You kiss her

This admission from Melody is enough to send you pushing your head towards her, your heart skipping a beat about halfway through the mansion as your mind finally catches up to what your body has now endeavoured to do.

Your fears that the kiss that you’re about to offer her will be the kind of intimate action that’ll serve to remind Melody of just what the two of you are doing and prompt her to pull away means that in the end you’re only willing to provide her with the sort of weak peck on the lips that is nothing like you wanted your first kiss to be.

Suddenly, Melody’s fingers have slid in amongst your hair and she fixes your head between her hands before lunging herself at you with enough **** that the chair on which you’re sitting is in danger of toppling over as her response to your exploratory peck is to offer you a kiss that’s more reckless and more informed by desire than anything you’ve ever really been capable of imagining, with pressing her curvaceous body as tight as possible against yours while rhythmically pumping her sex up and down on your erect cock.

Your initial reaction to the ferocity of Melody’s kissing is to sit completely still with your legs and arms tensing up as a tingling sensation spreads through your body until you feel like your about to burst, at which point you begin to kiss back, wrestling her tongue with your own as you push yourself forwards until you’re no longer supported by the back of your chair, your hands clutching hold of the flimsy fabric of Melody’s shirt before sliding down to caress the bare skin of the small of her back as you thrust your cock up against her sex.

In the end, the onset of her climax means that Melody is **** to break off the kiss and bend her head down so that her mouth is right next to your ear, allowing you luxury of hearing the way in which she’s breathing fast as both her throat and her mouth quivers quite frantically, her whole body shuddering against yours and her hands now clutching your shoulders.

Melody’s weight as she leans down against you pushes you back onto the chair, with it producing a squeaking noise just before she finally shoots out a light, clear groan from the back of her throat.

The fact that it’s thanks to you that Melody is now panting and trembling her way through a long climax is something which leaves you both stunned and fascinated at the same time, with your attention being so wholly focused on her that the pain caused by her fingers digging into the muscles on your arms doesn’t really register.

Eventually, and even though you don’t want it to, Melody’s orgasm has to come to an end, and she slumps down on top of you with her head resting on your shoulder, leaving the two of you to sit there in shared silence, with her temporarily knocked-out by the climax that you’ve given her and you unwilling to contemplate the reasons for you getting the chance to do so, settling instead for simply holding her in a loose grip, your arms wrapped around the small of her back.

You’ve lost track of how much time that’s passed before Melody’s recuperated enough to actually do anything at all except rest on top of you, it might be seconds and it might be minutes, but she surprises you by turning her head so that she can kiss your neck before heaving herself up and giving your forehead a kiss as well.

“So…” Melody is the first of you to break the silence.

“Yeah…” you respond as you look up to see that she’s smiling at you, though it’s different enough from how she usually smiles at you that you find yourself incapable of figuring out what’s behind it. Either way, it serves to highlight how flushed her cheeks are in the wake of what you’ve just done.

“This is because of me, right?” Melody suddenly asks you, and then clarifies what she’s referring to by gently rubbing her wet pussy against your erect cock, something which causes both of you to produce some pretty breathless moaning.

“Uh-huh,” you nod your head and feel nonplussed. The two of you have already discussed your erection at far greater lengths than you would ever want to, so her question seems pretty redundant.

Apparently your confusion is easily detected, because Melody’s smile fades and is replaced by a more nervous look.

“No Jack, that’s not what I meant,” Melody informs you, “It’s because it’s me, right?”

“Oh…” you release a short gasp as you finally realize what exactly it is that Melody’s asking you, though you suspect that you’re going to have to come up with a more informative reply than that.