Page 6 of Meeting Melody
I step in and kneel in front of one of the outlets, holding a flashlight between my teeth and unscrewing the plate. I fit another camera with audio. I want to know if she has guests staying over. I want to know what she wears when she sits at the easel. The angle is fine. Low, but… doable.
I click off the flashlight, resolved to do her room in the dark. Another challenge, but my heart picks up speed. I take a deep breath and carefully open her door.
There she is.
She’s asleep with just the sheet tangled around her lower half. She’s on her back, one arm above her head. The other is… lower. Under the sheet. Her hair is fanned across the pillow, and her tank top barely contains her breasts.
My body heats.
My cock reminds me that it’s there, growing stiff and pressing against my zipper.
Fuck. Even in almost total darkness, she’s the most perfect creature I’ve ever seen. I grit my teeth and force myself to move away from the edge of her bed. It would be so fucking easy to whip the sheets off her body, climb over her and thrust inside…
I shake that thought off, but my hand is already on my dick. I push my pants down to give myself room. I stroke my length slowly, a quiet groan slipping through my teeth. I’m going to come faster than I ever have, and I scour her floor for something to catch my load.
My attention snags on her hamper. A forgotten pair of panties.
I grab them, the silky material heaven on my fingers. I raise it to my nose and inhale her scent. My mouth waters, but I quickly wrap her panties in my other hand. Using it like a sheath to fuck my hand.
My balls tighten, and I hiss as I come. I hold her panties over the head of my dick, then wipe myself clean.
She lets out a breathy sigh, and her hand under the sheets moves lower. She rubs herself without even being aware of it. In her fucking sleep, no less. And I know she’s either thinking of me… or some dickwad boyfriend.
I want her to think of me.
I step forward before I can talk myself out of it, slowly dragging the sheet down to reveal her hand on her mound. Her legs are open, and if this room wasn’t so fucking dark, I’d be able to see the glisten of her cunt. I can smell it, though. It makes me want to lean down and taste it.
Another time.
Instead, I run my finger through my cum on the panties still in my grip, collecting it, and smear it across her inner thigh. Just touching her is a heady sensation. Her skin is hot and silky. When she doesn’t wake, I kneel beside the bed and pull the thin fabric hiding her cunt from me to the side. I drag my finger down her center, and she lets out a breath.
I take more of my cum on my fingers and mix it with her wetness. Her hips lift a little, her legs falling open wider.
How long has it been since she was last fucked? My dick twitches, stiffening again.
I push one finger into her. She clenches around me, and her mouth opens, but as far as I can tell, she’s still asleep. I bite the inside of my cheek hard, drawing blood to keep myself silent. Melody doesn’t wake up. So I do it again, collecting more and pushing it into her pussy. It’s not as satisfying as coming inside her, which I vow to do one day soon.
But knowing that I’m leaving a piece of myself in her… that helps. A little.
Soon, I’ll come back and hunt around her bathroom for birth control. But there’s plenty of time for that. Maybe I’ll do it the next time she lets me in. Or maybe I’ll come back the next night and the next, until she thinks she’s so caught up in herdreamsthat she breaks and begs me to fuck her.
I finger-fuck her until she’s right on the edge, and then I step away.
In my absence, her hips move with a subtle rhythm. Her hand is inching down again.
I hurry to fix the cameras around her room, going crazy to get as many angles as I can. I don’t want to miss a fucking thing. Especially not her reaction when she wakes up.
And then I’m done.
I’ll figure her out—and then I’ll make her lose control. One way or another.
4
MELODY
I’m distracted today. On edge.
Maybe it’s because I had a filthy dream and woke up on the edge of orgasm, my fingers on my clit. At the last second, though, I stopped myself. I shuddered and withdrew my hand like I had been caught doing something bad. Even though I was alone in my bed.
