Thirty minutes later, Melanie dragged her lips from my throbbing cock once more, just as I reached the edge of orgasm. My hips bucked instinctively, trying to find her mouth to get that last bit of stimulation I needed to cum. Melanie just giggled in response.
"Have you had enough, baby?" Melanie asked coyly.
I didn't respond, having long since realized that my desperate pleas had little effect on her.
Melanie brought her face to mine, kissing me lightly on the cheek. "I need to hear you say it. Tell me how badly you need me. How badly you want me."
My throat sputtered as I looked into Melanie's eyes. "Please, Melanie, please! I'll do anything, I swear. Please just make me cum, I'll do anything."
"Of course you would, love. And it would feel so good to cum right now, wouldn't it?" Melanie straddled my tortured body, and I felt the wetness of her pussy bump softly against the head of my cock.
"Oh god, yes Melanie. It would feel so good." I felt myself slide effortlessly inside Melanie. I tried, agonizingly, to thrust my cock into her, but she pressed her weight down on my hips to prevent any further movement.
"But I do like you in this state," Melanie teased, as she slowly began to fuck me. She timed her thrusts perfectly, going slowly enough to ensure I wouldn't go over the edge, but fast enough to balance me on the cusp of delirium.
"How do I know that if you cum you won't decide that we should never do this again?"