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“Melody, I can't breathe without you. I need you by my side, all of you, not just a piece.” He sighs into her hand. “But I know this is all you can give me right now. Hell, maybe this is all you will ever be able to give me.” He looks up into her eyes, brimming with emotion and turmoil. “I will remember these moments for the rest of my life.”
“Nash, I just don't think I can give you more than this, " she says, tears welling up in her eyes. "This isn't fair to you at all, is it?”
“I know you can't.” He says, a ball of emotion lodged in his throat. “But, can you do me a favor?” She nods.
“I need to kiss you, to feel your mouth on mine, at least once in my life. I need you to promise not to regret it." His voice tapers off as trepidation takes hold. "But, if you do, could you, maybe, keep it to yourself?” He pleads.
Tears fall over her cheeks, the salty streaks outlining her face, her eyes shining with clarity and resolution as she closes the space between them.
Melody pulls one leg over his body, lining their hips together. She is wearing his shirt. He won't ever get tired of seeing her in it, the large span of fabric kissing the backs of her thighs.
He brings his hand up, tracing the edge of the shirt with is fingers. His athletic shorts and her panties were the only thing keeping them apart. He leans in and captures her mouth in his.
It was simultaneously more than he could have asked for and not nearly enough.
They came together in a crash of need. She kissed him like this would be the last time, and maybe it was.
He grabbed her ass to pull her closer, deepening his kiss and sucking on her tongue. He wanted to feel her, to remember her just like this. Open and trusting.
Kissing down the column of her neck, she lets her hands explore his torso. His body shivers under her touch.
Pulling back, needing to say something. Anything, but she doesn't seem ready to let him go just yet.
She pulls him back in, grabbing roughly at his face. She nips and sucks down the side of his neck and shoulders. Breathing him in deeply, grinding her body over his a few times before groaning and kissing her way back up his neck and chin right back to his mouth. Their kisses are slower this time, exploring each other's mouths languidly.
Their time was up.
As if sensing the distance he was trying to put down, Melody lifts her face to look at him. She leans back on his thighs, his hands still holding her hips. She lifts her shirt off over her head in invitation.
He stares back at her. Confused by what she was offering. He can't go there. He needs to stop this. She doesn't want him.
She moves to stand. Legs still straddling him and placing her hand on his shoulder for balance as she takes off her underwear. Then, moving to sit on his lap once more.
“If this is the last time we get to be together. Like this. Then I'm going to need a little more than a makeout sesh to get be through it.” She replies to his silent inquiry.
He doesn't need it to be spelled out for him. She wanted his dick and dear God, was he going to give it to her.
He doesn't even care if she regrets it because he is going to take anything she can give and hope it lasts a lifetime in his head.
Melody
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Nash pulls her closer, leaning on the backboard, her breasts right at eye level. He takes one into his mouth, and that's all the invitation she needs. She takes this as his assent, his way of giving her what she needs. And what she needs is to fuck his brains out right now.Grinding her body against his frantically, he meets her thrusts with his own, like he needs this just as much as she does.
Letting his hands roam her body freely, the morning light filtering in, giving the room a dream-like quality. A dream she hoped would last for an eternity.
His fingers make their way to her pussy, and she cries out. Rubbing her body over his in a sensual rhythm, wanton. She pops her breast out his mouth and moves her way down his body, pulling off his shorts.
His eyes are hooded, and his lips are slightly parted and swollen. He is a beautiful man. His erection juts out, and she eyes it hungrily. He reaches for her then, pulling her up and over him again. His dick settled in behind her, nestled between the globes of her ass.
“If you suck my cock right now, I'm gonna finish way too fast. What I really want, Melody, is to come deep inside you. I want you to feel my pleasure drip from your pussy for days.” Then, so quietly, she almost misses it. “I want you to remember me for as long as possible, always.” He leans down to kiss her shoulder.
“Take control, Melody. Take what you need from me.” And she does, lifting her hips as he holds his cock up to meet her, taking a deep breath she sheaths herself completely.
A hiss escapes him as he leans his head against the bedframe, the column of his throat exposed. She leans over to suck on his neck. She bites and licks at him, rubbing her hands all over his torso and arms. It’s like she couldn't help herself. Like all the things she wanted to do but held herself back from doing, she did it all while riding his dick like a goddess. And the way he is looking at her makes her feel like one.
Her pace and rhythm are full of intent, chasing her orgasm. His hands are squeezing her ass, and he is mumbling incoherently, his fingers grabbing at her skin with just as much fervor, slipping into her pussy and ass like he didn't know where to touch first or what to do with himself.
