My Alien Love (14 page)

       “No man's made love to and impregnated a woman like Melody before either.”  Mark wanted to take his statement back when he remembered their fellow traveler's deceased wife.  He breathed a sigh of relief when Jon didn't appear to remember this.

       “That's it!  Last night was indescribable.  We both knew something wonderful had happened!”  Jon finally left the mirror went into the other bathroom and started running the shower.  He called out, “Mark, meet us downstairs for breakfast.”

       “I've already eaten, but I'll have coffee with you.”

       Jonathan showered singing loudly.  This was going to be a great day.

       Melody ate, but she kept jumping any time someone made a noise.  She was anxiously looking for the delivery truck.  When Jonathan mentioned that they could go shopping, she
almost
agreed.  He really laughed then.

       Finally the truck arrived but not until Jonathan had someone call and asked them where were they?

       Melody decided that an area in the corner of the den would be better for her, she didn't want to feel isolated from the rest of the house.  After they set up the drafting table to her liking, she had some men rearrange the room.  When she was through, it was perfect for her.

       Jonathan had stayed out of her way seeing that she was in total control of the situation.  This pleased him, she definitely knew how she wanted things and insisted the workers do it right.

       A maid had brought her a sandwich around
three o'clock
, but she had just nibbled at it.  She was engrossed in her sketches. 

       Having examined the dining room again, an idea was formed.     Jonathan loved the beach and water so much she wanted the entire house to take on a tropical island look.  That way it would blend with the gardens, which were magnificent.  Like it was, you went from the lovely tropical gardens to a stiffer interior not unlike a Victorian home. 

       She wanted the house to flow, from room to room.  The only room she wouldn't change was Mark's room.  His should show his own personality.  She already knew what Jonathan's tastes seemed to be, she just had a gut feeling about it.

       Melody walked out to the veranda and found Jonathan leaning back in a chair with his long legs propped up on the banister that wrapped around the area.

       “A penny for your thoughts,” she said as she tilted him further back and kissed his lips.

       “Hi, darling, I've been missing you.”  Straightening his position he pulled her around and tugged her onto his lap.  “How about us going for a swim?  That swimsuit you designed yesterday was brought over this morning.”

       “It was?”  She was happily surprised, she hadn't thought about it since she drew it.

       “It's laying on our bed.”  Then with a slightly worried look, “I hope you like the material I picked out, it's white like you wanted.  But, I had no idea white swimsuit material could come in so many textures and shades of white.”

       “My Jonny, you're so wonderful and thoughtful . . . and handsome . . . and loving . . . and v-e-r-y sexy,” she whispered while feeling extremely pleased with him.

       He looked around to make sure no one was near as he slid his hand up under her blouse and started caressing her. 

       “Let me go help you put it on,” he grinned with smiling eyes.  “Sweetheart, I've really been missing you.”  He nuzzled her neck and began to softly blow his hot breath into her ear.

       She smiled at him.  “I'm sorry, my love.  I guess I have been overly occupied with my sketches, let me make it up to you.”  She was pulling his arms to make him get up.

       “Oh, that's okay.  If you rather sketch than spend time with a man who needs you so badly, I'll just sit out here and suffer,” he teased, knowing he already had her interested.

       She saw his game so she sat back down on his lap and began to drive him crazy.

       “Oh, woman,” he finally said huskily, “you do know how to turn a mild mannered man into a roaring tiger!” 

       “Yes, but at least he has velvet claws.”  When she looked into his eyes and saw them turning back to violet again she feared she wouldn't be able to get him up the stairs.

       “Jon, sweetheart, let's go on up to bed.”

       “Nooo, I like it right here.”  He was trying to pull her skirt up.

       “Jonathan, there's people around here!”

       “They know better than to bother a couple on their honeymoon.  Besides, there's the pool.”  With that he picked her up and toted her through the garden to the pool.  He saw that she kept looking at the back of the house worriedly.  He picked up a phone on a table, punched some numbers and said, “Screen the back windows, turn on the alarm and no one is to go in the back garden.”

       Turning to Melody he said, “I had you scared, didn't I?”

       “Jon, I thought . . . I was afraid.  Oh, who cares, come here my personal hunk of love slave!”

       Taking her clothes off her, he then quickly stripped himself.  Stepping into the cool pool just made her more excited as his hot hands began their dance over her body.  He did things with the touch of his hands and fingers that he hadn't tried before.  Her desire to please him caused her to try a few new things as well.  She teased him until she knew she couldn't hold back any longer.  His response was almost violent in his maddened urgency to possess her body. 

       “Ohhh, you really
are
a tiger,” she murmured as he claimed her swifter than he ever had before.

       “You make me one . . . and you know it.  You're a vixen, driving this poor, love sick man insane with your gorgeous, taunting  body!”

       “Do you want me to stop?” she teased holding her body perfectly still.

       He bit her lip slightly then explored her lips and tongue with his own.  Her response was immediate, which caused him to smile to himself.

       “Where, Mister Jonathan Jontu, did you learn to do that?”  Her breath was ragged, “I certainly didn't teach you . . . I gave you . . . your first . . . kiss . . . remember?”

       “My sweet precious dove, if you will be very sweet to me for just a few more minutes . . . I
might
tell you.”  Jonathan was thrilled that he had aroused both her body and her mind with that unique kiss.

       All questions and talk flew out of her head as he proceeded to be very sweet to her in return.

       As they relaxed in the pool afterward, she suddenly remembered.

       “J-o-n-n-y,” she teased, looking upset.  “What made you kiss me like that?”

       Wanting to peak her curiosity further, he just smiled and asked, “So, you liked that, huh?”

       “Well, normally I wouldn't have enjoyed it quite that much but, yes, when you did it, my toes curled.”

       With a shocked face he asked, “You mean another man has kissed you like that before?!”

       Seeing how upset he was she didn't know if she should tell him or not, she chose to take a middle ground.  “Some men have tried.  I just never thought that I would like it much.”  Seeing his face turn red with what looked like rage she added, “No man has ever kissed me like
that
before, Jonathan.”

       “If another man dares to touch you ever again, I’ll kill him!”

       “Sweetheart, you are my whole heart and soul, I'd never let anyone touch me like that.”  She pressed herself up against him feeling his immediate response.  “How about you doing that to me, one more time?”

       She felt his lips on hers, he started to hesitate, but as her hand touched him in all the right places he began to search her mouth, when she returned with the same, his excitement ballooned.  She soon made him forget his jealousy. 

       It was almost ten at night when they left the pool, water logged and satisfied.  Their lovemaking had proven to be out of the ordinary once again.

       Jonathan was back with his usual good humor and Melody was excited about having her decorating job to do.

       “Supper!”  Jonathan exclaimed as he stood watching her hair blow in the wind.  “We forgot supper!”

       “Jon, it's not a disaster.  Let's go eat if you're hungry.”

       Picking her up and whirling her around he said, “Not for me, for you.”

       “Jonathan, the world doesn't revolve around food.  Anyway,” she grinned sexily, “you're my meat and potatoes.”        

       “I wish to the Planets I were, then I'd never worry.  Let's go see what they prepared.”  Holding his arm around her waist they walked up the steps to the porch.

       Seeing the phone he decided it was time for her to learn how to handle their security.  Handing the phone to her he said, “Dial four, two, one then tell them to un-screen the back windows, turn off the inside perimeter alarms and unlock the back door.”

       Melody felt a little nervous and very silly as she did as Jon had told her.  Then she said into the phone, “Mark? Is that you?”

       Mark opened the door with the phone in his hand as he said, “Yes, my Lady, it's me.”

       There she stood looking embarrassed.  “Do you do everything?” she asked in stunned surprise.

       With a mock frown he said, “Yes, ole Jon just works me like a galley slave.”  Laughing he added, “The chef has been a handful, he had supper ready at seven like you ordered,”  he looked purposely at Jonathan.  “But, he's fussed and fussed about it losing its flavor while he's been keeping it warm.”

       As they walked into the dining room the pleasant aromas met their noses.  “It smells fantastic!  What did you order Jon?”  Melody inquired.

       “Just something that's loaded with calcium, protein and sugar,” he answered as he helped her into a chair.

       “Okay, whatever it is, I'm starving, bring it on!”

       Roast beef, mashed potatoes, glazed carrots and sweet rolls were the main course.  She wasn't offered any salad, just creamed wild mushroom soup, as a starter.

       When it was time for dessert to come around, she was stuffed.  “I don't think I can take another bite.”  But as they were served small individual chocolate mousse cups she was able to finish off the entire meal.

       She went into the kitchen to thank the chef.  She was surprised to find he was one of Jon's people.  The man was thrilled that she had enjoyed the meal so much.  After a moment, she asked him to prepare something special for breakfast, it would be a surprise for Jon and Mark.  He happily agreed and said that they would have the cart ready outside her bedroom at
nine o’clock
tomorrow morning.