Melody

He could hear someone crying. The sniffles were not a peripheral makeup from his subconscious; they must be real. Jide opened his eyes to evaluate his surroundings, even though the room was washed in total darkness; safe for the thin ray of light coming from the open window. A soft and shapely silhouette was draped against the open window, the shoulders of the silhouette shook with racking sobs.

The last dregs of sleep faded away from his eyes, and he sat up swiftly. He reached over the bedside table, to switch on the portable lamp he left on it. The dull glow of the lamp bathed the room in a soft shade of white, illuminating the shocked face of the girl crying by the window sill.

She turned to look at him with surprise, while he removed the duvet covering his semi-naked body. He stretched lazily like a cat, before making an attempt to vacate the warm cocoon of the bed.

“Did I wake you?” She asked softly. “I’m sorry, that was not my intention.”

He shook his head as he made his way towards her. “It’s not a problem.”

He drew her into his embrace when he got to her in three long strides. Her back was perfectly aligned to his chest, but her fingers were cold. “Baby, you’re cold.”

“Am I?” She laughed without mirth. “I didn’t notice.”

“Why are you not sleeping?”

“You know I don’t sleep at night.”

“But you do when you’re with me, don’t you?” He turned her neck, so he could look into her eyes. “What has changed, Melody?”

She turned around again, to continue staring at the night lights. “Nothing.” Her voice came out in a whisper.

“I don’t believe that. You were crying.”

“I’m sorry Jide.”

“I’m not asking you to apologize, I’m asking you to talk to me.” His voice was firmer with her.

She was silent, but he wasn’t ready to take no for an answer. He needed her to talk to him, because he could see the hurt in her eyes. How was he to help her, if she wouldn’t talk to him?

He moved his hands from her fingers, up her palms, and to her arms. Her bare wrists took him by surprise. “Melody, where are your beads?”

In reflex, she jerked her hands away from him and started rubbing her right wrist with her left palm. He moved closer to her and took her hands in his. “Stop doing that. Now, answer me, where are your beads?”

She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out of it. Instead, she stood on her toes, and brought his lips down on hers in a crashing kiss. His body came to life immediately, when he tasted her soft lips. A groan of pleasure left his throat involuntarily. He hadn’t tasted her in a long time.

Her crotch aligned with his raging erection, and he moved her body even closer. He traced the lines of her net panties, on buttocks that were now curvier than he used to know. Her soft fingers trailed a path along his jaws while her tongue searched for his. He needed her badly, but he knew he had to speak to her first.

He took one last taste, before he clenched his fists and withdrew himself from her with all reluctance. Slowly, he came back to his senses, while he stared at her longingly. Her perky breasts peeked at him from the confines of the transparent negligee she called a night gown. He shook his head and fought to remain sane.

“Stop trying to distract me.” He managed to let out.

A coy smile traced her lips and she walked towards him with swaying hips. “Is it working?”

“You know it is.”

She traced a palm over his firm chests, admiring the contours of his body. The native tattoo marks on them never failed to fascinate him. He was so beautiful, and she couldn’t believe he was hers again. She tweaked a nipple with a naughty smile, knowing it never failed to arouse him.

He caught her palm in his larger ones. “Melody.”

“Maybe I want to be distracted.” She whispered, as she brought her lips closer to his.

“What about…?”

She placed a finger on his lips to silence him. “Ssshhh. Make love to me. Please, Jide.”

That was his undoing, and he needed no prompting again. He lifted her immediately, and her legs wound themselves around his hips. He pushed her hair away from her face, and brought her luscious lips to his mouth. Without detaching her from him, he made his way to his bed, and gently lowered her to it.

He stepped back a bit, and took a moment to admire her body in the dull glow of light. Her round and small breasts called out his name like a siren’s hymn, and like a weak sailor, he yielded to its call. He laid over her small form, without placing all his weight on her.

He traced the jingling waist beads perched atop her small belly. “Have I told you how much these beads intoxicate me?”

She smiled, taking his breath away. How he let her go for so long was beyond him. “Say it again.”

“Why don’t I show you?” He responded before trailing a kiss over her jaw and down her neck. The skin beneath his fingers was supple and soft like the petals of the roses growing in his garden. He couldn’t touch her enough. She writhed and moaned beneath his assault of kisses, making his erection harder. When his kiss got to the valley between her breasts, he loosened the sash on the negligee, took it off her frame, and exposed the naked cupcakes to his gaze.

His mouth fastened over one nipple, sending volts of pleasure through her body, down to the moist folds between her legs. He nibbled on the nipple, eliciting a loud moan of strict pleasure from her. The sound travelled through his own groin.

His hand palmed the other breast, while he lavished wet attention on the other. She reached for the waistband of his boxers, and he tentatively lifted his hips, giving her the go ahead to take them off of him. As she rolled the underwear off him, he trailed kisses towards her neck again.

Melody felt like exploding from all the pleasure, but she needed to make him feel even more than she was feeling. She flipped him over, and gave him a knowing smirk, while his now free cock twitched in anticipation. She did not wait too long before going on her knees and licking the tip of his hard member.

The size of him always amazed her. She took another swipe, and his withdrawn breath told her she was doing something well. She went lower, taking more length of him in her warm mouth. He tasted salty and delicious at the same time, and she grew wetter. Jide saw stars, and he was sure he wouldn’t last long unless he stopped her.

Bobbing her head up and down his girth, Melody gave Jide all the love she couldn’t show for a long time. His hands finally halted her and he brought her up to kiss her again. So lost in the kiss was she, that she didn’t know when her back hit the bed, as they switched position.

Jide looked into her eyes, with his hands on the band of her panties. “May I?” He asked.

Staring at him with pure love, she nodded. “Always.”

He took off the scrap of lace with care, while his tongue trailed a path after the receding material. The hunger for her had grown too long, and he could not wait to satiate it any longer. Going by the subtle arch of her back towards him, neither could she. He aimed to please. Being urged on by her sighs and throaty moans, Jide guided his cock over her wet and slippery entrance. She felt so good.

Melody placed her arms around his shoulder, clenching her fingers on his flesh, and gave him a signal that she was ready to have him in her. His sudden thrust into her took her breath away, and he covered her incoming moan with a swift kiss. Her body rose to meet each subsequent thrust as his eyes closed in utmost pleasure. A lone tear rolled away from her eyes, and he caught it with a thumb.

Her racing heart and quickened breath told him she was nearing the edge, and he knew it was time to let go. Each shudder that rippled through her body brought him near his own release, and when she gave a cry of pleasure, he groaned with her, as he exploded his seeds into her.