Page 7 of Breeze and Melodie

“Are you fucking Breeze?” I heard an angry woman’s voice say.

I closed the trunk of my car and was greeted by a pissed off Tia.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Umm, yeah. I heard you, but I was hoping I misunderstood you.”

“You didn’t. Answer the question.”

“No, I’m not fucking Breeze.”

I purposely walked around the opposite side of my car to avoid being close enough to Tia to snatch her ass up. She had a lot of nerve accusing me of sleeping with a taken man.

“You expect me to believe he spent the night at your apartment, and nothing happened?”

I stopped in front of my car, which was facing the building. “I don’t care what you believe. It’s not my job to convince you of shit.”

She kissed her teeth before saying, “If you didn’t fuck him, you want to. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

“Girl, I had a whole man up until last night. You’re delusional.” I started to walk away again as she continued her rant.

“Nah. You’re delusional if you think nobody notices how you and Breeze look at each other, your ex included. That’s probably why he beat your ass, and I can’t say you didn’t deserve it.”

I stopped and slowly turned around. “First of all, fuck you. Second, I refuse to go back and forth with you about a man whose dick I ain’t never had the pleasure of feeling between my jaws or walls.

However, that might change tonight since you think it’s cool to make light of domestic violence.

Enjoy your night because I’ll certainly enjoy mine. ”

Tia continued to talk shit to my back, but I didn’t have time for it. I couldn’t deny my attraction to Breeze because I’d wanted him for years. However, he didn’t want me, so I let that fantasy go. Instead of focusing on me, she should’ve been focused on her man.

When I got on the elevator, I pressed the button for Breeze’s floor instead of mine. I knocked on his door, and my heart raced as I waited for him to open it.

“Wassup? You good?” he questioned when he saw me outside his door for the second time tonight.

“I’m fine. Can I come in?”

He responded by opening the door wider to give me space to enter. I waited for him to close and lock the door, then followed him into the living room. He sat on the couch and patted the space next to him, inviting me to do the same.

“Wassup, Mel?” he asked again.

“Nothing. I couldn’t find one of my purses and went to see if it was in my trunk.”

“Did you find it?”

“No, but I ran into Tia as she was leaving.”

“Yeah. She left a few minutes ago.”

“We exchanged a few heated words.”

He sighed and wiped his hand down his face. “What happened?”

“She accused me of fucking you.”

He shook his head but didn’t look surprised by my statement.

“I’d never let you fuck me, baby. I’d be doing all the fuckin’.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide my smile or ignore the tingling between my thighs.

“Be serious for one minute, please. Why does she think we’re messing around? We’re never alone, and I hardly talk to you when we’re together as a group.”

“From what Tia said, we can’t keep our eyes off each other.”

I laughed. “That may be true on my end, but I swear it’s not on purpose. I try my hardest not to look in your direction, especially when Tia and Sean are around.”

“Have you ever noticed how often our eyes meet?” I nodded.

“It’s because Tia is right. Seeing your beautiful face is one of the highlights of each day.

It doesn’t matter where you are in a room, my eyes find their way to you.

Fighting it was a losing battle, so I gave up, but I didn’t think anyone noticed. ”

“Is that what you told her? Is that why she left?”

“Nah, Tia left because she realized we have no future, and I didn’t try to convince her otherwise because it’s true.”

“Did the T-shirt cause all this ruckus? I swear I wouldn’t have stopped by if I’d known she was here.”

“That was the catalyst that led to a heated conversation, but it was only a matter of time before things ended between us. Don’t get me wrong, I like Tia, but . . .”

“But what?”

“I love you.”

I gasped, but his lips covered mine before I could respond to his confession.

I’d been thinking about the moment he’d kissed me earlier, but that kiss was nothing like this one.

This one was filled with passion and desire, and it seemed I’d been waiting my whole life to be kissed by Breeze like this.

He reached around me and pulled me onto his lap so that I straddled him.

I felt his erection immediately and wanted to feel more of him.

He slipped his hand underneath the T-shirt I wore and easily accessed my naked breasts.

Using what I assumed to be his thumb and index finger, he pinched my nipples.

“Mmm,” I moaned as I ground my bottom half against his.

He began to lift the hem of my shirt and moved away from me before pulling it over my head. After tossing it to the floor, he palmed my breasts and pushed them together. When his tongue quickly alternated between each nipple, my body shivered.

I tightened my hands behind his neck and let my head fall back as I enjoyed the sensations of his warm, wet mouth pleasuring one of the most sensitive parts of my body.

He suddenly palmed my ass, pressing me against him before standing.

My legs tightened around his waist, and before I realized what was happening, we’d entered his bedroom.

As my back gently hit his bed, I released my legs from his waist and allowed him to remove my shorts. His knees hit the floor with my shorts, and he pulled me to the edge of the bed.

“I’ve waited a long time to taste you, Mel.”

“The wait is over.”

Without further hesitation, his head was between my thighs. He licked away the juices that had already begun to drip, causing more to seep from my honeypot. I thought Sean was a top-notch pussy eater, but Breeze unknowingly proved to me that my ex wasn’t doing shit.

He pressed his thumb against my button and moved it in a circular motion while flicking his tongue like a rattlesnake against my lips. When I felt his fingers enter my hole, I became undone. I began to squirm, but he tightened the grip he had around one of my thighs, and my movement was halted.

“Don’t run from me, baby. I’ve waited too long for this.”

His words vibrated against my lips, and he continued to devour me. My orgasm began to build, and I wasn’t prepared for what happened next, but Breeze was.

“Breeze! Oh God! Oh my God! I’m cum?—”

“Squirt that shit, baby. I’m gon’ catch it all.”

My pussy began to spray my feminine juices as my body went to heaven. I’d never felt something so spectacularly glorious or extraordinary in my life.

“Did I just—I’ve never—wow!”

I was speechless and prepared to tap out, but Breeze was just getting started. I watched him get undressed from the one eye I could open. When his dick popped from his shorts, I wasn’t surprised by the size. I’d been eyeing his dick print since my sophomore year of high school.

The Lord wasn’t stingy when it came to Breeze, and I couldn’t believe the time had come for me to experience what I’d been fantasizing about for way too long. The thought of finally having him gave me a burst of energy, and I quickly rolled over and got on my knees.

“Nah, baby. This ain’t that. Turn around.” Only slightly embarrassed, I returned to my previous position.

“C’mere.” He took my hand, pulled me from the bed, and wrapped me in his arms. “I’m in love with you, Melodie, and I want to look into your eyes while I make love to you.”

“You’re in love with me?” I asked as my head rested against his chest.

“Baby, I’m so in love with you. I thought I missed my chance, but the stars and shit lined up, and I won’t miss it again.”

I looked up at him. “I’m in love with you too.”

He smiled before pressing his lips against mine for a soft kiss.

“I’ll hit it from the back before the night is over, if that’s what you really want.” He joked as he pulled the comforter and sheets back.

My slight embarrassment returned, and I pushed him. He fell onto the bed, pulling me on top of him before he rolled over, switching our positions.

“Are we really doing this? Is this really about to happen?”

“Did you think I would eat your pussy and send you on your way? My dick been ready for some action, so don’t talk shit if I nut fast.”

His mouth attacked mine, and he kissed me with a hunger I’d never experienced from another man. His tongue traveled to my ear, then my neck, before revisiting my breasts. I felt overstimulated by his touch and wanted him inside me.

“Do you have protection?”

He paused and looked at me. “Did you make that nigga wrap up?”

“No man has ever felt this pussy raw.”

“Good girl. This will be a first for me, too, because I ain’t wrapping up shit.”

“But I’m not on birth control.”

“Good.”

Before I could protest, I was filled with Breeze’s length and girth.

Rarely did I enjoy the missionary position with the men I was with before Breeze.

On the rare occasions it was good, I had to put in a lot of work to ensure I got mine.

Even with Sean, missionary didn’t hit like it should have, and I thought he was great in bed.

It only took a few slow, deep strokes from Breeze for me to realize I’d been fooling myself, not only for the past year with Sean, but for most of my sexual encounters before him.

Maybe it was because the feelings I had for Breeze were like nothing I’d ever felt for another man.

Whatever it was, I wanted to experience it for the rest of my days.