No, you cannot.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" You hear Melody cry out as she pumps her hips into her hand. Her sexy body is drenched in sweat and her legs and arms are quivering from her masturbation. Her eyes close for a few seconds at a time, but she opens them right back up to watch you stroke your cock.

You know you were turning her on, but the implication don't quite settle in your mind. Your brain is too fogged up with your own arousal, both from watching Melody pleasure herself and from knowing you were making her hornier. You almost can't make sense of anything except you wanted this to keep going. And that you wanted more. You wanted HER. Your mouth begins to move without your brain's permission.

"Melody..." You say between panting.

"W-hat, Jack?" She asks, prying her eyes from your penis so she could meet your eyes.

"I...I can't do this anymore." You say to her. Her arousal-tinted eyes fill with worry.

"No!" She cries out. "Please don't stop! Not when I am sooo close!"

"That's not what I meant." You reply. "I can't sit by and watch you masturbate anymore. I want you so bad! I want to feel you. I want to taste you." Her eyes widen at your words and her mouth hangs open a bit. "Please, Melody..." You gulp and await her response.

She looks at you dumbfounded for a second, then exhales sharply. "Oh, thank GOD!" She exclaims. "It's about time, Jack! I thought I was going to explode before you made a move!"

"Before I...what?" You ask, momentarily confused.

"Oh, I'll tell you later! Now is not the time for exposition!" She moves her hand away from her pussy as if inviting you the glistening wetness between her spread legs. "Now is the time for you to give me what I've been waiting all night for!"