Healing Melody by Priya Grey, Ozlo Grey Page A

surprised he guessed right. Charles Mingus was an old-school jazz musician from the fifties and sixties.
    “Yeah,” I say with a nod.
    “Cool.” Kade raises Mingus and looks into his puppy eyes. “You’ve got a cool name after a cool dude, buddy.” Mingus returns the compliment by lathering Kade’s face with his tongue. Kade chuckles and lowers Mingus to the floor. When he straightens up, our eyes meet. I feel an electric shock. That’s what his gaze does to me. It’s like sex lightning!  
    I take a deep breath to calm myself and continue walking toward the bedroom; Mingus follows close behind.
    It’s been so long since I’ve had a man in my company – since I’ve felt a masculine presence in my home. I miss it. And even if I have to pay for it, I’ll treasure it tonight.  
    When I get to the door, I turn around. “Okay, he can’t follow us into the bedroom.”
    Kade looks down at the puppy and shrugs. “Sorry dude, she’s the boss.”
    Mingus whimpers as we close the bedroom door on him. Once inside my room, I walk over to the stereo and put on music – to drown Mingus’s whimpers from the hallway.
    “ In This Special Place ,” says Kade, recognizing the song.
    “One of my favorite albums,” I reply.  
    “Good fucking music, that’s for sure,” he says with an appreciative nod.
    As the music fills the room, we stare at each other silently.  
    “So, how should we do this?” I ask, feeling a nervous knot in my stomach start to grow.
    He takes a few slow steps forward.  
    “Would you feel more comfortable with the lights turned off?” he asks.  
    I nod gratefully. He walks over to the light switch and flicks it off. The moonlight streaming in through my bedroom window is now the only source of illumination. My guard comes down as comfort seeps in.  
    “Let’s start off slow,” he says as he returns to where I’m standing. “Why don’t you just lay back on the bed and let me do all the work.”
    I like the sound of that. I take a seat on the bed and look up at him. Kade slowly slips off his t-shirt. I practically drool over the muscles rippling in his stomach then admire his chiseled chest. I haven’t felt the hard body of a man in so long. He unbuckles his belt.
    The nervous knot in my stomach eases and my body begins tingling with anticipation of what’s to come.
    Kade kicks off his chucks and pulls down his jeans. The only thing standing between his cock and me are a pair of white boxer briefs. My excitement grows. As I admire the tattoos running up his arms, I notice the portrait of a young boy tattooed on Kade’s chest. The boy is smiling, a wide happy grin. I’m about to compliment the artwork, but then Kade steps toward me.  
    I notice his cock shift under his briefs. He reaches and pulls down his boxers. My heart catches in my throat at the sight of his impressive manhood. Instantly, my sex pulsates with need. Any hesitation I had disappears at the sight of his gorgeous cock.  
    I haven’t been properly fucked in what feels like forever. I want it badly. I eagerly take his shaft in my hand, tugging on it. It grows harder with my caress. I raise my eyes and look up at Kade.
    “You’re blessed,” I tell him.
    “Thanks,” he says with a slow, satisfied smile.
    Slowly, I begin stroking his cock. It grows even larger. My eyes widen. I haven’t had a cock this big in a really long time. And his is the perfect girth and size. I feel my pussy getting wetter just thinking about him sliding inside me.  
    I lean forward, desperately wanting to take his gorgeous shaft in my mouth. But I stop myself. I can’t. Not with this mask on. It’s covering my entire face. I lower my head in disappointment.
    “This fuckin’ mask,” I mutter.
    Kade senses my frustration because he responds, “Don’t worry. We can work around it.”
    He reaches down, offering me his hand. I take it and stand back up.
    “I thought we agreed that I’d do all the work anyway,” he says.
    He slowly