They say the course of true love never runs smooth, and that’s certainly been the experience for Alex and Mel. Fear drove them away from each other, and tragedy almost tore them apart forever. In a continuation of the love affair between Alex and Melody, we join the pair right where Lex’s Melody left off, and this time we get to hear the tale through their own words in this first person narrative.
What does fortune now hold for the lovers, can they settle down and have the future together that they both deserve, or will old fears be renewed and threaten to pull them apart again?
Only time will tell!
Melodic Minor, Belfast
Bound Novella #1
AMAZON US / UK
Copyright © 2015 Leigh Stone
All rights reserved.
I woke, as I seemed to most mornings now, in a tangle of limbs with the gorgeous
woman I seemed to share so much of my life with these days. She was lying on
her side with her back to me, her right leg stretched out behind her over mine.
My cock was already hard and jutting out against her. I couldn’t resist her; I
wrapped my arm over her and moved tight against her back, my hand seeking out her breast, and my lips on her neck.
A low throaty groan escaped from her as she slept. Her eyes started to flutter
open as I kept up my attention. She absently rolled more on to her front. I moved
my hand from her breast, to her ass, rubbing over her skin, before allowing
myself to graze my fingers over her asshole and down to her pussy. My fingers
found her wet and I couldn’t resist rubbing over her clit. Her head rolled over to
face me, and she opened her eyes with a grin.
“Good morning, Jellybean.” I grinned.
“Mmmmm,” she hummed, “seems like it might be.” When my fingers grazed over
her clit again, she bit her bottom lip and hummed in satisfaction. I didn’t want to
wait any longer, I nudged her legs apart with my knees as I shifted my weight,
and nestled myself between her thighs from behind. My dick knew where it
wanted to go, and it bobbed against her asshole, while I reached for the drawer
of the bedside table, where I knew I would find lubricant.
“Alex!” she exclaimed in a hushed tone. “Juliet’s in the house!”
I grinned down at her. “Then, you’ll just have to keep quiet, won’t you?” I
smirked and pressed my cock into the crack of her backside, rubbing it between
her ass cheeks. I shuffled back, squirting the lube over my cock, and fingers
before rubbing it against Mel’s asshole. She gasped as I pushed one finger into
her, slowly twisting it, pulling and pushing in slow strokes. She moaned loudly
when I slipped a second finger in to join it, and pushed her face into the pillow,
trying to stay quiet, in case our houseguest heard her. When her hips started to
lift every time I thrust my fingers into her, I knew that she was more than ready
for me. I lined the head of my heavy prick against her tight little hole. I held my
breath and I pushed against her, demanding entry, feeling her push up against
me needing me to take her. There was a moment of pressure before her body
gave in and allowed me to penetrate her. I sank in slowly, not releasing my
breath until I had managed to slide all the way in, right down to my balls, in one
smooth stroke. I paused suddenly realising, that this was going to take just as
much control for me, as it was for Mel, to be able to keep quiet enough so Juliet
would remain unaware of what was going on while she was in the house. I
savoured the feeling of being balls deep in Mel’s delicious ass before starting to
slowly ease myself in and out in a slow and torturous pace. Mel’s hips rose to
meet me with every thrust, tempting me to take her hard instead of the sensuous
tempo I was using.
She shifted slightly, lifting herself on her knees, allowing her the fraction of
mobility she needed to crash back against me with my next drive. A moan
rumbled out of me and she pushed back again on the next stroke. I gripped her
hips and pulled her with me as I lifted us both to our knees: Mel with her face
down and her ass up, me in a kneeling stance behind her with my dick still
buried deep inside her. She had done what she always did; she had pushed me to
my limits and beyond. Now, all I wanted to do was drive into her mercilessly. I
moaned again at the feeling of pushing hard into her ass, my thighs slapping on
the backs of her legs as I did.
I pulled back almost completely withdrawing from her, before I raised my hand
and cracked it down on her backside hard. “Wanton little slut,” I murmured, as I
drove back into her. I heard the little muffled shriek from the pillow and I
smacked her backside again. I could see her breathing get faster, I could feel her
body responding beneath me, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before she
came. I bit my lip, holding back the sounds that I wanted to make myself as I
drove into her over and over again, pushing her faster and faster to the brink.
Suddenly her back arched beneath me, and I felt her body convulse and pulse
around me. I heard her muffling the sounds that she was making, forcing her face
harder into the pillow. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I bit into my hand as I
released into her with one hard thrust.
When the climax that rocked through me had subsided, I smacked her on the
butt as I slowly withdrew from her, before lifting myself off the bed and heading
for the shower.
in a house I share with my teenage daughter, and our personal zoo (1 cat, 2
kittens, and 2 rabbits!).
I’m first and foremost a reader, and a fast reader at that, often devouring books
in a single sitting over a period of hours. I have always had aspirations to write
and become a published author, but as a teenager I was encouraged to look for a
different profession, as being an author “wouldn’t pay the bills.”
It was that reading that lead a friend of mine to suggest that I had read so many
of those books that I could probably write my own! It seemed like a good idea,
and I thought that I would give it a try 🙂 a few months later Lex’s Melody was
well underway, and the rest as they say is history!