As you writhe beneath her, Melissa's breath comes in ragged gasps, and her own orgasm explodes through her. Her fingers curl tightly around your sensitive flesh, milking your release as she comes apart with a shuddering moan.

Her grip on your mouth eases, and you gasp for air as the weight of her body presses down on yours. For several long moments, there is only the sound of their ragged breaths as they try to catch their breath.

When Melissa finally pulls her fingers free from you, she rolls off to the side, panting heavily. She looks down at your flushed face and smirks. "There," she says triumphantly. "Now aren't you glad we didn't play those stupid games?" Her hand idly trails up your body, cupping one of your breasts through your bra before pinching the nipple hard enough to make you gasp.

She snorts, amused by your eagerness to please her. "Alright then," she says with a small smile, running her fingers through your hair. "But don't forget who you're dealing with; I can be quite fickle when it comes to these things." Even as she teases him, however, there's a tiny part of her that feels guilty for leading him on like this. But she pushes those thoughts aside, preferring to enjoy the moment instead.

"So,"

she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "what are you planning on doing with me now?"