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Authors: Sarah P. Lodge

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It’s too much.

The wave crashes and the orgasm takes me, wide and full and
blinding.  The world fades to nothing - nothing but that explosion of pure
pleasure shaking through my body, over and over.  I scream, I think.  There’s
no sound, just my open mouth, and shivering body, rushes of pure ecstasy
thundering through my sex and out into my belly and my thighs and my chest and
my calves and my breasts and my feet and my arms and my head and my fingers and
my hair.

I catch my breath, the scent of Chase’s musk in my nostrils,
his naked body pressed against mine and our joint sweat thick in the air.  I
open my eyes, shivering as the world slowly fades back into view.

Chase lies on top of me, holding me.  Protecting me.

Why was I so afraid of that?  It seems so insane to think it
- I ran and I ran from the greatest pleasure someone could ever experience,
because I was so scared and lonely and insecure.

But no more.  Chase has freed me.  I’m no longer a little
girl.

I’m a woman.  A real woman.  Finally.

The sheer sense of relief washes over me, and it’s enough. 
It’s all I’ve ever asked for.

“Did it hurt?” asks Chase.

I look up at the sound of his voice.  He stares at me,
questioning and regret in his large dark eyes.  Was he not happy at all?

“No,” I say.  “Not at all.”

“Liar.”

I bite my lip.  How does he do that?  How does he always
know what I’m thinking?

“At first,” I say.  “Then... wow.”

His look changes all of a sudden, no longer regretful and
cautious, but now satiated with the hint of a smile.

He kisses me gently on the forehead and I instinctively cup
his cheek with my hand.

Chase looks at me quizzically.

“You always do it to me,” I say.  “I wanted to see how it
felt.”

He leans in and kisses me passionately on the lips.  But
it’s more than any other kiss we shared - there’s passion and desire and want,
like every time before, but there’s a sense of something else, something deep
and caring.

There’s a sense of tenderness.

I feel so different.  How this man, this incredible man can
care for me, it rocks me to the very foundations.  I knew he wanted me - he
couldn’t have made it any clearer - but part of me denied and obfuscated the
truth, unable to believe I was what he wanted - this scared little girl that
had everyone’s pity.

But not anymore.  That girl is gone.  He’s given me this
gift - this wonderful gift of rebirth and I finally feel like not only a woman,
but the woman I’m meant to be.

The real me.

I pull his face up and roll our bodies so he’s on his back.

His eyes widen in surprise.

I kiss him again, now on top, then lift my body up so I’m
straddling him.

“Melody?” he says with a wicked smile.

“We’re not over yet,” I say.  “The deal was for one night. 
And I don’t see daylight coming any time soon.”

“Well, look at you.  Haven’t you come far.”

I smile wickedly back at him.  “Not far enough.”

He strokes my thigh tenderly with his palm.  “And you would
know what to do, I take it?  On top of me?”

There’s a sudden pang in my gut.

He’s right.  I may not be a virgin anymore, but I don’t know
what the hell I’m doing.  What if I did something wrong?  What if I don’t give
him the same immeasurable pleasure he’s given me?  I’d look like a fool.

No, there’s no way that can happen.  Not now, not with this
new me.

I take his other hand and bring it up to my cheek. 
Instinctively, he cups it, and I stare down and deep into his eyes.

“Teach me.”

CHAPTER FIVE

––––––––

Chase

––––––––

T
he way that girl makes me feel.

Fuck.

I’ve never known sex like it.  Melody’s innocence and young
passion sends my mind into a blur.

I’ve never wanted someone more.  Even after having her, I
find it impossible to keep my hands away.  She was barely more than a girl
until tonight - a map of untouched skin and silenced desire.

But no more.

Now, she is a woman.  A beautiful young and vibrant woman. 
And I’m responsible for that - I’m the one that took her hand and brought her
into adulthood, our bodies writhing naked and sweaty in the darkness.  How I
taught her how to buck with a steady rhythm and to ride my body with such
reckless fire.  To look into my eyes as she mounted me, taking every inch into
herself, and making me her own.

I feel so honoured to be her first true lover, and it’s a
memory I’ll cherish until the day I stop breathing.

But it didn’t just stop there.  We had only finished her
first time, but the night had only just begun.

We made love in the shower, sweat filled and still burning
with desire for each other.  The hot water hit our naked bodies as I took her
against the marble walls, the musk of our bodies billowing into the air and
filling it with the taste of pure lust.

And on it continued: in my library against the bookcase; in
my study against the silky leather of my chair; the soft carpet of the guest
bedroom.

But best of all was when we thought we were done.  Melody
and I prepared some sandwiches for a snack, chopping cucumber and carrots in
time as we hummed both parts of Heart and Soul together, laughing and smiling
and giddy in each other’s company.  And then we laid the table and began to sit
down.  But I caught sight of Melody’s pink areola, peaking out of the
unbuttoned side of an oversized linen shirt of mine she was wearing.  It stirs
me deep down, the memories of the last six hours flooding back.

Blindly, I threw one arm across the table and chucked the
food on to the floor.  Melody squeaked in surprise, as I grabbed her in my arms
and threw her on to the table.  And there we made love again and again.

And every time we did, Melody got better and better.  She
took everything I knew and turned it on its head, until she was improvising on
her own.  The student had become the master.

I’ve never felt anything like it.

After finishing our six... seventh...

I’ve lost count how many times we’ve fucked, but when we’re
done with the most recent love making, we sit down to enjoy some of the
sandwiches leftover from the kitchen.

“At least these ones don’t have our footprints on them,”
says Melody.  She takes a large bite of the tuna sandwich.

“Another moment like before, and they’ll have more than
footprints.”

She beams at me.

I take a sip of my freshly squeezed orange juice, the
morning light flooding the room in a bright warm haze.

“What’s in that one again?” she says, looking at my sandwich
triangle.

I go to feed it to her and she laughs, before taking a bite.

“Good?” I say.

“Good,” she says with a muffled mouthful of egg and
watercress.

I’m struck again by how carefree she is.  No other girl I’ve
had as ever enjoyed the breakfast meal together - not as I have.  She loves
food and she doesn’t care who knows it, not like some of those vacuous
sycophants I’ve bedded before.

She’s so real and true, and all I can think about is how I
want to spend every minute with her; touching that curvy body and that milk
white skin.  To bite it and taste it and smell it.

But not just her body.  There’s something else at work here
- a desire for more than carnal thrills.  The way she makes me feel...

It’s like I am awake for the first time.

After all these years, all those women I’ve bedded, all the
businesses I’ve built up, money I’ve made and enemies I’ve vanquished; they’ve
meant nothing for so long - just empty ventures to pass the time.

I wandered through this world like a zombie, feeling
nothing.

Until now.

Melody demands nothing from me, and she would never lie to
me or even hurt me.  She’s so honest and open and free, much like I was at her
age, before the world and time changed me.  Before Sylvia.

I must not think of her.  Melody is here with me now, and
she genuinely likes me.  Not for my money or my power or my connections, but
for
me
.

And that’s something I cannot give up.  Not now, not since I
finally realised what I am missing.

It may be selfish and naive, but I don’t care.  I must have
more than this one nightstand.

She smiles at me with that perky smile she always has, and
my heart melts.  Her eyes are so trusting and warm, set into that beautiful
face, with those red pert lips that beg me to kiss them again.

She glances at me silently, and I’m lost in her gaze. 
There’s nothing else I need in this world except her.

But that’s ludicrous.  I cannot let myself feel this way.

It’s wrong to keep her for myself.

So why do I feel so conflicted?

“Chase?”

I break from my daze.  “Hmm?”

“The way you’re looking at me - is something wrong?”

I reach out and cup her cheek in my hand and she falls into
it instinctively.  Less than a day together, and we already have our own coded
affections.

I stroke down to the nape of her neck, my fingers lightly
dancing over the swell of her ample breasts under the shirt.

She lets out a short gasp and bites her lip.

And I kiss her again.  Her silky sweet lips caress my own,
sweeping us into another passionate frenzy.  Everything about her screams for
me to take her, to want her and have her.

I can’t give her up.  Not now - not when I feel this way.

I stand up, grabbing her in my arms.  I push her against the
wall and kiss her ear.

She writhes beneath my touch, and my fingers find the
buttons on her shirt.  I undo them one by one, until the shirt drops to the
floor, exposing that perfect naked body to me.

Her head leans back and I kiss her neck, my fingers all over
her body, and before I know it - her fingers untie the sash of my robe and it
drops to the floor.

And then we’re on the priceless Persian rug and I’m inside
her and our naked bodies undulate against each other in the fit of lovemaking.

And that is how we spend the rest of the day; making love in
every room in my penthouse, against every surface and in every position
imaginable.  And each time, it ends the same way; we’re in each other’s arm,
embraced in the silent haze of blissful calm that always follows.  Together.

***

I
t is five o’clock in the morning when I wake in my master
bed.  Melody is beside me, sleeping like an angel with a trickster’s grin a
mile wide across her lips.

I’m so exhausted - we fucked so many times, I’ve completely
lost count.  But it was like I had no choice - every time I had her, the
longing and desire to have her again coiled up in me more and more.  Every time
I thought it would be the last, but it never was.

Until now.

Our weekend together is over.  I kiss her on the cheek and
she stirs.


Mmmmm...

She’s fast asleep, but her mouth opens like she’s about to
whisper.


Mmmm.... Chase...
.”

My name.

My heart skips a beat, and a feeling of warmth fills my
chest.  But almost instantly, it’s replaced with a deep pang of regret and
guilt.

She’s falling in love with me.

Damn it.  I knew this would happen.  I knew bedding a virgin
and expecting her to separate love from sex was impossible.  It’s always the
same - every virgin is naive and innocent and consumed with a desire to be
wanted.

And Melody deserves to be wanted.  She’s a remarkable woman;
so vibrant and interesting and warm.  She deserves someone who can give her the
love which
she
deserves.  Someone not broken and wrong and empty. 
Someone actually capable of love.

She deserves someone better than me.

I stare at her naked body with a faint sense of longing for
something I can never have, and the desire to have her again fills me.

Frustrated, I wipe the sweat from my brow and turn to sit on
the bed.

The icy breeze of the September morning brushes against my
naked body and I shiver.

Through the window, I see the first rays of sunlight beaming
across the skyline and bouncing across the waters of the Hudson like gold
bullion floating to the surface.

What the hell am I doing?

And why the hell is it making me feel so damn old?  I’m only
twenty-nine, for God’s sake, but compared to her I might as well be a corpse. 
Maybe that’s why I desire her so much - because she reminds me of me before
life got in the way.  Maybe through her I’d be able to experience life like
that again - so bright and beautiful and warm.

Or maybe I’d damn her; I’d take her into those dark soulless
pits where I belong, and she’d be consumed and turned inside out until there
was nothing left but a husk.

“Chase?”

I turn my head to the sound of her voice and see her large
eyes staring back at me.

“What is it?” she says.  “Is something wrong?”

I shake my head.  “Nothing is wrong, my princess.”

“You say that, but you’ve got that look.  That
something-is-up-and-I-don’t-like-it look.”

“It’s not important.”

She swallows and darts her eyes down to her chest.  “It’s
me, isn’t it?”

“What?  No.  Of course not.”

“You regret this, don’t you?  All these things we’ve done?”

I brush my hand in the air.  “No.  Melody, please.  You
don’t have to worry.”

“Then it’s Mercedes, isn’t it?  You’re thinking about her.”

A pang fills my gut.

I don’t want to think of Mercedes.  Not now.  Not in the
company of this vibrant beauty.

“Please, Chase.  Tell me,” she says, her eyes wide and so
full I could swim in them.

“It’s just a business deal, I’ve got on my mind.  The
factory I’m buying out in Taiwan, I’m worried the deal will be screwed if the
owner discovers the truth-”

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