Desperate times call for unexpected loves (Melisha Tweedy x FemOC)

Chapter 15: The flying rooster

Suddenly I found myself in a spiral of uncontrolled kisses, of hands that roamed over my body. I was lying on the couch and Melisha towered over me. I didn't think, I just acted. It didn't matter that we had argued just half an hour ago, her kisses felt as strong as always.

It was true that I didn't want to think about the things we had said, about that fear that still resided inside my heart. I remember Daisy telling me that people acted aggressively when they were scared. Could that be what was happening to Melisha? Was she frustrated and that's why she behaved like that? Did what we were experiencing really have an expiration date?

There were too many questions and no time to think about them. Her caresses overwhelmed me, her kisses left me breathless and I didn't want to stop. If that was the time we had, I would have to take advantage of it, but how exactly?

We hadn't gone beyond the more or less subtle kisses, but our accelerated breathing was different that time, it was much more similar to our first kiss, to that feeling of Melisha being unable to control herself. I wondered what came next. The answer was obvious and that gave me a chill.

I, lying with that woman on top, asked myself over and over again where those kisses were going, those hands that were going down my chest. I guess I was too innocent to realize what that meant at first.

Her skillful hands found the buttons on my dress, undoing them one by one. I began to get distracted, to get too nervous. She kissed my neck, her hips were over mine in a strange, messy dance.

Images of my past life came to my head: Horrible male hands running up my leg, a tight grip on my arms so I wouldn't move.

It had nothing to do with that. She was not Hugh, her hands were not aggressive, they were soft, delicate. I forgot about the kisses, I ignored all the new sensations that ran through my body. I had realized that this moment had come by chance, and that I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue.

"Wait..." I whispered. She stopped just as the last button was about to disappear. She looked at me curiously, breathing heavily.

"Mm?" She murmured, moving away a little and studying my gaze.

I sat up nervously, trying to control the incipient gasps that my body was asking of me. I felt ashamed of it, but I also felt a mixture of completely different, contradictory feelings.

"I, I'm sorry..." I apologized with blushing cheeks. "I, I don't know if I can do it."

Melisha climbed off me, sitting back down with an annoyed sigh. I felt strange after that. Surely that was just what she wanted to do and I just couldn't.

"Do what?" She asked with an ironic tone and a smile that made me tremble.

"Oh, please, you know what I mean..." I said, my face getting redder and redder. She laughed again, amused by my embarrassment.

"I have no idea, brat," she whispered, amused, leaning towards me again, kissing me again.

With a gentle but determined push, I pushed her away again, glaring at her.

"Come on, can you be nice for once?"

She laughed, but obeyed, moving away again. I sat down to avoid another assault. I had to say a lot of things and I didn't know how to do it. I was a silly girl, a strange girl in that world, one girl who preferred to wait to be sure. It wasn't just that I didn't even know what it was like to make love to a woman. I didn't know anything and the closest memories I had were not exactly pleasant. It would have been much easier to tell her that instead of rambling on as always.