An Unforgettable Melody Ch. 08

As Melody drug Mike on to the dance floor, she gazed seductively into his eyes and whispered to him, "Gotta get you loosened up for later... when the real dancing begins."

For the next fifteen minutes, they enjoyed dancing with each other to a bevy of famous jazz standards. Mike was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the band; the vocalist in particular was quite good, easily capturing the old-school style and smoothness of the old Rat Pack. Soon, the band slowed their groove, working seamlessly into My Funny Valentine. As Melody drew close to him, Mike managed to catch a glimpse of Darcy and Stuart out of the corner of his eye; they were slow dancing very intimately, her head on his shoulder. He wasn't sure, but he could've sworn he saw Darcy's lips move to the words "I love you."

"Do you think it's strange or obsessive for me to feel so much pride in helping Stuart and Darcy find each other?" Mike asked Melody quietly.

"Not at all, I feel the same way," she replied, lowering her head as they danced, touching her forehead to his. "Those two are completely in love. While I don't know the future, I truly can't envision a scenario in which they won't be together for the rest of their lives. And, I suppose it's comforting knowing that you've done an enormous amount of good in another person's life. Especially since we accomplished all of this without using my powers to push them together; they're together because they genuinely want to be."

Mike kissed her forehead, nodding in agreement as the slow song finally came to an end. As the crowd applauded the band, Mike felt a tap on his shoulder; one of the trumpet players in the section asked for his help with something. Excusing himself from Melody for a few minutes, he joined the rest of the section in the greenroom to see what was going on. In the meantime, Melody milled around outside the dance floor, snacking on appetizers that looked appealing.

Taking a break herself from the dance floor, Darcy approached her, asking about the new necklace Melody was wearing. She beamed as she showed Darcy the locket, opening it to reveal Mike and herself, perfectly captured in all of their goofiness. When she told her that Mike had given it to her that day as a gift, Stuart sarcastically muttered under his breath about Mike making him look bad, eliciting giggles from the girls. Darcy kissed him on the cheek, whispering that he had nothing to worry about. As they chatted, the vocalist suddenly made an announcement before their next song.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our next number is a special request from the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra trumpets, dedicated especially to the great Ray Velazquez."

Robert started the piano softly, with a steady beat from the bass and drums. As the vocalist entered, within the first few words, the entire crowd cheered at recognizing Frank Sinatra's most famous song, My Way. Listening to the words of triumph, Melody glanced across the room and saw Ray, smiling and nearly in tears at the touching gesture from his section, though his manly pride certainly would not have let those tears to actually escape his eyes. When the vocalist neared the final climax of the song, Mike and the rest of the trumpet section joined in, accompanying the final chorus with the distinctive fanfare made famous in Sinatra's many performances of the song. Cheers and whistles erupted from the audience even before the final notes went silent, and the trumpets were immediately greeted by an ecstatic Ray, who grabbed each of them individually into a manly bro-hug.

Rejoining Melody, she and Mike continued to meander around the room leisurely, enjoying each other's company; each couldn't keep out of their minds how hot the other looked in formal settings. After subtly groping each other a few times, they knew it wouldn't be long before they would have to get home, as they wouldn't be able to keep from ripping each other's clothes off. While Melody fondled Mike's ass again, she noticed something odd across the room.

"Mike, look over there, near Darcy. Does that guy... look familiar?"

"It sure does... he's clean shaven, but there's no mistaking that look in his eyes; it's Stephen. What the fuck is he doing here?"

Melody closed her eyes momentarily, searching Stephen's intentions. "He thinks he's showing Darcy how classy he really is, and that she'll see him in his suit and fall swooning into his arms. It seems he's had... issues with his equipment since she broke up with him, and he thinks getting her back will magically solve everything."

"I gave him too little credit," Mike mused sarcastically. "He actually is dumber than he looks! Um, do we need to intervene here, or can Darcy handle herself?"

Giggling with a mischievous look in her eye, Melody replied, "Nope. This time, she's got it covered." She gently slipped her arm around his waist as they watched the scene unfold in front of them.

"Come on, babe, you know you miss us. Just gimmie one last shot," Stephen said, trying to work his silver tongue.

Darcy was not amused. "I thought I told you, in no uncertain terms, that I'd call the cops if you ever tried to contact me again. How the hell did you even get in here? This is a private event!"

At this time, Stuart walked up, carrying a couple glasses of white wine. "Hey Darcy, who's this?" he asked with a slight smile.

Glaring at Stephen the whole time, she simply replied, "He's Dickhead."

Stuart's smile quickly disappeared. "So, you're Stephen," he hissed, preparing to lunge at him.

Darcy raised her arm in front of his chest to stop Stuart. Turning to Stephen, she calmly stated. "This is your last chance. Turn around and walk out of here right now, or I'm calling the police."

Now seething with rage, Stephen stammered, "You... replaced me... with THIS?!"

Telegraphing his moves even worse than in his fight with Mike weeks ago, Stephen clumsily swung at Darcy. She, however, was more than ready, sidestepping easily behind him while reaching her hand into a small purse made of the same material as her royal blue gown. Swiftly pulling out her Taser and aiming directly at his back, she fired, dropping Stephen flat on his face as he yelped and writhed in pain. Mike now rushed forward, helping Stuart to keep him on the ground as Darcy dialed the police. There was a hesitant, yet approving applause echoing from the crowd that had formed, as well as a few calls of "You go girl!"

The party was now effectively over, with most attendees electing to head home after the latest excitement; the few that remained mainly wanted to see Stephen hauled away in handcuffs. As Mike and Stuart pulled him off the ground to sit him in a chair, he momentarily tried to struggle before Darcy looked him straight in the eyes with Taser in hand, threatening to shock him again if he didn't cooperate. Stephen remained calm and silent after that, seemingly resigned to his fate. Mike and Melody hung around for moral support as Darcy gave her statement to the police. Since he was trespassing on private property and started a fight, they did have grounds to arrest him this time, cuffing him for his trip to the station. The responding officers also gave Darcy the appropriate papers and contact information to begin filing a restraining order, which she promised to fill out in the morning. Despite the intensity of the situation, she was in excellent spirits, smiling and holding Stuart's hand affectionately. Melody confirmed that subduing Stephen successfully had made her extremely horny.

Looks like he's getting lucky tonight.

Saying their goodbyes to Darcy and Stuart, Mike and Melody made their way to the parking deck to start their drive home. Grabbing his arm playfully, Melody whispered, "Darcy's not the only horny girl around here..."

"Well then, I'd better get you home, so I can do something about that," Mike replied with an excited grin.

*****

Arriving back at their apartment, Mike locked the deadbolt and turned to face Melody, only to see her walking towards the bedroom. She turned to him as she walked, seductively beckoning him with her finger. Following her, he arrived in the bedroom and found that she had transformed it into a wonderfully intimate love nest. Playing with the locket around her neck, she said sweetly, "Had to repay your surprise with one of my own. Like it?"

"Absolutely," he marveled.

Looking around the room, the only lighting was from small candles scattered on the dresser, nightstands, and chest of drawers. Even so, there was plentiful light for Mike to study every inch of Melody's adorable face as the candlelight flickered off of her smile. As the soft sounds of Chris Botti echoed from a pair of small speakers from the dresser, Mike saw that the normal bed sheets had been replaced with black silk sheets and a black comforter with a deep red inner lining. Melody slowly sauntered up to him, her face beaming with radiance, and locked her emerald eyes onto his light blue ones. He took her in his arms and she ran her hands slowly up his lapel, slowly wrapping her arms around his neck. They stood there for several minutes, gazing into each other's eyes, never needing to utter a word.

Finally breaking their uninterrupted gaze, Mike slowly moved his lips closer to hers, savoring every second of the tension between them. Her breathing became more labored in anticipation of his touch; she had been lusting after this man all night. After what felt like an eternity, their lips finally met, as he kissed her softly and tentatively at first. Savoring every inch, he explored her lips as thoroughly as he had the first time he had ever kissed her. Slowly, she escalated the kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth and allowing her passion to envelop her. With their lips firmly sealed together as their tongues danced, she lightly ran her fingers through the back of his hair and gently stroked his cheek with her other hand.

After nearly ten minutes, they finally parted, sighing in complete contentment with each other. Melody reached behind her neck to undo the knot holding up the halter-top of her dress. Keeping the strips of fabric behind her shoulders momentarily, so as to heighten his anticipation, she slowly pulled them over to her front, peeling them to gradually reveal her milky white D-cup breasts. He began to reach his hands forward to feel them, but she playfully slapped them away.

"Not yet," she said seductively, shaking her finger at him.

Keeping her eyes locked onto his, she smiled as she lowered the side zipper holding up the remainder of her gown. As she finished, she kicked off her black heels before letting the dress fall elegantly to the floor. She was now left in nothing but her black boy short panties.

"The first panties I ever took off of you," Mike said with a smile.

Giggling, she sweetly replied, "A girl never forgets her first time."

Turning her back to him, she stood tall before bending over at the waist, showing off her delightfully curvy ass as her panties rode up into her crack. Still looking behind her into his eyes seductively, she slowly slid the panties down her toned legs, kicking them away when they reached the ground. Now completely naked, she turned her attention back to the object of her desire.

Mike started to adjust his jacket, about to take it off, when Melody took his hands gently, saying, "Why don't you let me do that?"

She wanted to savor every second of undressing her lover. Again running her hands up the lapel of his tuxedo, she slipped her hands inside his jacket and pushed it off of his shoulders. As she began to unbutton half-dozen buttons of his vest, Mike quickly kicked off his dress shoes. Finished with the buttons, Melody pushed it off of his shoulders in the same seductive manner she had his jacket. Kissing his lips sweetly, she ran her hands down his smooth neck, aiming for his black bowtie. Before he could explain to her how to undo it, she masterfully pulled the correct strand, instantly unknotting it to hang loosely around his collar.

Now turning her attention to his shirt, she unbuttoned his buttons from top to bottom, slowly exposing his bare chest. She softly kissed each new patch of skin as she revealed it, driving Mike wild with lust and anticipation. As she reached his waist, Melody pulled his shirt from his pants and undid the final two buttons before running her hands up his strong chest. Once she was back at eye level to him, he wrapped her in his arms and drew her in for a long, passionate kiss. As she kissed him, her hands continued to work her magic on his exposed chest, finally slipping his shirt off and onto the floor. He pulled her close again, feeling her breasts pressing against his chest as they embraced. Mike also felt the sensation of the locket she wore rubbing against him.

"Do you want me to take it off?" Melody asked.

Smiling, he simply replied, "No. It's where it belongs."

Beaming, she turned her attention to his pants. After loosening his belt, she knelt down before him, unbuttoning the buttons and lowering the zipper. She was surprised and aroused by what she found upon doing so: Mike had gone commando that evening. Letting his pants fall to the floor, he stepped out of them and stripped his black socks off, leaving him fully exposed to her. She smiled wickedly, stroking his hardening member gently as she knelt in front of him. A few light licks were all it took to get him completely hard.

He reached down, taking her hands in his, and stood her up, immediately wrapping her in a tight embrace, his cock pressing against her. As the pair approached the bed, the silk sheets and comforter magically folded back, allowing them to climb in together without ceasing their intimate touches. She stretched back suggestively, lightly caressing her nipples and pussy, wordlessly begging for his touch. Momentarily watching her, enjoying the show, he lay down between her legs and softly kissed her taught stomach. Working his way up her abdomen, between the valley of her breasts, and eventually to each nipple individually, she was soon moaning and writhing in pleasure and anticipation. Continuing his breast play for several minutes, lightly stimulating every inch of her magnificent globes, it soon became apparent how horny she was by the sweet aroma emanating from her womanhood. He shifted himself higher, kissed her sweetly on the lips, and gently eased his cock into her pussy.

"I love you," he whispered as he penetrated her, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Oh, god..." she gasped. "I... love you... too. I love... everything about you..."

As he gradually increased the speed of his thrusting, she continued to gush over him. "I love your arms... they keep me safe... and warm. I love... your strong chest," she said, running her hands over his pectorals. "It's better than any pillow imaginable. I love your lips... not just what they do to me, but how they always tell me how loved and important I am to you." Her words were having exactly their intended effect, spurring him into more passionate strokes.

"But most of all... I love your eyes," she continued. "When I look into your eyes... I see a man who could do and be anything, yet chooses a simpler life, a life that, in its simplicity, brings greater joy to him and those he loves than any fame or fortune he might ever acquire. They are the eyes... of the man whose children I want to have... someday."

Mike could barely control himself. She sure knew how to drive him wild, yet knowing that she meant every word she said only made his desire for her increase exponentially. He, however, wasn't done yet. He knew he could wish for more stamina, but that wasn't what he wanted to do tonight. Slowing his thrusting, he placed her hands on his shoulders. As he secured her in his own arms, he smiled and whispered, "Hold tight."

Rolling to his right side, she squealed and laughed as she suddenly found herself on top of him, his cock still imbedded inside her. "Impressive... most impressive," she mused with an enormous grin on her face.

Melody slowly began to ride him, edging him back from his near orgasm as she focused on simply keeping hard for the moment. As she braced her arms on his chest, Mike slowly ran his fingers over her soft hands.

"I love your hands... they're so soft, so delicate," he said, resolving to drive her as crazy as she had just driven him. "Anything they touch... is instantly put at ease. I love your arms... anything wrapped in them feels your complete love and affection," he ran his fingers up her arms and shoulders before playfully squeezing her jiggling breasts. "My admiration for these is... highly obvious, so I'll keep moving for now," he said as she giggled.

He cupped her cheeks in his hands, repeating her earlier words. "But most of all... I love your eyes. They shine with each new experience you have in this life. The more you explore... the more you discover everything this world has to offer you... the brighter they shine. Your eyes... they are the eyes of unlimited potential. The eyes of a girl, once bound as a slave, now discovering the wonders... of freedom."

Melody was absolutely speechless. She knew he loved her, but this was the first time he had truly vocalized how deep his adoration for her ran. He didn't care one bit that she was a creature of immense magical power; he only cared for her as a person, for her safety and her future. They could be making love in a ratty college dorm room right now, and it wouldn't matter; he would still love her all the same. Continuing to grind his hard cock with her pussy, she leaned over him, squishing her breasts against his chest, and kissed him deeply with every fiber of her being.

As they kissed, he held her tightly and surprised her once more by deftly rolling back on top of her, his member never exiting her tunnel. His strokes were now deliberate, strong, and yet always gentle. He moderately thrust into her for what seemed like years, but still felt like it would end all too soon. For over an hour they kissed, they laughed, and they shut the entire world out. They only wanted each other in those moments. As they finally climaxed, their faces glowing with sheer joy, Mike collapsed beside Melody, cradling her face in his hands and stroking her hair softly. After no less than fifteen minutes, Melody finally broke their silence.

"So, we have some planning to do. When do we go to the beach?" she asked.

His smile a mile wide, he replied, "Well, my rehearsals are done for the summer. Why don't you get your phone and see when you have a break in your jobs?"

"Will do." She kissed him sweetly and slid out of bed, her glorious rear bouncing as she walked to the living room.

Hearing her stop to use the restroom before returning, Mike pulled up his iPad to check his email quickly. There were the usual ads and sales being advertised, but he did find one particularly important email from that afternoon. Opening it, his heart skipped a few beats as he read the contents.

Mr. Braxton, this is Robert from Solomon Brothers. This email is being sent to inform you that the engagement ring you purchased is ready for pick-up. Please come by at your earliest convenience. Thank you, and congratulations.

He closed the iPad and placed it back in the drawer of his nightstand as he heard Melody returning with her phone. She casually asked, "Get anything important?"

Grinning secretly to himself, he replied, "Nope. Nothing at all."