pushing things too far, too fast. "Sorry, must have choked on my tea a little. You were saying something about your brother in Montana?" "That was five minutes ago. Where were you just then? You had a look on your face I've never seen before. Bad memories?" "No, no; just thinking about something. I'm sorry. I'll pay attention this time. Do you want some more tea?" "No, honey, I'm good." I jump only slightly when I feel his warm hand circle my wrist to stop me from moving. "Come here, honey." I obey but it's not because he told me to. It's because I'm incapable of staying away from him anymore. I settle into his lap, straddling his hips as I run my fingers through his thick blonde hair that's only starting to grey at the temples. His eyes close in appreciation as his forehead lowers to rest on my shoulder. Taking my cue, I run my fingers down his neck, kneading the tight muscles as I work my hands down as far as I can go and then back again. His hands are resting against my ass but he's not making a move to do anything more than that as I massage his back and run my nails up and down his neck and spine, eliciting several heartfelt groans from him. His hands tighten against me before he slides a hand up my back and to my shoulder, brushing the backs of his fingers against my neck before resting his palm against my cheek to force me to look at him. "What were you thinking about earlier?" What do I say? I know he's waiting for my answer but I still haven't gotten the signal I need from him and without that I'm afraid of saying what I need from him. "Melinda? You can tell me, honey." "John?" His eyes are so warm and my heart is wide open but I'm still not sure. He waits for me to continue instead of saying anything though. "Do you think I'm sexy?" Both hands are cradling my face as he stares deeply into my eyes, brushing his thumbs over my smooth skin as he starts to softly tell me things I'd been dying to hear from him for months now. "Oh baby, you are the sexiest woman I've ever seen. Your strength amazes me but I'm afraid that if I say anything wrong, I'll spook you and I don't want that to ever happen. You've been through so much and I need you to be sure of who you are and what you need from me in order for this thing we have to work. So, you need to tell me what you want because I think I know, but I sure as hell don't want to be wrong and ruin what we have." I want to cry at his words because they were exactly what I needed to hear. Taking his face in my own two hands, I bring our heads together for a deep kiss, our tongues sliding together as our moans overlap the others. "I need you so much, John. Please, please make love to me. Please?" I beg in between kisses and feel him reach to press me tightly against him. There's no mistaking the hard length pressing against my pussy or the way his breath hitches in his throat at my words. "Fuck honey, I've been wanting to hear that from you for weeks now. You need to tell me what you want though, okay? Tonight is about you, not me." His voice is deeper than usual and I have to strain to hear him over the pounding of my heart and the thoughts racing around in my head. What did I want to do first? What did I even want anymore? What did I like? I had forgotten and my wide-eyed look has John flashing those sexy dimples at me as he gently rocks his pelvis up against my pussy, eliciting a deep groan from my lips when he strokes against my clit. To hell with it. I'm going for what I want. Flashing a toothy grin at him, I reach lower to lick his neck. I can taste the aftershave he used that day along with the salt from his sweat. John's hands are stroking my back in encouragement as I taste his skin and kiss his neck. I work my way back to the other side, tasting and kissing him as I go and feel his cock gently rubbing against me. Kissing his lips again, I shift my ass lower so I can kiss my way down his neck to the open vee of his shirt. There's just a hint of chest hair showing at the top and it crinkles under my tongue as I lick the skin that's revealed to me at the opening. His scent is intoxicating; a mixture of Old Spice, soap, and John. Working the buttons on his shirt loose one-by-one, I trail my tongue down his chest as more of him is revealed to me. His body shows signs of aging but I think that it only makes him hotter. His light colored chest hair is thick across his chest, just as I imagined it would be but, as I work the final button loose, I can see a trail of hair leading a path down his stomach only to disappear into his shorts. I'm curious as to whether he shaves his pubic hair of if he's natural. Biting down on my lip at the image of his cock being revealed to me, I look up at John only to find that he's intently watching every move that I make. "John, will you take your shirt off?" I ask in a quiet voice. Leaning forward, he works his arms through the sleeves and off the shirt goes across the room. Now I can see his muscular shoulders and broad chest as I bring my fingers up to run them through his chest hair, feeling his nipples harden under the pads as I go. I'm curious about how his nipples feel so I again trail kisses down his neck and work my way over to one of his tiny pink nipples. They harden and pebble under my tongue as I lick one and then the other before coming back up to kiss him full on the lips. He tastes like strawberries as I nibble my way around his mouth before dipping my tongue into his warm mouth. His warm hands are pressing against my back to press me closer as our tongues swirl together only to chase the other's back and forth. Our moans are getting louder as we lose ourselves in the simple pleasure of kissing. I want to feel his skin on mine so I tear myself away from his sexy lips long enough to pull my tank top up and over my head, tossing it onto the floor. Taking his hands, I press them against my sides and toss my head back as he takes the hint and starts to run his hands up and down my torso. I can feel my pussy getting wet just as John's fingers dip into the cup of my bra, barely grazing my nipples before running back down my body to cup my ass. Reaching behind me, I unhook my bra and give it a toss. "You are so damn beautiful, Melinda," John says in a low, sexy voice as his eyes take in the sight of me sitting in his lap, naked from the waist up. His fingers are running up my spine as he curls his arms up over my shoulders to press me down to him. I can feel his cock getting harder and I'm dying to touch it but John's lips on my neck have me moaning loudly as he finds a spot that is sending goose bumps dancing across my flushed skin. "Right there, baby," I groan out as his teeth sink into my flesh hard enough so I can feel it but not hard enough to where he'll hurt me. His tongue runs over where he had just bitten me as he repeats the kisses I had done to him earlier, tracing a path across my neck to my ear. I'd never had my ears played with before and the simple touch of his tongue swirling across the shell and then the warmth of his mouth sucking on my ear lobe has me squirming in his lap and moaning out how good it feels. "Let's go to the bedroom," I manage to get out just as he presses a wet kiss to my throat. "Lead the way, my lady!" Giggling, I untangle myself from his arms, taking his hand and leading him to the next room. I had left a couple of candles burning and that, combined with the light spilling into the room from the living room, is enough to give off a romantic glow. I'm unsure what to do now that the sexual spell had been broken but John quickly takes care of that by pulling me back into his arms as he leans down to kiss me until I'm gasping for breath. The man could kiss and my lips are swollen by the time he's done. Reaching between us as I lick his chest, I can feel his cock straining against his shorts to get out. My fingers gently explore his length, getting an idea of his size just as his arms reach underneath me, my gasp of surprise making him laugh, to lift me up and onto the bed so I'm kneeling in front of him. I can see his gaze sliding down to my breasts and I realize that I want him to suck them but the image of Tate biting me is overwhelming my senses and I can't breathe. Why is he always in the back of my mind? I want to scream with frustration and cry with sadness at what's he's done to me. I was having a sexy night with my boyfriend and now it was ruined as I sit back onto my heels and look down. "Melinda? What's wrong honey? Did I do something wrong?" John's voice is full of concern as a tear leaks from my closed eyes. Feeling the bed dip beside me, I look over and bite my lip. "We don't have to do anything, okay? I'm sorry, baby." Shaking my head, I take a deep breath and tell him what I had wanted him to do to me and why I couldn't formulate what I wanted into words because Tate was always there to ruin it for me. "How about this," John starts with a look of pure compassion and love, "I can't stop your thoughts or change what happened to you. But, I can change how you feel about sex." "How?" "Do you trust me not to hurt you?" "I do, baby, I really do," I get out through the tightness in my throat. "I want you to focus on me, and only me, got it? Look me in the eyes the whole time and when your mind starts to drift, talk to me. Tell me what you want me to do to you right now, Melinda." I can't say anything for a full minute as my heart swells with affection and love for the man sitting next to me. "Don't think, baby. What do you want me to do to you?" "I want you to suck my nipples," I get out and bite my lip again as my eyes cut over to John's. His eyes are bright and his sexy grin tells me that he's still as turned on as he was before. "Lay back, honey." Settling back, I spread my legs, focusing on John as he settles his weight onto me. His tongue is warm as it sweeps over a puckered nipple, bathing it with his saliva before sucking it between his lips. The pulling sensation is so sensual, the feel of his tongue incredibly sexy as he worships both nipples, making sure that my eyes are on him the whole time. His strong arms are holding me tightly to him, his eyes warm as he sucks for what seems like hours. "Baby, that feels so good," I moan as I start to think about what else I need from him. My thoughts are racing with the possibilities but I know that I need to suck his cock. "I want to suck your cock," I breathe out and watch as his eyes widen, the lines at the corners of his eyes crinkling as his dimples flash up at me. Ever so slowly, his weight leaves me as he turns onto his back and lays down. Swinging my leg over him, I straddle his hips, his cock pressing into my pussy through our clothes as I bring his hands to my ass. "I can't wait to suck you, baby," I whisper as we kiss. "I want to lick your balls, suck you in as far as you can go, taste your precum..." His groans tell me all I need to hear as I rock myself back and forth on his length, the pressure against my clit making me groan out in response. My lips kiss every inch of his torso and stomach as I slowly work my way down to the bulge between his legs. Biting my lip, I gaze at him as I slowly work the button loose, the zipper rasping down as I loosen his shorts and begin tugging to free his cock. He lifts his hips enough to help, hooking his fingers into the waist band of his underwear as he slips both garments down as far as he can reach, my hands taking care of the rest until he's totally naked before me. "What do you want to do to me, honey?" "I want to suck you, baby." His words help me to focus on the task in front of me as I finally see his cock. It's resting on his stomach, the girth enough to where I knew he'd stretch me, his balls large. I loved how I could see the veins, his balls darker than his cock, all of which was shaved smooth as if he knew where the night might lead. A Broken Wing Kissing my way back down his stomach, I can feel his cock brushing against my nipples, making us both groan out our pleasure. I shift lower, licking the head of his cock, the precum slowly oozing from the tip coating my tongue as another low groan slips from his lips. His hands are touching every inch of me that he can reach as I slowly lick all around his cock head. He tastes so good as I suck more of his juices from the end of his dick. "You taste so good," I say as I look up at him. "Mmmmm...your mouth feels so good on my cock, baby. Just like that, honey." I suck harder, his moans urging me on as I slowly work my mouth lower onto his length. My lips flare out as I sink down as far as I can go, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I'm surprised that I enjoy the feeling so much. Again, I suck the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the ridge before sinking down as far as I can go, the head once again hitting the back of my throat. This time I hold it there for as long as I can, concentrating on breathing through my nose as I bob up and down an inch at a time. John's low curse words are turning me on even more, my pussy pulsing with need as I listen to his cries and feel his cock hitting the back of my throat. "You like that, baby? You like my cock in your throat like that?" Barely nodding my head, I feel his hands on my head, holding me to him as he slowly bucks his hips up. My moans encourage him as our eyes lock. Who knew that I'd get so turned on by deep throating his cock? "I have an idea. Why don't you get on top of me? Have you ever 69ed before?" Nodding my head, I back off of him and slowly rise up onto my knees. As sexily as I can, I work the buttons on my shorts loose and slowly strip for him. I'm rewarded by a sexy grin as my trimmed pussy is revealed to his eyes for the first time. "You are so beautiful, baby." I don't say anything as I settle on top of him. I can feel his hands stroking every inch of my legs and ass, but my attention is back on his cock. It's still wet and I sink my mouth back onto him, tasting more of his precum as I go. Damn, the man tastes good and his cock is delicious as it sinks back down my throat. I'm more than happy when I feel him slip deeper into my throat, his groan against my leg telling me I'd done something right. Using a hand, I gently tug on one of his balls, feeling their warmth and softness on my fingers. Backing off of his cock, I lower my head and nuzzle him with my nose. I love his smell and reach to thoroughly lick and suck each ball before rising back up to take his length down my throat again. This time, I sink down, my nose against his balls as John gently holds my shoulders down with his hands to signal that he wants me to stay there. I'm more than happy to oblige and am rewarded again when his hips rise up to sink his cock into my throat before retreating again. Over and over he does this until I think that he's close, his balls drawing up tight to his body. "Sweetheart, as much as I love what you're doing to me, you better stop or I'm going to cum." A few seconds later and his tongue is buried in my pussy, the contact making me gasp as I close my eyes. "That's so good, John," I breathe out as his tongue licks and sucks my labia, dipping into my pussy to gather my juices before coming back up to swirl and lick my clit. "I want to watch you suck my pussy!" I can hear the wetness of his tongue as he laps up my juices minutes later, the sucking of his mouth loud in the silence as he kisses my pussy wetly. "Baby, please?" "Please what, Melinda?" "Please make me cum." "Oh honey, I'm going to." His lips and tongue are all over my pussy then. I can feel each tug of my clit as he sucks it into his mouth, each flick of his wet tongue as he runs it over my pussy. When he buries his tongue into my opening, I can feel it working inside of me, but I love when he takes my clit and sucks it into his mouth as he flicks the tip with his tongue. "Please, baby..." His eyes meet mine as our fingers twine together, my hips rising to get more of me into his mouth. "That feels so good, right there! That's it, sweetheart. More, please?" I beg as my hips buck up and down. My back arches up and down as my orgasm builds. "You feel so good, baby. I'm gonna cum!" I concentrate on John's tongue and lips and listen to the wet sounds he makes as he builds me closer and closer to my release. Moving my hips faster, I feel my orgasm hit just as he sucks me harder. "Fuck! I'm cumming! I'm..." It hits hard. Lights explode behind my tightly shut eyes as I buck and twist, riding out the strongest orgasm I'd had in a long time. "Yes, right there!" John sucks and licks me through another orgasm, and by the third, I'm swearing like a sailor. The pleasure is intense, my pussy rippling and pulsing as wave after wave hits me. "Please, no more!" I beg as I pull back from John's talented tongue. "And what do you want now?" he asks with a wink. "I want to ride you." We position ourselves and the feel of his cock slowly spreading my pussy lips apart is heavenly. I'm whispering words only he can hear as he slowly inches his cock into my pussy, letting me get used to his size until he's all the way inside of me. "Fuck, you feel good, baby," I whisper as I slowly rise up and then sink down onto him. John lets me ride him as he watches me. I've never felt as sexy as I do now, his hands guiding my hips as my arms rise up, my fingers stroking my neck as I pose sexily for him. I'm watching his eyes, the crooked grin on his face telling me that he's enjoying this as much as I am. Pleasure is ripping through me with every rise and fall of my hips. My nipples are tickled by his chest hair as I settle on top of him, his hands on my ass and back as I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. "That's it, sweetheart. Ride my cock. I want to feel you cum on me, honey. Do you think you can cum again?" "I'm not sure," I answer honestly. I've never orgasmed this much and I didn't know if I was capable of cumming again, the simple pleasure of this man's cock being all I needed. "Touch yourself." "What?" "I want you to touch yourself. Make yourself cum for me." My hips still as I sit up and stare at him for a minute before I tentatively reach between us and touch my clit for the first time. My clit is hard as I rub, dipping down to gather my juices before sliding my fingers back over it, making me gasp just as I feel John's cock moving inside of my pussy. The pressure inside of me slowly starts to build as we work together to build me back up to an orgasm. When he flips me over onto my back, I go back to stroking my clit, my legs spread wide as John's gaze goes back and forth between my fingers and my half closed eyes. My mouth is slightly open as I raise my hips to get more of his cock inside of me, searching for the trigger that will set me off. His pace increases until his hips are slapping into my thighs in a steady pace, my fingers picking up speed to help me along. "John!" I yell out as my vision dims and the feeling in my pussy goes numb just before my orgasm breaks, this one the strongest yet. I can't think as his cock pounds into me, his moans and words muffled over the pounding of my ears as my pussy rapidly pulses on his cock and my clit throbs. I'm crying out something that even I don't understand as I reach for the blankets and arch my back repeatedly off of the bed. John has my hips pinned, his cock pistoning in and out of me as I cry out his name. He's a big man but I take what he gives me as he gives into his lust and thrusts against me so hard my breasts move on my chest in a steady rhythm. His gaze meets mine just as he yells, "I'm gonna cum in you, baby. I'm gonna...I'm cumming, baby!" His head goes back as sweat runs down his throat and into his chest hair, his fingers tight on my thighs as I urge him on. "Cum, baby!" His hips pump a couple more times, his semen splashing deep inside of me as his groans slowly die down. He's heavy as he collapses on top of me, his cock slowly softening in me as we both work to steady our breathing. My fingers trace patterns on his back, my heart swelling with love for this man. "John?" "Hmmmm?" "Thank you." "For what, sweetheart?" His warm brown eyes meet mine as he shifts to look at me. "For you. For this. For everything."