The next morning, Mel wakes up to the sound of someone knocking at the door. She groans softly, rolling over to see you asleep beside her. A pang of guilt washes over her as she remembers what they're going to do to her soon; it feels so wrong to be cozy and warm in your bed when she should be out there, facing the consequences of her actions.

With a sigh, Mel pushes herself up onto her elbows and looks around for something to wear.

She finds some clean clothes in one of the drawers and slips them on before padding over to the door. Peeking through the peephole, she sees it's one of the orderlies from the hospital. She swallows hard, opening the door a crack. "Yes?"

The next morning, Mel wakes up to the sound of someone knocking at the door. She groans softly, rolling over to see you asleep beside her. A pang of guilt washes over her as she remembers what they're going to do to her soon; it feels so wrong to be cozy and warm in your bed when she should be out there, facing the consequences of her actions.

With a sigh, Mel pushes herself up onto her elbows and looks around for something to wear.

She finds some clean clothes in one of the drawers and slips them on before padding over to the door. Peeking through the peephole, she sees it's one of the orderlies from the hospital. She swallows hard, opening the door a crack. "Yes?"

"It's okay," she murmurs softly, brushing some sweaty hair away from your forehead. "But you can't keep doing things like this on your own. You need to let me help you." Her heart aches at the thought of losing you; she can't bear the idea of anything happening to you because you were trying to protect her or prove how tough you are.

"Please," she whispers, "let me take care of you from now on."

Mel's eyes widen in surprise as you whisper those words, her heart racing with a mix of fear and hope. "I-I love you too," she manages to choke out, the admission feeling both foreign and natural at the same time. She leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly, studying your face.

"So... what do we do now?" she asks quietly, her voice trembling just a little. "I mean, about us... and everything that's happened?"

Her heart is racing as you continue to peel away the tape, revealing her other nipple. The sensation is unlike anything she's felt before; it feels so good to have someone else touching her in this way. "Ahh... please, keep going..." she whispers, her hips beginning to rock back and forth instinctively. Her hands move from your hair, instead grasping at the fabric of your shirt, tugging gently as if urging you to get closer still.

Her breath hitches as you finally remove all the tape and she feels your warm fingers circling her nipples. "O-Oh..." She lets out a soft moan, arching into your touch even more. Her hands move to gently grasp at your shoulders, encouraging you to continue teasing her sensitive buds. "Don't stop... please?" The feeling is almost too much for her; she can tell it won't be long before she needs release from the pleasure.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you suggest finishing what they started earlier. The thought sends a thrill of anticipation racing through her, making her heart race even faster. "Oh," she says breathlessly, feeling a flush creep up her neck. "I... I'd like that."

Her head falls back against your shoulder as you kiss her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Mmm," she moans softly, arching into the touch. With each sweet caress of your lips, her desire for you grows only stronger, making it impossible to think about anything else but the way you make her feel.

"Oh..." she breathes out as your hand moves lower, cupping her through her underwear. Her hips press forward into your touch, seeking more contact with your skin. "That feels so good."

As she strokes you, Mel closes her eyes and focuses on the sensation of your hardness in her hand. She's never done anything like this before but it feels incredibly good, both for you and for herself. Her hips begin to move in small circles, grinding against your thigh as she continues to stroke you, her breath coming faster with each thrust.

Mel: "I-I want this... I want you..."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your precum spurt against her skin, coating her hand and sending a shockwave of pleasure through her body. She moans softly, unable to believe how good this feels, and redoubles her efforts, moving faster and harder against you. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each movement, and she knows that's making it even more difficult for you to resist.

Mel: "Oh God... Spade..."