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“Holy shit… how do you do that so fast?”
And he stops… he fucking stops…
“Do what so fast?” he asks with great interest.
“Ugh… I was just about to come so hard…” I practically whine.
“Don’t worry, Syd, I’ve got all night.”
“You don’t understand… I never have multiples… or come this fast… I’m afraid I just lost it…”
He looks as if he didn’t just burst my favorite balloon.
“I told you, Syd, I’ve got all night. I’m not gonna leave you hanging.”
Like before, Vince shows he’s in no rush to take things further. He takes his time getting to know each of my breasts intimately as he perfectly strums my clit as if he’s been given the key that can unlock my body in an instant. Warmth fans throughout my limbs, and my nerve endings crackle.
The only way I can describe this intense feeling as it flows into every pore of my essence in such a slow burn is that it’s euphoric beyond description. It flows down my spine and into my extremities. My face literally numbs as I focus on the energy coursing through me. It spreads out in waves and has yet to actually spark.
God only knows how Vince keeps me on the precipice for what feels like an eternity. I swear he hits a pause button on reality because time ceases to exist. It’s just me and him. I want more… I need more, but I’m conflicted because I’m not sure whether to chase this ecstasy further. I’m just not ready for it to end.
I hover on the edge.
The brink of no return.
Just when I think I’m ready to fall over, he changes up his pace and brings me to a whole new level of high. When he inserts his fingers and starts to scissor as he strums my clit with his thumb, I’m sure I’ve started speaking in tongues.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” I ask in awe as he manages to keep my orgasm at bay and excite me further.
My thoughts are so incoherent that if he says something in return, I simply don’t hear it.
All I hear is the blood rushing throughout every inch of my body as it chases the orgasm of a lifetime, as he kisses down my body.
Then he flicks my clit with his tongue. The world could stop turning in this instant, and I wouldn’t even care. I’ve been to Nirvana, and there’s no need in returning to reality.
My body tenses stiff as a board as I come over and over again. He manages to prolong my orgasm for longer than I could ever imagine.
When my muscles unclench and relax, I can’t even open my eyes. It’s just too much effort. Vince crawls up my body, pulling me into his arms like the rag doll I’ve become. I feel his warm breath on my neck as he kisses me softly from behind as we morph into the big spoon.
I can feel his erection—but I’m so wrecked, I can’t even turn to face him.
“Owe you…” is my last coherent thought as I drift off to sleep.
* * *
When my eyes drift open, light creeps through my window as if it’s barely dawn.
What the hell happened to me?
I look to where I thought Vince was supposed to be sleeping, but the bed is empty. Not that I expected him to stay over, but despair washes over me.
Before I can contemplate a pity party, I feel the covers lift and the bed dip. Soft kisses feather up my leg to the apex of my thighs. He wasn’t in a rush before, but he is now as his hands splay me open, and his tongue flicks across my clit.
“Well, this is quite the wakeup call,” I tease.
“Can’t talk now… busy…” he mumbles between fervent kisses.
How the hell can he take me back to where I was last night in such a short time?
