Page 61 of Pieces of Us
Melonie is standing in the middle of her bathroom, legs spread wide, and from what I can tell, her fingers still inside her. I caught her getting herself off. It’s like I walked in on my personal fantasy playing out right in front of me. Blood instantly rushes south, and in seconds, I’m hard. My breathing picks up, not only from the sight in front of me, but I was genuinely worried something was wrong.
I had left to walk to the bar where I’m meeting the guys and realized I forgot to put my gym clothes in the dryer. I figured it would be easier to run back up to the apartment and throw them in the dryer than to try to remember to do it when I got home.
When I walked into the apartment, it was quiet. I figured Mel was in the bath. Then I heard what sounded like muffled sounds of pain. Her bedroom door was open, so I went to the bathroom door. Still hearing the sound, I knocked on the door with no response. Then, after a few seconds, I heard her say my name, so I figured she was telling me to come in. What if she had slipped or wasn’t well?
But no, she is fine. Better than fine. Fucking exquisite as she leans against the vanity, completely naked. I’m frozen in place as my eyes roam down her body. Her tits are bigger now and so perky that they almost look fake. There’s a beautiful pink flush creeping across her chest. Her bottom lip is the perfect shade of red, probably from biting it, if I had to guess.
Then I see her little baby bump. I hadn’t noticed it before, since she’s been wearing less form-fitting clothes lately. And fuck if that doesn’t turn me on. I wonder if I might have a breeding kink or something, because God, I want to get her pregnant again ten times over right now.
Her hands move in a sad attempt at covering her naked body. “What are you doing?”
I run my hand through my hair. “I thought something was wrong. I heard you say my name.” I reach down to her phone by my feet and pick it up, pausing the audio. “I hate to pause it. Sounds like they were just getting going.” I smile wide as her cheeks turn bright red.
“Oh my god.” Her eyes squeeze shut.
“I knew your books were dirty, but—” I whistle and shake my head.
She snatches her phone from my hand. “How embarrassing.”
“Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Don’t be embarrassed? You’ve caught me in a very embarrassing situation.” She reaches for a towel.
“Don’t cover yourself, Melonie. Don’t stop.”
“What?”
“Please, Melonie. You were close.” I lean against the doorway. “You can go right back to what you were doing. I don’t mind.”
“You’re insane.”
“What if I just want to watch?”
She eyes me with apprehension. “You want to watch me?”
I drop the volume of my voice. “More than anything.”
“I don’t know—”
“Mel, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
She pauses. “So, you’ll just watch?”
“Just watch.”
“You’ll miss the start of the game.” She slowly circles her clit while looking me straight in the eye, like she’s challenging me. I’m having trouble believing this is real. It has to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life.
“There are more important things than baseball at the moment.”
I see the split second of hesitation in her eyes. It takes a few moments for her face to change, for the haze to return to her eyes.
“Can you talk me through it?”
She’s covering her breasts with her arm, not remembering that her pussy is still bare for me to see. I take a cautious step toward her, stopping in front of the mirror.
“Come here, Mel. Face the mirror, hands on the counter.”
She slowly moves toward the vanity, placing her hands on the counter as I requested, and looks down. I step behind her, leaving just a few inches between my dick and her bare ass.
