Page 38 of Defended
Chapter 13
It didn't take much coaxing to convince Melody to come home with him, although she did beg that he hold off on the rest of the orgasms he owed her. She couldn’t take any more.
Kawan was genuinely a bit worried about her state of being after the scene. She was almost like a pliable doll during aftercare, smiling and blinking but barely responding verbally to anything. She didn't even flinch when he removed the plug. She fell asleep while he was holding her, allowing him to cuddle her to his heart's content.
And it was his heart that was involved. Already. It wasn't so much that he was falling in love already, but that he could see the potential there. From their conversations over the past week to how well their kinks were lining up, he was almost shocked at how well they fit together. Thinking about Alexander and Sienna, and Connor and Ella, he couldn't help but think that maybe there was something magical about Black Light, even when it wasn't Roulette night.
When they got back to his place, he carried her inside, stripped her down naked, and got her tucked into his bed. Watching her roll onto her side and hug one of his pillows, he couldn't help but smile. He'd been a little worried about sub drop after such an intense scene, but if she was having a drop, she was sleeping right through it.
After taking care of his usual nightly routine, and setting out a fresh toothbrush for Melody, pink of course, Kawan slid into bed beside her.
Immediately, she abandoned the pillow for his warmth, snuggling into his side like she belonged there.
He was starting to feel like she did.
* * *
"Melody.Baby girl. You need to wake up." The deep voice was soft. Gentle. So was the hand rubbing her shoulder. The combination slowly lifted her up out of sleep, bringing her back to her body.
Her deliciously, delightfully, sore body.
When she shifted, brushing her nipples against the sheet covering her, she could feel how sensitive they still were. Her bottom was also sore, inside and out. And her pussy... still tender, in such a wonderful way. The kind of ache that would remind her of fabulous sex for the rest of the day, every time she moved. Maybe even into tomorrow.
Smiling, she opened her eyes and looked up to see Kawan bending over her. That was definitely a nice sight to wake up to. Melody blinked, her brow furrowing as she realized she wasn't still dreaming.
"Where am I?"
The question received a chuckle. "My house, remember? I was worried about you driving yourself home last night."
"Oh yeah." She stretched and realized she was naked under the sheets. Feeling impish she looked up at him. Unlike her, he was fully dressed, in a fitted t-shirt and jeans. Before she could think of a way to ask if he was into morning sex, he was already speaking again.
"I was going to let you sleep longer, but your phone has been going off like crazy for the past few minutes.I've started breakfast too." He dropped a kiss on her lips and then pointed to the other side of the room. "I put some clothes out on the dresser for you and the bathroom is right through there. The pink toothbrush is yours."
One more kiss to her lips and then he straightened up. Melody already wanted to call him Daddy again. She couldn't think of anything hehadn'ttaken care of. Except...
"Where's my phone?" she asked as he walked to the door.
"Down in the living room in your purse," he said, giving her a wink before closing the door.
Melody wondered if she should be mad that he'd left the phone downstairs instead of bringing it up with him. Of course, he would have had to go through her purse to do so. She decided that she liked him respecting her personal items. Better that he leave the phone alone rather than going through her stuff. As attracted as she was to him, as much as she really liked him, they'd really only known each other for a couple weeks now and had actually been talking for less than that.
Sighing with regret at having to get up, she sat up and stretched, taking the time to look around the room.
Nottheroom, she quickly realized,hisroom.
The furniture was mostly made from light wood and all of the colors were earth tones. Lots of beige and tan, although there was a painting hanging over the headboard that showed an ocean scene. Lots of blue there. The comforter on the bed was a dark brown with stripes of tan across the lower half of it and the sheets she was lying on were cream rather than white.
The room was also cleaner than any room Melody had ever lived in. Getting up, she looked around and saw that everything was neatly in its place. Even the surface of his dresser was clean, other than the clothes he'd folded neatly on top of it for her and a leather catch-all which currently held two quarters and a penny. She tried to remember when was the last time she'd seen the top of her dresser.
It had been a while.
But she had to be so meticulously clean in the lab, she kind of liked having some mess when she came home. She could totally be this clean if she wanted to.
Probably.
Picking up the clothes Kawan had left out for her, she couldn't help but grin. The man was risking a hoodie on her? Immediately she yanked it over her head. Maybe he thought she wouldn't want it because it said Harvard in huge letters across the chest, but if so, he was underestimating the allure of a man's hoodie. She had no problem wearing the name of another university.
It was soft and warm inside, the fleece silky against her skin, and Melody sighed with happiness, snuggling in. The only thing wrong with it was that it didn't smell like him. He must not have worn it since the last time it was washed.
