2 a.m.

I've been lying in the middle of my living room for over an hour. Legs and arms spread wide apart in the dim light, I listen to my melancholic playlist, letting tears stream down my cheeks.

I'm only wearing a black lace thong and a t-shirt that's slightly too short, exposing my belly button. The cold floor bites into my skin, but the sensation is intoxicating. My long red hair is carelessly spread out around me like a fiery halo.

I let my emotions pour out, seeking release in this moment of emptiness. But I know I need more. And you know it too. You're there, hidden in a dark corner of my apartment, watching me. You approach as my sobs soften, your shadow merging with mine in the dim light.

You kneel down in front of my head and gently place your warm hand on my cheek to wipe away one of my tears.

"Let go, Emma, let go completely," you say in a soft, deep voice.

Despite the tears, a smile forms on my face as I continue to revel in this sweet melancholy. You then gently take my head and tilt it back, my mouth and face now facing you. I know what you want, and my mouth starts to water. You take out your cock from your pants, and the tip gently rests on my soft lips.

Instinctively, I give it a tender kiss, which makes it twitch. My lips part, granting you full access to invade my mouth.

You grab my head, which is upside down, with both hands, and start to push your cock inside. My lips tighten instinctively, making penetration more challenging, knowing full well that you love this feeling of tightness. And I love to please you. I focus as your cock pushes in, inch by inch through my lips, allowing me to feel every ridge and vein of your member.

In this position, you know you can go deep, perhaps even all the way in. You know I'll do my best with that. You let out a first grunt halfway through, and I feel my pussy getting wet.

"Fuck, Emma," you breathe out before continuing to thrust in gently. This time, it's me who lets out a moan. I'm dying to touch myself, but you know I won't do anything until you allow me to. For now, you want me to focus on your pleasure, and I do so with delight.

You're almost all the way in and you feel the resistance has increased, so you pause for a moment. Wanting to reward me for my efforts, you finally release me from my frustration by saying, "Good girl. You can touch yourself, Emma."

My hand, eager for this, languorously slides under my panties to finally reach my pussy. My finger starts making little circles on my clit, triggering a muffled moan of pleasure by your cock deep inside me. On your end, you start thrusting in and out while still holding my head. This sensation of being used, owned, completely at your mercy, is an exquisite pleasure that multiplies my own enjoyment.

"I love when you're in this state, Em," you say in a stuttering voice while you're literally fucking my mouth. You know you don't have to hold back and that you can go all out. Yet, I still feel a slight restraint, perhaps moved by the melancholic sight of me. I sense that you're holding back from going all the way. But I want all of you, I want to feel the tip of your cock touching the back of my throat.

I know I can handle it. So, as my right hand vigorously moves under my panties, building up my orgasm, I use my left hand to press lightly on your buttocks, signaling that you can go all the way.

You understand what I want, and it excites you a lot. I feel your cock throbbing in my mouth now. Your climax is near. My pressure persists even as my muffled moans grow louder. You finally give in to my urging, grip my head a bit firmer, and push as deep as you can.

You manage to articulate, "You're not just any slut, Em, you're the real deal," before letting go in a shout of ecstasy as you finally cum. The sensation of your cum hitting the back of my throat, combined with the ambient melancholic music, triggers a powerful orgasm in me. You keep my face firmly against you, not letting go until you're completely drained, which only adds to my pleasure.

After a few moments, you finally release the pressure and free my mouth. Out of breath, I take a deep breath, feeling more alive than I have in a long time. The tears have stopped flowing; the orgasm you've given me has banished that sweet melancholy... for now... and I thank you for that.