The next morning, Samia woke. She looked over and found Melinir still in bed beside her. She’d half expected him to have left without saying a word, he seemed that type.
It felt so good to be free of that slut tattoo. She smiled to herself, wondering how to thank him for removing it. She already knew the best way.
She shuffled under the covers, her body perpendicular to his as he still slept. She took his flaccid cock in her mouth.
His eyes fluttered open as her lips wrapped around his shaft, his breath hitched in his throat. She knew this was how to say thank you to him. She wanted to give him this one last gift before he left, and she would do it with her mouth.
Melinir moaned softly, his hips bucking slightly as she suckled his cock. It was stiffening and growing, rapidly filling her mouth, filling her with a sense of pride and satisfaction. She loved knowing that she had the ability to arouse him so deeply.
She began to bob her head, taking him deeper into her throat with each pass. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum. She wanted to pleasure him in a way that would ensure he never forgot her, that he would remember this moment for the rest of his life.
Samia didn't need words. She knew how to express her gratitude, and she enjoyed every moment of it. She didn't want him to leave, not yet, but she also knew that she couldn't keep him forever.
Melinir moaned softly, his hands running through her hair, fingertips scratching her scalp gently.
"Samia," he whispered, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "Oh, my dear, you are exquisite."
She smiled around his cock, feeling a rush of pleasure in her own body. She wanted to keep this going for as long as possible, to savour every moment of his pleasure.
She ran her hands up his thighs, feeling the muscles flexing under her touch. His cock felt and tasted so good.
She could feel his cock growing harder in her mouth, the tip swelling as it throbbed against the back of her throat; she'd sucked enough dick now that she no longer gagged. Melinir's breaths were becoming ragged, and she could sense his desire building.
Samia knew that she was close to bringing him to the edge of an orgasm, and she was determined to push him over it. She started to move her head in a faster rhythm, her tongue darting out to lick and tease his most sensitive spot.
She wanted to make him feel every ounce of pleasure she could, so she increased her pace, sucking and licking with all her might.
