Three little words

The look on Melody’s face is threatening to break your heart, and before you know it you’re leaning in closer to her, one of your arms coming out so you can place your hand on her cheek.

Seemingly startled by what you’ve just done, Melody tries to pull away at first, but you don’t let her, using just enough of your strength to keep her in place but not enough to hurt her, and she soon ends her weak attempts to escape your grasp and instead looks at you in a funny way while you use your fingers to gently stroke her cheek.

“I love you,” the hairs on your arms stand up and there’s this sudden pressure in your chest that makes you want to scream out loud with joy as you hear the sound of your own voice telling Melody what you’ve kept hidden from her and everyone else for so long.

“I love you,” you say again, this time putting more volume into your voice so that it’s actually more than just a weak whisper.

“Jack… you don’t have to…” Melody protests as she breaks away from your gaze, but you note that her eyes are clearer and her expression is no longer one of despair, her facial muscles twitching as though she doesn’t know whether to smile or cry.

Swallowing hard, you muster up some courage and quickly bring your mouth closer to Melody’s, slowing down just in time to avoid headbutting her, which is a good thing as you’re already nervous enough without accidentally causing her bodily harm, and place your lips against hers.

It’s the first proper kiss that the two of you have ever shared, and pretty much every fibre of your being is screaming at you to put everything you’ve got into it, but you ignore that urge and instead break the kiss off after just a few seconds, fearing that you’re moving way too quick for Melody to be comfortable with it.

As the kiss ends, Melody places one hand on your neck, and now it’s her turn to keep you from pulling away, the two of you sitting in the couch with your foreheads put together with neither of you coming up with anything to say for the next couple of seconds.

“I love you,” you say again, hoping that if you say it enough times, Melody will finally get it that you actually do mean it. While you say it, you bring one of your hands back up and start to gently rub the outside of it against the part of her cheek that’s right next to her mouth, loving the feel of her soft skin against your fingers.

This time around, Melody reacts to your words by closing her eyes and relaxing her face into a dreamy smile as her other hand comes up to grab your wrist and she moves her head so that she can plant a soft kiss on the lowest knuckle of your middle finger, producing a low smacking noise when her lips let go off your it.

It’s weird, you think, how you can feel so calm even as your mind is racing and you find it impossible to come up with anything to say or do.

“Really?” Melody finally breaks the silence.

“Uh-huh,” you respond, and are rewarded for it by her sending her head forwards to plant a kiss on your lips, the feel of her velvety lips against yours being enough to make you suck in as much air as possible through your nose and have you perform a strange little bucking motion with your hips.

There is no brevity about the kiss in which the two of you are now engaged, and although it is Melody who’s the first to use any tongue in it, you’re the one who step things up a notch by placing one hand on her back, right at the edge of the blanket that’s still wrapped around her, and one on her thigh, with your fingers soon fondling it through the blanket while the two of you cooperate to steadily increase the intensity of your kiss.

Before long, Melody is pushing you back until you’re lying on the couch with her on top of you, with your legs spread around her and your hands still caressing her back and thigh as your shared kiss continues on, with only a brief interruption now and then to allow the both of you to take some much-needed breaths of fresh air before carrying on.

As she placed herself on top of you, the blanket which Melody has had wrapped around her body became undone, and although it’s still covering her, there’s now a small gap in it.

Grabbing hold of the blanket, you tug at it gently until it slides off Melody and lands on the floor. Due to the fact that the two of you are kissing, you have no way of telling whether she wearing a bra or not, but you venture to find that out by running your right hand down her side while your left one remains placed against the base of her neck.

Your hand continues to slide down the soft skin of her side, along her ribs and her perfectly rounded waist, over her hip and onto her thigh without your fingers encountering any clothing whatsoever.

You and the woman you love are kissing while she’s straddling you, naked.