Chapter 4: The one with the morning after.
Isaac couldn't sleep a wink. Alright that may be an exaggeration but it wasn't far from the truth either. He had spent the next two hours after returning to his room, on his bed, listening to Melissa's pulse and breaths till they had evened out and calmed down when exhaustion and sleep took control and pulled her under. Isaac had gone to take a shower then. He hadn't wanted to disturb the woman so he managed to go about it as quietly as he could have till finally, he settled in bed, feeling fresh from the aroma of the shower gel although his cock still hummed with an emotion that could only be classified as desire. Pure and intense desire.
Shameless desire. And fuck yes, he didn't like his bed anymore. He wanted to spend the night with Melissa, stroking her to orgasm after orgasm, fucking her at will, hearing her beg for him; For him to stop, then not stop, then to go faster and harder and yes, begging for him to use all her holes and shoot his load deep into her. Oh yes, he wanted that more than anything.
But of course, if wishes were horses, beggars would be riders. He fell asleep sometime after he had taken his bath, lulled to sleep by her relaxed breaths and he had slept better than he had, in ages. Perhaps it was the sex, or the woman, or the absolutely abominable nature of their union, or all three combined but fuck it felt good.
It was the first thing he thought of when he woke up sometime the next morning and heard Melissa somewhere downstairs. Three guesses that she was in the kitchen whipping something up and preparing her "It was wrong" speech. He wasn't going to have any of that from her. At least that's what Isaac decided as he walked to the bathroom he shared with Scott at the end of the hallway to brush his teeth.
Melissa was going right out of her mind is what she was doing. When she woke up that morning, she had wanted to believe all that happened last night was a dream and she could have succeeded too except that abstaining from sex for a decade makes your pussy virgin tight, no matter how old you are and when something large, thick and long, is stuffed inside something that tight, there's meant to be some evidence left.
And yes, she may have washed the cum out of her but her pussy was pulsing in ways she never thought possible and the more she tried not to think about it, the more she hummed from down below. She found herself inadvertently stifling several moans since she woke up. Dear lord she felt like she was going to have an orgasm just from the aftershocks in her body.
A part of her wanted to flee the house but she couldn't quite bring herself to do that, and no she didn't stay because she was expecting another bout of sex from a very fit and gorgeous seventeen-year-old werewolf with curly blond hair. No. She stayed because taking the coward's way out was never really her way of operating and she wanted to once and for all just clear the air and settle all matters pertaining to the matter.
She sighed, rearranging the grapes on the toast she had made. She usually ate it that way. Instead of getting jam, she preferred to put the actual fruits on the bread. Some days, it was strawberries and others it was grapes or slices of apples or pineapples or basically whatever fruit she was in the mood for. Lazily and absentmindedly, she stashed a whole bunch of grapes on the toast then plucked one off and put it into her mouth.
Isaac doubted that Melissa heard him coming down the stairs because nothing changed. Her anxiety level was already at a high but didn't get any higher and her heartbeats were just as they had been when he woke up. He stopped in the doorway of the kitchen to watch her back. It has been a long while since he saw her like this. Relaxed and basically without plans of going to the hospital.
The stupid part of his brain wished she had been naked and sprawled out downstairs waiting for him to come and devour her but right now, how she looked wasn't bad either. She was in a flannel long sleeved shirt that was several sizes bigger than her so the fabric was bunched up at the elbows in an attempt to keep it from interfering with what she was doing. The shirt stopped somewhere mid-thigh but from the cut sides, he could see what he guessed was her pajama shorts.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he steeled himself and strode into the kitchen with purposeful strides. He was behind her in just four strides and without waiting for an invitation, he snuck his arms around her from behind, smiling to himself when she literally jumped in his arms. "Penny for your thoughts" He whispered easily, leaning down to place his chin on her shoulder.
"Isaac. . ." Her voice came out as a whisper. She hadn't intended for it to come out that way and she felt betrayed by her own voice.
"Did you sleep well?" Isaac asked before Melissa could say anything more. He could tell by the way she was smelling in that moment that she wasn't going to tell him "Please let's fuck again" but rather the opposite.
"About last night. . ." She started to say instead of answering his question.
Teasingly, and taking a bold step, Isaac pressed a kiss to the side of her neck then smiled when he felt her pulse rate rise rapidly under his lips. "You didn't answer my question, Melissa."
Her body was threatening to betray her because that hum, the one she woke up with, was all over her body now and she was holding her breath because she was afraid Isaac would weaken her resolve and make her fold under his attentions. Isaac was temptation personified and the way he said that; calmly yet authoritatively, was just too much for her. Suddenly she heard a song resounding in her ears. A sound that freakishly detailed exactly how she was feeling in that moment:
"It started out as a feeling Which then grew into a hum Which then turned into a quiet song.
Which then turned into a quiet word.
And then that word grew louder and louder till t'was a battle cry.
I'll come back, when you call me."
That ending terrified her immensely because there she was, standing in Isaac's arms with the firm knowledge that if she was firm with him just one time, he would back off forever and yet she couldn't quite bring herself to do it. "Isaac. . ." She tried again, hating her voice more and more. At this rate, she feared she would be the one to pounce on him so while a part of her wanted him to let go off her, the other really gone part of her pleaded with him to just devour her quickly before she does. That way she still has an excuse and a little bit of dignity. ". . .We can't . . . Last night was. . ."
"I just wanna hold you, Melissa. I really just feel like holding you." Isaac whispered against her skin. Part of that was a lie but then technically, sex included some sort of holding activity too so it wasn't a complete lie. He swayed slowly behind her, hands travelling low on her sides till they found the hem of her extra-large shirt then slipped under them.
Melissa held her breath as Isaac's hands roamed her body, her palms braced against the counter and eyes fixed unseeingly on the plate before her on the counter that was filled with toast and grapes. She stifled a hiss when his palms connected with her bare skin under her shirt and without much control left she leaned her head back, settling it on his shoulder as a final attempt at resistance rose through her throat. "Isaac. . ."
He smiled softly, pressing another kiss to that one large pulse point in her neck that kept thumping like it was being strummed then whispered. "I'm still just holding you, babe." But of course, that wasn't it. His palms trailed upwards on her fit body, stopping tantalizingly under her breasts then going back down again, teasing the waist band of her pajama shorts.
Melissa's nipples were as hard as rocks and she was so soaked down there, she didn't need to touch to know. She knew her body and it seems Isaac did too because with every touch of his able hands on her body, she felt closer and closer to giving in. At this rate, even if they ended up not having sex, she was certain she'd be masturbating several times today to ease the ache.
Isaac felt her start to tremble in his arms and knew just then she wasn't going to think about this anymore. Melissa was past the point of thinking and was settled comfortably in the feeling zone. Just as slowly, he pulled one hand out from under her shirt to lift one of hers up and place it around his head. She sighed, the sound evidence of nothing but pure lust.
Slowly, he cupped her breast though the fabric of her shirt and smiled against her skin when she successfully stifled a moan. She was definitely more determined than he thought but when he continued to fondle and massage her breast through the shirt while his other hand roamed her chest, she couldn't stifle a wanton moan and her fingers found their way into his soft baby curls to take a firm grip. Not at all how she would handle a baby's hair.
His lips started moving on her neck in earnest as his fingers started the combined process of unbuttoning her shirt till it was hanging open and there was evidence of her arousal right in the hardness and erectness of her nipples. Isaac's hands now went further down to push the flimsy shorts down till they were piled in a pool at her feet. Stepping back slightly, he flipped her around till she was facing him and was not even well settled when his lips captured hers in a hard kiss, claiming her in ways that she couldn't help but respond to. She was gone. She knew she was gone and her arms moved to grip his sides as his fingers tangled in her wild hair, tilting her head left and right to manipulate the kiss to his wishes. Melissa liked the feeling of being used that way by him more than she should and parted her lips when his tongue probed, giving him full access into her warm depths. Their tongues battled each other, not for dominance because yes oh yes, she wanted Isaac to dominate her.
His hands moved to her shoulders slowly the started to pull her shirt off. Slowly it joined the pool of her shorts on the floor and her fingers quickly went to work as she pulled the string in his grey sweatpants loose, hooked both palms at either side of his hips and guided the tender fabric down till it fell easily off his hips to the floor. Her hands found his cock easily because it was hard and throbbing and hanging prominently between their naked bodies. She stroked him slowly at first then firmly, squeezing hard enough to pull out premature precum from his hole and she smeared it over the head, her fingers playing with the ring under the head. Their kiss broke because they needed air. Isaac more than Melissa because of the attention she paid to his cock. His lips found her neck again though, nibbling and suckling, pressing soft bites to the pale skin till her hand movements on his dick faltered. It didn't change anything though because after the first flow of precum was forced out, it felt like a fucking dam broke and his cock started oozing wildly, serving as lubrication to make the jerking easier and with less uncomfortable friction.
Isaac knew when he was close enough to come so he stopped her hand movements then in one easy move that had her short of breath for a while, he lifted her up onto the cold countertop and pressed kisses down her body till his lips were hovering over her moist core. He lifted her left leg onto the counter, bent at the knee and guided away from her body so she was wide open for his scrutiny.
Her clean-shaven pussy was a sight to behold especially as her labia had pinkened further due to her arousal. Her juices were linking her labia together in a way that turned him on more than he imagined it would. It was his first time coming into vivid contact with a pussy like this and he wanted to savor the moment.
Tentatively, he licked, moaned and licked more firmly now till he wasn't just licking anymore but was full out eating her out like a hungry wolf devouring its prey. Oh yes, he liked this meal. Especially because her hips just kept jutting out and her fingers kept his face right there to her core even as his tongue slipped into her and his thumb found her clit to start stroking her in tune with his tongue's thrusting motions.
"Oh god. . ." she started slowly then her screams escalated as she got closer and closer to the end; "oh my. . . Fuck. . . Yes, eat that cunt oh my god I'm gonna cum... Oh, fuck yes, you're making me cum! I'm cumming!" she screamed out as her orgasm rocked though her body, her back arching beautifully off the counter, thighs squeezing Isaac's head further as if to keep him away although her fingers kept their firm hold in his hair to keep him close to her. Willingly.
He lapped hungrily at her juices, watched as some escaped him and trickled down to her asshole. Before he could help himself, his finger trailed downwards to her puckering hole to smear her orgasmic juices around, pulling back to watch as she clenched her muscles there then released them only to clench again. He got the message loud and clear and chuckled throatily and leaned in to lick a long and firm swipe along her crack before pulling away.
"I won't touch that. Not yet. Not today" He whispered as he stood up straight then pulled her roughly off the counter, flipped her around, bent her over and kicked her legs apart in a short period of time before plunging his hard, pulsating length deep inside her in one long thrust which caused her body to jerk forward on the cold surface.
A whimper escaped her at how full she felt and Isaac smiled cockily to himself as he pulled back then slammed into her once more. His thrusts were hard but slow-paced, driving Melissa wild as she felt herself reacting all over again. She didn't think she could survive another bout of that but it seemed she was about to find out.
Isaac waited, bidding his time till she was all prepped and ready then gripped her hips firmly and started ponding hard and fast into her. Slapping sounds filled the kitchen from their wild animalistic mating and this time, Melisa didn't hold back her moans and whimpers. She felt weakened at the knees and basically everywhere else and clenched her fists tightly as his hardened balls slapped her clit, stimulating her further till her inner muscles were clenching tighter around his cock, announcing another orgasm.
Isaac pushed a thumb into his mouth to slick it up then slowly rubbed her nub till it opened up and swallowed him slowly inside. It tipped her over the edge. She didn't understand why and she was beyond caring but Isaac's finger lodged deep inside her ass was the final straw that sent her spiraling into another orgasm, her breaths shallow and coming out in short hyperventilating gasps.
It was a sweet torture how her walls clenched around him, milking him and squeezing him tight till he lost all sense of control. Reaching for both of her arms, he used it to pull her upright into a half standing position before him, arm wrapping around her midsection as he pummeled into her sloppy pussy, chasing his own orgasm wildly and with wanton abandon, his free hand squeezing her tits as his lips found their way to her neck, whispering inaudibly against her skin till he went completely still behind her, his cock spasming inside her as he shot load after load into her, the multiple sensation giving her a very mini orgasm that had her knees bucking under her.
After what felt like hours later, he finally let go off her limp body then collapsed on top of her in a weak puddle.
His cock was still pulsing and she still couldn't think straight. -Not that she wanted to- After a while of staying in that position, he stirred slowly and started to press soft kisses along her shoulder blades. Melissa was too exhausted to even notice anything else beyond Isaac's warmth behind her.
Slowly, he pulled out of her, his thick cum leaking out of her as he did although she still didn't move. Slowly, he pulled her up and into a standing position then lifted her up effortlessly into his arms and up the stairs, not caring about his complete nude state.
Isaac placed her gently on the bed then leaned in to press a kiss to her lips which she replied lazily to. "I'm going to get you that breakfast in a while, okay?" He whispered, brushing her hair back.
"Mmhm. 'kay." Melissa mumbled just as tiredly and watched through heavily lidded eyes as the teen boy exited her room. Her breakfast came a few minutes later then she stayed in bed lazily with him till noon and yes, they ate all their meals in bed.
Later that night, they had another fuck section then two other times on Sunday. It was a great weekend for her and an impactful one for him.