Page 11 of His Favorite Melody

“Okay.”

“I want to make sure you understand me one-hundred percent so we don’t have any more miscommunications or doubts.”

I nod.

“Once we do this, once you let me have you, that’s it. We’re stuck together for life. I’m an all-in kind of guy, and Mel, I’ve been all in with you from day one.”

I guess Hollywood didn’t lie after all. “I understand and I want that very much.”

“Excellent. Get naked and get on the bed.”

“Bossy,” I say.

But I still follow his instructions, shimmying out of my PJ shorts and panties and toss them, but he catches them. He lets the shorts fall to the floor, then he’s bringing my simple cotton panties to his nose and inhaling.

“W-w-why is that so hot?”

“Because we’ve wanted each other for so long and we fucking belong together.”

Once I’m naked, I crawl up on the bed and lay down completely exposed to him. I’m not hiding one curve, one dimple, one lump or pooch or roll or anything. I believe Hayes, he wants me. Just the way I am.

I lean up on my elbows and watch him as he does that man thing–pulling off his shirt by reaching behind his neck. Up and over it goes, and then holy juice boxes, he’s shirtless.

And gorgeous.

Which, of course, I knew he would be. But the muscular torso he just revealed is any woman’s fantasy. I’m trying to decide which I like best, the chest hair that tapers into a thin line that points downward, or the neat little boxes of his ab muscles, but then he unbuttons his jeans. He hisses when he lowers his zipper, then kicks off the offending fabric.

His tight boxer briefs highlight the size of his tree trunk-sized thighs. Yet they do nothing to hide his hard length.

“You keep looking at me like that and this is going to be over a lot faster than I’d like,” he says. He reaches into his boxers and grips his dick. “Spread those creamy thighs, beautiful. Let me look at you.”

His boxers come all the way off and then he’s gloriously naked in front of me, fisting his erection.

“Now spread those legs like a good girl and let me see what’s mine.”

His dirty mouth and bossy words are working overtime on my arousal. I’m pretty sure I’m leaking on the bed at this point. But I do what I'm told and spread my thighs.

“So pretty and pink. And you’re glistening with need for me.” He comes closer to the bed, that hand of his casually jacking his dick.

This is a side of Hayes I’ve never seen before, but the abandon with which he wants me loosens any remaining inhibitions. I open my arms to him too, and he braces one knee on the bed.

“I want to lick you. Taste you as you come on my tongue.”

“That sounds amazing. But I want you right now. Here with me, eye to eye, as you make love to me for the first time.”

His smile is tender and so full of love my heart nearly bursts. Then he climbs on top of me, his hips notching between my thighs.

“I meant what I said. You’re it. I’m so wildly in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you too.” I lift my legs, wrapping them around the lower half of his body. The heavy weight of his dick presses against my folds. “Please, I need you inside of me.”

“Fuck, beautiful girl, you undo me.” He positions himself at my entrance and then surges all the way into the hilt.

We both moan at the connection.

His eyes lock with mine. I wrap my arms around his back.

Then he starts to move.