It’s Complicated But It Doesn’t Have To Be

12

Melissa opened her eyes and looked at the red numbers on the clock 6:00 it flashed. Melissa felt something nudging into her lower back. Turning over she saw it was Blake’s c**k. At the same time as she turned over his eyes were open.

“Good morning beautiful.” Blake said as he propped his head up on his hand. Leaning in for a little kiss, Melissa blinked away the last bit of sleep from her eyes.

“Good Morning, handsome.” Melissa said in response. Lifting her head in to kiss him.

“Were you watching me sleep?” Melissa asked.

“What can I say, you look beautiful when you’re sleeping.” Blake murmured into the curve of her neck.

Giving her a long lazy kiss, Melissa returned it. “Are you okay? Not too sore?” He asked worried that his length and girth had hurt her.

Melissa was touched at the concern, “No I’m okay.”

Blake had a mischievous look on his face “Come with me.” He said getting off the bed and pulling Melissa up by the hand. Following him to the en-suite Melissa realised what they were probably going to do.

Opening the glass door to the shower cubicle Blake turned on the shower, allowing the hot water to steam up the little bathroom.

Going back to Melissa he grabbed her hand and said “Want to try something?” His eyebrow raised at the suggestive undertone

“Yes.” Was all Melissa said before he pulled her along and into the shower.

Kissing her under the hot water the small white bathroom got steamy really quickly.

Blake was hard still, he kissed Melissa’s mouth, cheek and neck. Before turning her around so her back was facing him.

“Put your palms on the wall.” Was all he said and Melissa complied

She was very wet, partially from the shower and partially from kissing this amazing guy.

He placed his rock hard member at her entrance and thrust into her, Melissa let out an audible gasp, spreading her legs shoulder width apart as he did so, it was as thought when Blake was around she couldn’t get enough oxygen.

The slopping of the falling water, his grunts and moans and Melissa’s noises were all that could be heard in the small bathroom, putting one hand on her hip to steady himself and the other on her breast and n****e he slowly agonisingly thrust in and out of her.

“f**k Melissa. You’re so f*****g beautiful.” Blake said through gritted teeth.

The hand on her hip now moved towards her c**t, making her buck against him, “Blake.” She cried out close to climax.

Pulling her back towards him and pressing her back against his muscular chest he got faster all the while playing with her c**t. With Melissa now standing straight, Blake held onto her shoulder with one hand while keeping a finger pressed against her bundle of nerves, he leaned back thrusting harder into her.

He heard the noises she made, the moaning, the gasps, the “f**k Blake harder.” And this turned him on more.

The last moan Melissa let out, she threw her head back and arched her back as her orgasm hit her in waves, coursing through her body, making her tremble in his arms, that was the last straw and a few seconds after she came he also reached climax and thrust the last of his hot seed inside her.

Withdrawing from her always provoked a whimper from Melissa, as if she was complaining the fullness and hardness was leaving. Turning her around, he kissed Melissa and she snuggled against his chest as they both attempted to get their heart rates under control.

Once they had gotten them under control Blake took her pomegranate shower gel, he poured a little into his hand, and started to wash her all over. Melissa returned the favour, then before they knew it they were all foamy and kissing.

Once they’d rinsed off Melissa grabbed towels hanging on the heated monochrome towel rail. Blake wrapped hers round her body and Blake wrapped his round his waist.

They returned to the bedroom, to find Blake’s phone ringing.

Grabbing his phone his expression turns black.

“Yeah. This is he. Ok. Ok. Give me about an hour. Call the plumber. Tell them I’ll be there at 8:00. Ok. Bye.” Running his hand through his wet hair, Blake threw the phone on the bed, “s**t. I have to go deal with an emergency at work. The fire department have been called to find my bar flooded from a broken water pipe. I wanted to spend all day in bed.” Blake said sadness in his voice.

“It’s okay Blake you have to go deal with it. Melissa said as Blake gathered up his clothes, pulling them on.

Blake couldn’t understand what was wrong with him, usually he had one date, slept with the girl then left. He NEVER stayed overnight, he NEVER wanted to spend all day having lazy s*x in bed like he did right now, this wasn’t what HE did, this was what Brock did.

Pulling on his shirt and jeans, he looked at Melissa drying her hair, “Listen baby, I’m sorry.” As he pulled on his shoes, the brown leather shining, he walked over and dropped a kiss on Melissa’s lips and hugged her.

The pomegranate smell, a heady mixture, making his senses reel, the warm towel around her inviting him to stay.

Melissa put her arms around Blake, rubbing her face against the cotton of his shirt, she could still smell his aftershave from the previous day.

“I think I’m falling for you.” Melissa blurted out, she didn’t mean to, it slipped out. Blake’s arms froze around her, “Blake?” She said looking up at him quietly “Don’t you have to go deal with your bar?”

Blake shook his head slightly, grabbing his phone and slipping it into his pocket, “Yeah I should, I need to go.” And with that he left. Going down the stairs Blake put on his leather jacket. Going to the front door he turned the circular bolt on the door, and walked to his track.

Unlocking it, he felt weird. He wondered what was going on with him. As he climbed into his truck, and pulled off the drive to go deal with his crisis all the while his emotions were in crisis waging war with himself.

As he drove away Melissa verbally kicked herself, “Stupid.” She said out loud. “Why? Why did I say that?”

Grabbing her clothes she quickly dressed. A pair of trousers and business suit felt appropriate for today, a pale pink blouse, and black heels.

Going downstairs and feeding the three dogs, and putting the food in the garden, then locking the back door, she grabbed Brock’s portfolio, and her work bag, checking for her work and personal phones for messages, she grabbed her laptop, and keys for the office, her parents, her spares to her flat, and her car keys.

Melissa decided to leave the tidying up until later, then she opened the front door and locked it with a key, going to her car she placed all of her belongings on the passenger seat.

Taking her personal mobile she grabbed it, unlocking the screen, and pulled Blake’s name up in her contacts

To Blake - Hope the bar isn’t too badly damaged. And you manage to get it sorted. Message me later if you want to or have the time. M x

Locking the screen and putting it back in her bag, Melissa started the engine, and pulled off the drive and headed towards the office.