Chapter 5
Melody
I thought about my future and I was lying to myself. Going to law school and taking the intern with the chief justice wasn’t my idea. My father had made a few phone calls on my behalf. He used his influence and I didn’t ask him to. I was actually considering taking a year off to backpack across Europe to find myself.
I made up my mind. I wasn’t going to let my father continue to be the helicopter parent. It was time to cut the strings and free this puppet. I actually found the idea of going to Greece and living with him appealing.
He was mumbling underneath his breath and somehow he had convinced himself not to go looking for me. I walked toward him, taking off my clothes and using a melody in my head to show him the moves that would’ve made a stripper envious.
“I can’t go to Greece.” I saw the look of disappointment in his eyes. “I can’t go to Greece without sampling the merchandise. We don’t even know if we are compatible in the bedroom. I want to see if you are capable of giving me what I want. It looks like you are ready.” I saw his manhood stretching from his clean-shaven groin.
We got down on our knees and touched each other. I was drunk, but it had nothing to do with liquor. I was rewinding the clock and I was giving myself permission to take him into my arms. We were both naked and nothing separated us.
I felt the first droplets of rain sizzling against my skin. He traced the first drop of rain down my cleavage and more followed with his fingers all working together to chase those droplets down over my heaving flesh. He was making me crazy and I bit his shoulder when he slipped two fingers into me.
He leaned me back against the ground cushioned by the sleeping bag. I heard the rustle of the slippery surface and his knees opened me to his hungry stare. His eyes traveled up and down my body paying particular attention to the juncture of my thighs.
I was exclusively at his mercy and I was in the right position for him to explore every little detail of my body. He opened me with his insistent thumbs. It was a big decision to devote my time to him, but I was going to have to make my position clear. He couldn’t expect me to be barefoot and pregnant fulfilling his every wish. His money and the power he exuded were inconsequential.
His tongue needled its way into me forcing my lips to spread in invitation. Surrendering to his oral expertise wasn’t hard. He got me going when he was wearing his clothes, but I liked it a whole lot better when he was wearing nothing at all. I was taking everything he had and going back for more.
“I think you enjoy getting your pussy fucked with my tongue. Your response is all the answer I need. I have two fingers inside of you. I want more than anything to give you the little soldier.” That part of him was saluting with a droplet of persuasion on the tip.
It was a heavy mist but it did nothing to cool down the heat we were making by rubbing against each other. I resolved to give him my body. I suspected this moment was going to seal the deal.
“There’s something in the way that you grind against me that attracts me to you. I feel that I can breathe for the first time. I wasn’t really living until you came into my life. Let me show you with more than words.” His passion was buried deep and I witnessed the instrument in his hands.
It was inspiring and I wasn’t going to rest until he had me in his grasp. I scratched his back and it only seemed to fortify him in his approach. He was delivering on a monumental scale of pleasure. My first time couldn’t even compare. The caress of his tongue and the piercing echo of my scream had me wrapping my legs around his head.
My ankles were locked and my body was lifted from the ground with my lower half suspended. His hands were on my bare ass driving the wind out of me each and every time. My fingernails were shredding the sleeping bag and my fingers were gnarled into fists of passionate fury.
I came with my vision blurred and my whole body electrified from the top of my head all the way down to my tingling toes. It was complete bliss. It didn’t take him much time to pull the woman I had always wanted to be out of me. I was living right now in the moment without regret. He was good enough and more than equipped to get the job done the first time.
“I’ve lived with my insecurities all of my life. I can’t get enough of you. I gladly surrender. Take me into your arms and show me there is nothing to be afraid of. I feel the heat of your steamy passion. I have this burning flame in desperate need of your love to put it out.”
“Melody, I’ve always been confident, but I feel nervous when I’m around you.” I had him in my hand and I could feel the warmth of his shaft and the light kiss of his knob to the lips of my sex.
“I’ve been looking for you all of my life. I’ve never believed someone like you existed. You have a silver tongue, but I know everything you say is sincere from the heart. There’s only one decision left to make. I’ve already made it.” His love muscle fashioned into a battering ram pushing through any resistance it found with my help.
“I will always be yours forever. The time for running is over. I look at you in the eye and I’m telling you the truth. You’re just like an angel. Open yourself up to me.” It was special and the way that he knocked down the walls of my resistance was a testament to his strength and character.
I wanted the perfect body, but it was my flaws that made me unique. Everybody was looking for a change, but they weren’t going to find it unless they were willing to see things from a different perspective. I belonged in his arms where I felt safe and warm from outside influences.
He was making me happy by the way that he was thrusting his pelvis slow and methodical. He knew exactly what to do to strike the right chords to make beautiful music. I lightly slapped his chest and ran my fingernails with my anxious enthusiasm down over his nipples.
He bucked and he held me down with our fingers locked together over my head. We were fighting each other to see who was going to get to the finish line first. He knew how to play the game. I was under his spell when that orgasm reached deep down inside and tore through me like 1000 different electrical charges at the same time. My body went into a spastic fit and the only thing you could see were the whites of my eyes.
I saw shooting stars and the moon winking with encouragement from above. My head was slamming repeatedly into the ground. He was saying something, but the words got lost in translation.
The rain was pouring down in sheets. He looked divine soaking wet with droplets of rain falling from his locks. He didn’t stop moving the entire time he was on top of me. The impact of his body sounded like thunder. He was cracking the whip by pounding me relentlessly into the ground.
I was trapped and being used for his selfish pleasure. I was enjoying his thick sausage. The lips were massaging every inch of him and squeezing to definitively drain him of every drop. He was a non-stop juggernaut of pleasure. His chest was flush against mine. There was no denying that he had the tools of the trade.
“Yes…push me past the point of no return. I’m right there and you know how to please me in the right way. The fuse is lit and I can feel it burning slowly, but the inevitable conclusion is an explosion that will leave us at a loss for words.” I came again and this time it was with such intensity that I threw him off of me.
I was curled up in the fetal position shaking like a leaf. The pleasure was an immense example of what a person should feel during their climax. I shivered in place and I opened up my eyes knowing that I wanted more of what he could give me.
“Easy… let’s not do anything rash.” I crawled across the ground with my eye on the prize. I was trying to move in a straight line, but my body was determined to zigzag.
“Don’t worry about tomorrow. You have to answer for what you just did.” He was acting afraid, but I knew he was playing with me.
“I knew that I was getting in over my head with you. I should have known better, but I was powerless to resist your siren song. I have the fever of what it feels like to have a woman underneath my skin.” He was singing my praises, but I was more interested in the warm front between his legs.
There was a storm brewing with the cloudy haze of passion burning up inside of me. We were putting on an obscene act that wasn’t PG rated. I was the one in control bouncing in place and driving the column of his manhood hard and deep inside of me. I was grinding in a circle in his lap. I could feel that he was near his personal release.
“Your actions speak louder to me than any words. For the love of God…I want to feel you go off between my fingertips.” The vein was throbbing pumping with no discernible rhythm.
I heard his moan of defiance and the feeling of his lust filling me to capacity. There was no confusion in the way that we felt about one another. The tranquil moment was broken by the cackle of laughter behind us. I looked over my shoulder and found my friends unable to sleep with the commotion that we had made.
In the morning, I bid my friends a heartfelt goodbye and went to the Airport with Jesse with nothing more than the clothes on my back. A new life was waiting for me and the cultural exchange of ideas was making me anxious to begin. Jesse was ready to pick up where his father left off, but he was going to do it his way. I was going to be behind him every step of the way.
This was my chance to be with the man I loved and to chase the dream of becoming an artist. I had all the inspiration I was going to need in the way that he looked at me.