Page 80 of A Tragic Melody

“Tues,” I groan, rolling over to face her. “Please don’t.”

“It’s okay,” she moans softly. “You don’t need to touch yourself for me, but I can’t help myself.” Her hips rock as her hand is down her panties.

“Yeah?” I whisper.

“Yeah.” She nods, her eyes glancing at me. “I’ve never pictured someone else, not until you.” Her voice cracks. “But no one has ever…oh,” she gasps. My hand reaches out, resting on her stomach. Her eyes sparkle as they look up at me. “I’ve never wanted someone like I want you.” Her breath hitches. “You make me insane.”

“You do worse to me,” I say, pulling her hand from her panties.

“Hey…” she gasps, but I roll between her legs. “Wyatt?” She looks down at me.

I tug her panties down her leg, and she helps by kicking them off her legs.

I kiss her thighs as I spread them apart. The tampon string does little to curve my appetite right now.

“Wait…” She breathes out. “What…”

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask softly, pressing kisses against her inner thigh. “I will if you tell me to, but you have to tell me to. Tues, please, tell me to.”

“I can’t.” Her voice cracks. “I want it too much. Please.”

My mouth drops to her clit, tongue flicking against it.

“Fuck.” Her back arches.

My mouth latches around it. I suck softly, listening to her breathing come out in tiny little murmurs.

When I suck harder, her hand drops to my head.

“Yes. Like that. Please.”

My cock is so hard it hurts right now. It’s pressed into my bunk as I suck on her clit. Her hips rock into my face as her fingers tug on my hair.

“Wyatt. Fuck.”

Her legs shake as an orgasm rips through her. Her moans are muffled by her other hand as she pulls on my hair. Her leg hooks over my shoulder, keeping me locked between her thighs.

“Oh God,” she pants as I soften my sucking for a moment. “Wyatt. Oh.” Her body sags. Her leg starts to slip from my shoulder, but I reach up, keeping it in place. “More?” she asks softly. I look up, meeting her eyes and nod. “Soft?” I nod again.

Her pussy leaks. I don’t even care if it’s mixed with blood at this point, I’m not ready to be done with her, not until she wants me to be.

I’m doomed, and sealing my fate with my face buried in her cunt, but fuck it. What a way to go.

I make her come two more times before she starts squirming.

“No more,” she whimpers. “Please.”

I pull my lips off her clit, rising to my knees. My eyes gaze over her body. Her tight little tank top has been pushed up just under her tits. Her mouth hangs open as she pants. A thin layer of sweat covers her forehead. Her eyes are shut, and her hair is a mess.

My cock hurts with how hard it is. I would fuck her now if she’d let me, and that’s a dangerous place to be. My hand moves towards it, but I stop it. I’m not doing that. I can’t.

Her eyes open, smokey irises stare up at me as a goofy smile stretches across her face. It shouldn’t make me as proud as it does, but I’m exalted. The idea of her feeling good makes me feel too fucking happy.

“Your turn?” she asks, pushing up on her elbows.

“No. Now you leave.”

“You should see your face right now.” She laughs. “Covered in me.”