Page 8 of Breeze and Melodie

“Ohh, shit!” she whispered breathlessly.

“Damn, Mel!” I almost growled.

I didn’t move for a minute because I wanted to give her some time to adjust to my size while I soaked up the feeling of her slippery walls wrapped around my naked dick. It felt like heaven, and I wanted to spend the rest of my days tucked snugly inside her.

“You good?” I whispered with my lips brushing against her ear.

“I’m better than good. Make love to me.”

I began to deliver slow and deliberate strokes. I wanted her to feel my full length, every vein and groove of my dick with each stroke. Her eyes were closed, and I enjoyed her love faces for a few minutes. However, I wanted to look into her soul while my dick penetrated it.

“Open your eyes, baby. I want to see you.”

Her lids fluttered before opening slowly, and our gazes locked. Her eyes were almond-shaped and surrounded by full lashes that most women had to pay for. Her beautiful face was perfected with a full nose, plush lips, and defined cheekbones.

“Breeze.”

“Yeah, baby.”

“Nothing has ever felt this good.”

“This is better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.”

Our eyes remained connected as I tucked my arms behind her legs, allowing me to go deeper. She moaned. I groaned. She screamed. I growled. When neither of us could handle the heights of pleasure we’d reached, she creamed all over my dick while I filled her with my seeds.

“Throw that ass back, baby,” I urged Melodie as I fucked her from the back.

She had a small frame, but God blessed her with an ass built for a woman twice her size. I didn’t realize Melodie had a crush on me until she and Raine were about nineteen years old. Prior to that, she was just my little sister’s friend.

One hot summer day, Raine convinced me to go to a boat party with them. Melodie came out the house with a bikini top on and some short ass denim shorts. When I saw her from behind, I had to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from saying something.

I still had no interest in being romantically involved with her, but I had to force myself not to look at her ass every time she walked away. She caught me looking a few times, and I had to play it off, but her petite frame made her backside hard to miss.

“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard,” she pleaded.

I tightened my grip on her waist and thrusted into her aggressively while she threw her ass into me. Lord knows I wanted this moment to last forever, but we only had about five minutes before we’d officially be running late.

“Damn, baby. You ready for me to bust this load?”

Before she could respond, I reached around her waist and pressed my index and middle finger against her clit.

“Cum with me, Breeze. Cum with me!”

I’d lost count of the number of times our body fluids collided in the past ten hours, but we should have been dehydrated. Her knees buckled underneath, and I fell on her back while my dick remained between her ass cheeks.

“I don’t know how I’ll make it through the day,” she said, taking a deep breath every few words.

“Yeah, I could skip work and lay up with you all day.”

“If we lay up, we’ll do more fucking than laying, and you know it.”

“I know, which makes it even better.”

I rolled to the side of her but kept my arm around her waist, and we lay silently for a minute with only our labored breathing filling the room.

“This seems surreal,” she said in a low voice.

I tightened my hold on her and pressed a kiss on her back. “Why?”

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this to happen?”

“No.”

“I’m embarrassed to tell you. Are you playing with me, or is this for real?”

“What? Turn around.” She rolled over until we were face-to-face. “This is the real deal, baby. I would never play with you like that.”

“Then what took you so long?”

“I’ll answer that if you tell me how long you’ve been checking for me.”

“I mean, I thought you were cute the first time I saw you, but I knew you were too old for me. When I hit about seventeen, I used to pray you would notice me, but you barely looked my way.”

“Mel, you know my life was fucked up for a while. It hasn’t been long since I got myself together. When I was finally ready to make you mine, you start dealing with that bitch-ass nigga.”

“I had given up. It felt like you moved here to taunt me, and I ain’t like that, but if you had said something, I would’ve?—”

“Nah, it had to happen naturally, when it was supposed to happen. Understand this, though, baby. You’re mine now, and I won’t let shit come between us.”

“You and Tia are done?”

“Whatever that was we had going is over. You don’t have shit to worry about as far as she or any other woman is concerned. I ain’t never been the type of man to be fuckin’ on a bunch of bitches. Why would I start that shit now that I got the woman of my dreams?”

She smiled. “If you want some more pussy, just say that.”

She sat up and tried to straddle me, and as much as I didn’t want to, I stopped her.

“If you sit on my dick, we’ll never make it to work.”

She sighed but agreed. A few minutes later, she had slipped back into the clothes she had on when she came to my apartment last night.

I walked her to the door, pressed her back against it, and we kissed for at least ten minutes.

I admittedly couldn’t get enough of her and was unsure how I’d make it through the day.

“I need to go, Breeze.”

“I know. Gimme one more kiss.”

Our lips connected one last time, and I was finally prepared to let her leave. I gave her a bit of room to step away from the door. When I pulled it open, I was shocked to see Tia preparing to knock on the door.

“Oh, hey,” she greeted nervously. “Were you headed out?”

“I was going to get my gym bag from my car. Wassup? What are you doing here?” I noticed how she was dressed, and she didn’t look like she was headed to work.

“Can I come in for a few minutes?”

“Umm . . .” I looked behind the door, and Melodie shrugged. I returned my attention to Tia. “Actually, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Seriously, Breeze. All I need is a few minutes.”

“You made yourself very clear last night. What more is there to say?”

As Tia was about to respond, Melodie’s keys hit the hardwood floor.

“Do you have someone in there? Is that why I can’t come in?” Tia questioned, her voice becoming elevated.

“Tia, if you want to talk, I can meet up with you another time. I’m running late for work and don’t have time for a conversation with you.”

She looked like she wanted to say more but only nodded before walking away. I closed the door and turned to face Melodie.

“I hope you didn’t take that interaction the wrong way.”

She shook her head as she responded. “No, I understand. If she knew I was here, all hell would break loose. I’m glad you kept her at bay because I would hate to have to beat her ass for acting crazy with me.”

“You sure you understand? I can’t have you mad at me after less than twelve hours being my woman.”

She kneeled to pick up her keys before stepping into my space. “I’m not mad.” After kissing me softly, she said, “Do you think she’s gone? I need to get upstairs.”

“Yeah, it’s been long enough.”

She remained facing me as she stepped between me and the door, then reached behind her to open it. To my surprise, Tia hadn’t gone anywhere, and Melodie bumped right into her as she attempted to back into the hallway.

“I knew it!” Tia shouted.

Melodie was so startled, she dropped her keys and phone this time, before turning to face Tia. I was shocked when Tia pressed her hands against Melodie’s chest and pushed her.

“Bitch! Keep your hands to yourself!” Melodie shouted before pushing her back.

Tia flew against the door of my neighbor’s across the hall.

“Fuck you, backstabbing ass ho! All this time, you smiled in my face while waiting for the perfect moment to fuck my man.”

“Your man? Girl, stop. Y’all were friends with benefits, at best.” She laughed.

Tia was back in Melodie’s face, and I stepped between them before shit got out of hand.

“Hold up! Baby, go home and let me talk to her for a minute,” I told Melodie.

“You better tell her something because I will beat her ass up and down this hallway.”

“You ain’t gon’ do?—”

Before Tia could finish, Melodie reached around me and, I assume, popped Tia in the mouth because she stopped talking.

“Mel, chill!” I pleaded.

“I’m chillin’ like a villain. Tell her to stop talking shit.”

“Go get ready and call me when you’re ready to go.”

“Okay.”

I picked up Melodie’s keys and phone and gave them to her, and she confidently headed toward the elevator, not bothering to look back, and I watched her ass sway all the way down hall until she got on.

“Are you serious, Breeze? I’m standing here with a busted lip, caused by your mistress, and you’re looking at her ass.”

The elevator doors closed, and I gave my attention to Tia. “Melodie was not and is not my mistress. Why are you still here? I told you we could meet up another time.”

“Because I knew you were hiding somebody in there. How long, Breeze?”

“How long, what?”

“Have you been fucking her all along?”

I released a frustrated sigh. “No. Last night was the first time I was intimate with Melodie.”

“Wow. You didn’t even wait a full day.”

“Come inside and let me get some ice for your lip.”

“Nah, I’m good. I came to apologize for my behavior last night and was planning to give you another chance. But fuck that and fuck you! I was right about everything I said, and you should be apologizing to me !”

“I’m sorry, but if it helps, you’re the only woman I’ve been dealing with for the past few months.”

“Whatever, nigga! Have a nice life.”

She turned and marched down the hall toward the elevator.

“Well, that went well.”