Chapter 5

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Melanie woke, laying on her stomach, to finger tips lightly running up and down her spine. She turned her head to see Brian laying next to her. He smiled, brushing the hair out of her face with a finger.

"Have you been awake long?" she asked, studying him, taking in how handsome he really was.

"No," he replied, his voice deep and gravelly.

The sound of it gave her a chill. It was so damn sexy. She reached over and placed a hand on his chest. She could feel his heart beating gently. It was very soothing. She felt like she could fall back asleep but daylight was creeping in through the curtains.

"What time is it?" she asked, sitting up to look at the clock on the nightstand. It was nearly 10:00. Melanie was startled when a cat leapt onto the bed. Brian's face lit up and he held out a hand. Lily rubbed against it and purred loudly. "Someone has a new friend," she said, flashing him a smile.

"She's a beautiful cat. I could sit here all day just petting her. It relaxes me."

"Well, if that's how you want to spend your day..." she started to say.

He cut her off by suddenly leaning over and kissing her. It took her by surprise but she leaned in to it. He was such a good kisser. She pulled away, looking into his deep brown eyes.

"Are you hungry?"

"Now that you mention it, yeah, I am."

"I'll go whip up something. You stay here," she said, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Lily will keep you company." She grabbed the satin robe hanging on the closet door and headed for the kitchen.

A short while later she returned with a tray of food and 2 glasses of orange juice. Brian was laying on his back, Max sprawled across his chest and Lily curled up next to him. Both cats were purring and Brian appeared to be in heaven.

"Sorry to break up the party," Melanie said, placing the tray on the bed.

"That looks great," he said, moving Max from his chest and sitting up.

As they ate they talked about sports. She loved football, he loved soccer. They both enjoyed baseball but differed vastly on teams. He also liked hockey and she expressed a mild interest in that as well.

Once they had finished she sat the tray on the floor and turned to face him. "Do you have plans today?" she asked.

"No. We were supposed to be filming today but I put a stop to that." He laid back on the bed, wincing as he moved his leg.

"Let me get you something for the pain."

He opened his mouth to protest but she was back with a bottle of Advil before he had finished his sentence.

"Just take it," she said, handing him 2 tablets and a glass of water.

He leaned on an elbow and did as he was instructed. He handed her the glass and she placed it on the nightstand. As she turned back around he grabbed the belt of her robe and pulled her to him. She smiled at him as he slowly pulled one of the ties on the belt.

"What do you think you're doing Mr. Quinn?" she asked with a slight smile. He grinned at her.

"Getting reacquainted." The robe fell open revealing her breasts. He let out a sigh and reached up, pushing the robe off her shoulders. His hand fell to her right breast and he cupped it gently. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. "Come over here," he whispered.

She pulled the covers off of him and straddled his waist. His cock was already erect and she began to grind against it. He moaned with pleasure. She leaned down and kissed him, immediately slipping her tongue into his mouth. As she sat up she grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts, putting her hands on his. He gently squeezed and let out another moan.

She took one of her hands and guided him inside her. She let out a moan as he filled her up. It felt so good and he fit like a glove.

"You're so tight," he said breathily. "It feels so fucking good."

She smiled at him and reached up to run her hands through her own hair. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she began to ride him.

He watched her intently, his hands still cupped around her breasts. She was so hot. He loved her long brown hair, the softness of her skin, her curves and feel of her breasts. He hadn't been with a woman in months and he was sure it wasn't the reason, but he suddenly felt that he never wanted to leave her side. He wanted to feel her tight pussy wrapped around his cock every day for the rest of eternity. It felt so damn good.

He was taken out of his thoughts when she bent down to kiss him, again inserting her tongue and fighting for dominance. He reached up a hand and grabbed the back of her head, his fingers getting tangled in her hair, and pulled her as close as he possibly could. His other hand snaked around her waist. They were moving in unison, the pace speeding up as they both neared climax.

He moaned into her mouth as he felt himself going over the edge. His body gave a shiver and she slowed down her pace, knowing that he had finished. She pulled her mouth away from his and rested her forehead on his chest, both of them breathing heavy.

"Did you finish?" he asked her.

"No, but it's ok."

"No it's not," he whispered. "Lay on your back." She rolled over, not sure what to expect.

He leaned over, taking her right breast in his mouth. She let out a soft moan, putting her right hand on the back of his head, the other above her head.

She began to writhe and without warning he pulled her legs apart and inserted two fingers. She let out a gasp at the intrusion. He really knew what he was doing. She had never had a man make her feel this way before. As he quickly worked his fingers inside of her she squirmed. It didn't take long for her to yell out his name and come to climax. His fingers stopped moving as her body became still. He looked her in the eyes and gave her a smile before kissing her. It was soft and slow and lazy.

He pulled away and collapsed back onto the pillow. He pulled her next to him and she draped her leg over his and flung an arm around his chest. They both lay there, their breaths slowing, and within minutes they had both drifted back off to sleep.

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