Authors: Lavenia Boswell
“Stand what?”
“All the excitement! I'd still be on cloud nine like the rest of them if I’d sung like you and they did! It was the best show I've seen, bar none. What did it feel like up there on the stage in front of all those people?”
Melody turned around on the couch to face her then started pulling off her boots. “Hold your noses! I’m taking off my boots!” she yelled. “Awww, that feels good. I hate shoes!”
“Come on Mel, tell me!” Mary asked getting impatient.
“Mary, at first I was shaking in my boots, literally. Then when I had sung a few bars the fear went away and I just flowed with it. It felt powerful to have that much control over the audience. I could feel them responding to me and I just responded back. They were great, weren’t they? I could tell when they wanted me to get down low and sad. Then I had more and more times when I felt that I was all alone just singing what I was feeling without any shackles to burden me down. I loved that feeling. I felt free. I can't explain it. It was like I could tell about my heartbreaks and my joys without having to answer to anyone else for it. That's when I learned that I could sing from my heart. The surprising thing was that they seemed to like it!”
Melody hadn't noticed that the dancing had stopped and they were all listening to her.
“The guys, Mary! Weren't they something out of this world?” Melody exclaimed. “I had no idea that Mark and Jonathan were so talented. We all already knew that Beth and David were.” She signed heavily and smiled, “Watching Jon up there made me so excit . . . .” Melody suddenly noticed that her voice was the only sound she heard clearly, even the music volume had been turned down.
“Watching me up there made you what? I don't think I heard that last part,” Jonathan asked teasingly. He pulled her up to him and asked in a throaty, sexy voice, “Tell me again what it did to you?”
“It made me . . . feel sexy and sensual. Now, Mr. Wants To Know It All, what're you going to do about it?” she asked matching his lusty grin.
“Turn up the music. I have a horny woman on my hands! Let me see what I can do to make her a crazy, horny woman,” he said to no one in particular.
“Or would you rather watch?” he asked Melody with half closed eyes.
“Watch what?” she asked, laughing but confused.
The men began to dance to a song that Melody hadn't heard before. Mark got Mary and David got his wife while Jonathan danced alone, but for only a few minutes.
“So, you've been watching David again, huh?” Melody asked Jonathan as he wrapped his leg behind hers and began a slow movement in rhythm with the music. Their bodies melted together as Melody let the feel of the rhythm flow through her.
“Who've you been watching?” he asked her huskily.
“I've studied all the moves, my sweet. Try one I don't know,” she purred, daring him.
Jonathan slowly moved her towards the bedroom door but was careful not to break the contact that they had. He quickly picked her up, turned and yelled out, “Goodnight everyone. Stay and party. But, you'll have to use your own bedrooms tonight!” Then he kicked the bedroom door closed.
As he laid her on the bed and quickly pressed himself on top of her he huskily whispered in her ear. “Now, tell me, love, what exactly was it that seeing me on that stage did to you?”
“No! You're too nosey as it is. If I told you . . . then you'd live on a stage . . . just to keep me hot and jealous!” Melody retorted while trying really hard to concentrate.
He unbuckled her belt and unzipped her skirt as he lay staring down into her eyes, raising his hips just enough to reach them. She heard his own belt and zipper being undone. “Why Mister Jontu, are you actually thinking of favoring me with your handsome, muscular, lust ridden body?”
His eyes were a deep violet as he struggled with getting her skirt pulled down and off her legs, after he worked his own jeans down to below his knees.
She wouldn't help him, he appeared to enjoy doing it himself too much for her to interfere. She giggled at his eagerness.
Leaning down, he kissed her deeply over and over, making her more than excited over what he was doing to her. His tongue stroked, plunged, twirled and teased in imitation to what he wanted to do with other parts of his body. After he pulled her top down on her body suit and hungrily devoured her, while kissing and worshipping all that he enjoyed so greatly. She felt his sneaky hand slithering down searching for the top of her panties. She smiled, waiting for his response.
As his groping fingers finally discovered the snaps in the crotch of her body suit, he suddenly burst out, “What the heck’s this?”
“Ohhh,
that
?” she asked with a tiny smirk. “Why, that my dear husband is a sexual barrier. That's what it is. It’s to keep certain males from going where they have no business.” She giggled while watching his concentrating face.
“I'll be darned if it is! And
you
,
all
of you, my love,
is
my business, always and forever!” he exclaimed happily as his trebly, searching fingers simply pulled it aside.
“Oh, so that's what watching me did to you, huh?” he stated with obvious pride as he continued to touch and explore.
“Well, yes. You looked like some stalking sensual animal up there with your beautiful blue eyes flashing and your black hair flying wildly. But when you started those naughty little movements and pranced all over the place as if looking for a woman who could satisfy your base desires, it . . . got to me, I'll admit it,” Melody mumbled between groans.
“Were you needing and wanting me to do this?” he asked as he teased her further with his own excitement.
“That and a lot more!” Melody said as she arched her body against his and tried to pull him tighter against her, but he was a lot stronger than she was and resisted as he chuckled gazing down at her.
“Just how badly did this affect you?” he continued to tease, knowing that he had reached his own remarkable limits.
“Jon-ny, either you can give me what I want . . . or . . . I'm sure that . . . there are other . . . .” He immediately complied before she had finished.
“Now! Show me some of those moves that I saw you're so adapt at,” Melody whispered breathlessly as she reached down between them and unsnapped the crotch of her body suit for better movement.
“Ohhhh,” he groaned. “How all those men would give half their lives for just this one moment!” Jonathan exclaimed with his head buried in the center of her heaving chest. “You are too much woman to be walking around, my heart. I've always told you that you had a power that was unreal!”
Jonathan kissed his way back to her face then saw the ecstasy that he was giving her as he showed her his new style of movements. “So, you really do enjoy me . . . don't you?” he asked with a lusty look on his face and his eyes a deep, deep violet.
She just threw her head back further and moaned loudly with her fingers gripping his back, desperately trying to pull him closer. Her lips were half parted and she had a non-seeing look to her eyes that told him he had her right where he wanted her to be.
“I know there isn't a man alive who could know what you need as well as I do. And I know that there isn't a soul living or dead who could appreciate your mind, as well as your body, more than I do. I worship you my love, body and soul. I can't live without you. You're more precious to me than the air I breathe!”
Suddenly he slowed his movements, to a taunting level, and held her face looking absolutely sincere, “So, my heart, when you look at all those crazed men lusting after you . . . remember it!” he ordered demandingly.
His slowed steady rhythm was driving Melody crazy, just as he wanted it to.
“Jon-ny, p-l-e-a-s-e, quit teasing me. Show me that hungry tiger that you were on stage,” she purred, as she teased him with her parted lips.
He bit her lip a little, involuntarily, as he showed her what he really wanted to do and caught up with her delicious mouth.
He had never really worried about other men trying to steal her away from him. But now, the reality that her bond might be different from his made him try to show her all the love he had for her. He hoped that he could keep her satisfied to the point that she'd never wonder what another man could do for her.
Together they brought satisfaction and joy to one another as they perspired heavily and made many types of growls, grunts and groans as they shared their love.
Later, as Jonathan lay resting, he saw again the faces of those men looking up at her during the concert.
What the heck Jon
, he thought to himself,
you're just a man, almost just like they are. So what if you bonded with her for life and can do mathematics or physics faster than they can think of the problem! She thinks that she's bonded with you for life. But . . . her being human, who knows for a certainty? What if some other handsome rich man comes along with a . . . aw, blast it!
He pulled her sleeping body up close to him and watched her face. He would slay the world over her if he ever felt the need and wouldn't hesitate for even a moment!
He finally chuckled to himself.
And she worries about me!
He's seen her eyes light up like fire whenever she thought some woman was trying to seduce him. The problem was, they usually were. She didn’t understand that there wasn't a woman alive who could replace his Mel, on any world.
Jonathan decided he was going to spend much more time with her from now on. As he laid in bed with her head resting on his arm he suddenly realized, she didn't ask him for a baby! Ever since she started preparing for the surprise at the party, she hadn't asked him to make her pregnant. Now, this was beginning to truly bother him. He couldn't understand why but he suddenly wanted her pregnant again. He'd been far too ridiculous with his fears.
I'll tell her first thing in the morning,
he finally decided after trying to awaken her to make love to her again but she was too sleepy to respond.
The sun sneaked its way through a split in the drapes and woke Jonathan. He turned over and watched Melody.
“Hey beautiful. You're sure are one sexy lady,” he announced aloud as she squinted one eye open.
“Get real, Jon!” she mumbled as she started to cover her head and turn over.
He pulled the covers back down to her shoulders. “The love of my life, I have a surprise for you.” He started running his hand under the covers so he could slide her closer to him.
“What's gotten into you this morning?” Melody asked smiling but her voice still thick with sleep.
“Sweetheart, I've been doing a lot of thinking.” He saw that she was trying to really wake up now. “I've been very selfish. That . . . baby girl you've been wanting so badly? Well . . . .”
Melody suddenly jumped up onto her knees and put her hand over his mouth. “Don't say another word, Mister Jontu! I'm going to perform with the rest of you. And Jon, you know I can't do that if I'm big and pregnant!”
He whirled off the bed and began following her around the room as she lunched herself off the bed and began looking for something to put on, “But Mel . . . . I thought that having another baby was what you wanted?”
“It was Jonathan. I cried and begged and pleaded with you for another baby for far too long. But you just held your ground and continued to ignore my pleas. At first I understood, but after there were so many children born without any problems and you remained to be stubborn about it, I quit understanding.”