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

Chapter 16: Hers

Confused, but silent, Melisha let herself go, letting my hand guide her to the top of the stairs.

With a stealthy, barely perceptible step, I opened the door of my room, dragging the woman, who seemed to be having fun, as usual.

I closed the door as soon as I was inside, leaning on it. Melisha looked at me curiously, turning on the small light on my table. The creak of wood was soft, accompanied by nervous breathing.

"What are you doing there?" She asked me in a low voice, enjoying my indecision. "Come here."

I fixed my eyes on hers, walking slowly towards the bed. As soon as I was within reach of her, she did not hesitate to grab my waist, pulling me into a passionate kiss, recovering the heat from a while ago, not wanting to start from scratch.

But that was not what I intended going up to my room. Putting my hands on her chest, I pushed her away. She looked at me confused.

"Wait, Melisha..." I said softly, looking at my hands, trying not to look at her face.

"Emily, if you're not sure, the best thing to do is..." She said, unable to finish the sentence, as my fingers went to her mouth again.

"Shut up for a moment..." I said tiredly, trying to be careful with the volume of my voice. "It's just... I want... I want to do it my way." She raised an eyebrow, looking at me with interest.

"Your way? What does that mean?" She asked curiously.

I didn't respond immediately. I pushed her shoulders until Melisha sat down on the small bed, looking at me expectantly. She didn't resist, that was a good sign.

"I want to be yours, I really do. But I want to do it by myself, I want, I want to go at my own pace," I said stuttering. She looked at me perplexed, but, after a quick blink, she nodded.

"Fine..." She sighed, reaching out her hand to take mine gently, caressing it.

I bent down to give her a quick kiss, one that miraculously she didn't want to deepen. I felt great relief when I felt in control of my actions, but also I felt a nervous current that ran through my entire body.

I stood still for a few seconds, not really knowing where to start. I knew that I had asked for it, that she was in my bed because I told her so. She didn't force me. She didn't demand it from me. She wanted me, but she would be able to wait until I was ready. I didn't need to remember the stupid Hugh. I knew he wouldn't mean anything to me, never more.

She looked at me expectantly, waiting for something that was taking too long to arrive. But she didn't seem half as worried as I was. In fact, she was amused to see me in that situation. I pursed my lips and looked at the floor, reaching with my trembling hands for the buttons of my dress, undoing them one by one.

I could barely do it. My whole body was moving nervously. I couldn't even grab the buttons. I didn't want to look at her. She would surely have a wide smile on her face.

"Do you need help?" She asked, just in the tone of voice I was expecting. I sighed, letting my arms fall and bringing them to my hips.

"Shut up or I won't continue..." I threatened with the little dignity I had left. She laughed again, shaking her head.

I took another breath, finishing with the buttons, letting the breeze slip over the small exposed parts of my body. I looked around confused, embarrassed but determined. I directed my eyes to hers. Her gaze was no longer mocking, but curious, with a different, loving smile. Could it be that she felt some empathy for once? It was hard to tell, anyone would take pity on that quivering mess.