She moved her fingers across my chest, slow, teasing trails, tracing the lines of my muscles while looking up at me with those dark, needy eyes. Her touch was light but deliberate, nails grazing my skin just enough to make my cock jump against her thigh.
"No, Aunt, I really have to go," I said, starting to sit up, trying to pull myself together even though my body was already responding to her again.
She didn't let me. Her hand pressed firmly against my chest, surprising strength in her soft arm, and pushed me back down onto my back. I landed with a soft thud on the mattress, cock bouncing once against my stomach before settling hard and upright again.
"It doesn't look like you want to go," Melanie said, voice dropping to a husky whisper. She wrapped her warm hand around my cock, fingers curling around the thick shaft, thumb brushing the sensitive head where a fresh bead of precum had already gathered.
