Melody Of Love

Trying To Save Water

s****l CONTENT AHEAD! IF YOU ARE BELOW 18 YEARS AGE, I REQUEST YOU TO KINDLY SKIP THIS CHAPTER.   

Michael’s POV

“Baby, I gotta go to the studio.” Rose was busy rummaging through her clothes.

“Oh, when will you be back?” She asked, turning around to look at me.

“I don’t know. It depends on the work.” I answered, walking towards her.

“Oh.” I saw the disappointment on her face, but she immediately hid it.

“Well, I have an hour before I need to go. Why don’t you accompany me? I’m going to take a shower.” Her eyes widened before she bit down on her lip. I lifted her in my arms in bridal style. A gasp escaped her lips.

“Put me down, Michael. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“It’s a great idea. I’m trying to save water.” I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I put her down, and she started to look around nervously. So cute!

“Well, darling…” I started moving closer to her while she kept backing away from me. She kept backing away until her back met with the wall.

“Mi-Michael.” She stuttered, looking to the side. She started to move away from my side, but I placed my hand on either side of her head, completely trapping her. I started unbuttoning my shirt with one hand, without breaking eye contact. I removed my shirt and threw it away before placing both my hands back on the wall again.

Her eyes moved to my chest and stayed there for what seemed an eternity. Her cheeks were turning pink, and her eyes were trying hard not to meet mine. It was not hard to notice.

“Like what you're seeing?”

Her eyes snapped to meet mine, and by now, her cheeks were beat red. I wanted to see how far that blush went.

“I think this i-is a bad i-idea.” She breathed out as I lean in, brushing my nose against hers.

“What is?”

“This-us bathing to-together.”

“Is it?” I raised an eyebrow, smirking. I brushed my nose against her cheek, making her close her eyes at the contact. I turned the shower on, and a gasp escaped her lips. She moved closer to me, hiding her face in my chest. I put a hand under her chin, making her look at me before kissing her. She snaked her hands around my neck, while I pulled her more into me. She opened her mouth, and I gladly enter inside her, tasting her.

I moved my hands to the knot of her wet nightgown, which was clinging to her body before removing and tossing it to the side. I broke the kiss and look down at her, who was standing in nothing but a b*a and panties. She started moaning loudly, as I continued to place soft kisses on her neck. I unclasped her b*a before dumping it in the pile of wet clothes.

Her n*****s turned hard under the cold water. I gulped, suddenly feeling my throat dry. I held her breasts in my palm, kneading, and pinching them. I took one of her n*****s into my mouth, l*****g and sucking it.

“Michael…Oh my God!”

 I started to play with her n*****s with both my tongue and my fingers, and I could feel the effect my touch is having on her body. I can feel the heat coming off her body, even in a cold shower. And her moans were making me hard for her. I released her n****e with a pop and slowly trailed my hand towards the south while kissing her lips. I slowly spread her legs, before slipping her panties down.

“Are you wet, baby?” I asked, but before she could respond, my fingers reached her slit. Wet, soft, and hot. A silent gasp escaped from her lips. I started to rub her in figure eight, giving special attention to her throbbing c**t, and also making sure to maintain our eye contact. Her breathing started to increase, coming out in short gasps.

She was close. I could tell it, the green in her eyes became more, and it looked like sea green. I kissed her hard on her lips, swallowing her every moan as she came. I continued to place feather-light kisses on her face and waited for her to relax. She slowly opened her eyes, and I brought my fingers and licked them clean. Her eyes darkened at my actions before she stood on her toes and kissed me.

“We better take a shower. I don’t know how long I control myself from having my way with you.” A blush crept on her face hearing me before she turned away and brought some shower gel. I took the shower gel and started washing her body. Once I was done, I cleaned myself before carrying her out of the bathroom. I choose a white dress for her before going to change.

By the time I came out of the changing room, she was nowhere to be found. I went to the dining table to find her in the kitchen, helping the maids in preparing breakfast. She working in the kitchen after our makeout session. Perfect Life. We ate our breakfast in silence. It was not an awkward silence, it was just quiet.

By the time I reached the studio, Lio was talking to Rebecca. She’s a great songwriter. She wrote two songs on my Vicious album and was here today to discuss a new song with me.

“Hey, Rebecca.” I hugged her.

“Hey, Mikey. I saw the newspaper today. Congratulations.” She genuinely smiled at me.

“Thank you.”

“So when do I get to meet your wife?”

“If everything goes well, soon. Rose would love to meet you.” I smiled to myself thinking about Rose and how our relationship progressed. I was happy how things turned out after I proposed to her.

“Look at your face. You're so whipped.” Rebecca laughed out. We spend some time talking about Rose, my upcoming tour, and then she played the recording of the song she wrote. It is a beautiful song. The song went like this:

I’d say no to the angels for being with my baby

I’d say no to the heavens, Heaven can wait

I don’t want to leave you no matter what

What good can heaven be without you with me

This song described exactly what I was feeling for Rose. I don’t want to let go of her, not even for the sake of the heavens. I want to live a long, happy life with her. I want to hold her every night going to sleep, wake up to see her beautiful face, kiss her, and cherish every moment with her. I can't even think about my life without her. She became a very intricate part of my life, weaving herself into the very fabric of my being. What good can heaven be without her?

“I loved it. It’s gonna be on my next album.”

I thanked Rebecca for writing such a wonderful song for me, which depicted my feelings for the love of my life. I looked at the clock to see it was 6 in the evening. I didn’t realize how fast time flew away. I sent off Rebecca before rushing back home. Rose would be waiting.