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How the hell do I tell her?
Sticking with honesty. “I… Uh… don’t have any condoms.”
“There are other things we can do that don’t involve condoms,” she teases like before.
“Oh, really, and what’s that? Are you up for playing a game of Scrabble later?”
“Oh, I’ll make your vocabulary grow, but I didn’t quite have board games in mind.”
With feign innocence, I tease, “Why, Sydney… are you trying to steal my virtue?”
Sydney moves to her hands and knees and kisses my chest. “Is it stealing if it’s given freely?”
She has no idea just how true her words could be.
But she kisses my pec and licks down my rib cage. “Hmmm…” I moan but all thoughts of conversation are forgotten as she reaches for my belt and unclasps it.
Holy shit. In an expert move, she has my buckle undone and the fly of my jeans slowly being opened. She kisses along my stomach as she tugs at my jeans to get them as well as my boxers apparently over my hips.
With her intentions clear of rocking my world, I quickly assist her in discarding my clothes. I don’t even get a chance to think before she strokes the length of my dick with one hand while cupping my balls in the other.
Holy hell, coherent thought jumps right out the fucking window when her tongue darts out and swirls around my tip.
I’m already on the verge of exploding, and she’s done little more than kiss and lick me. Her slow and steady breaths make my sensitivity reach nuclear levels in a nanosecond.
Not wanting to be a one-pump chump, I recite basketball statistics in my head. When that doesn’t work, I repeat my lists from before. They have some effects, but Sydney is winning my fight for control. As much as I’d love to lose myself in her completely, I want this experience to last a bit longer as well. Because, let’s face it, I never want this to end.
She sucks me from root to tip as she plays with my balls in the best possible rhythm imaginable. But that isn’t what does me in. No—that would be when she pushes on that spot right behind my balls as she nearly swallows me that has me convulsing in an instant.
“Syd…” I warn, knowing I don’t have much time.
She continues her rhythm, ignoring me.
“Syd,” I rush out almost in panic. “I’m gonna…”
The witch that she is hexes me completely when she doubles down on her efforts, and I go off like the Fourth of July. All I see are stars, and I swear my world almost goes black. I’ve never come this hard in my life.
But I’m not just coming. No, Sydney won’t let me do that. She milks me for every cent I’m worth, and there likely isn’t a drop to be found in me.
When I stop twitching and sink far into the mattress, she pulls off me with the most devious grin I’ve ever seen. “You okay, Vince?”
As if she doesn’t know…
Fuck… when her grin turns triumphant, I want to kiss that sass right off her.
“I’d say I’m good. Come here, gorgeous,” I say, pulling her to me.
Thank God, she doesn’t put up a fight because I’m not at all certain I could even walk in the state she’s left me in.
Without hesitation, I pull her right up my body and kiss her. She tastes of me, she tastes of her, but most importantly, the way she kisses my mouth brands me like no other before. I feel this kiss from the depths of my soul.
Time ceases to exist beyond the two of us. When we break for air, I pull her in close beside me. Her body melts into mine as if we’ve been molded together. I know we won’t be able to stay like this forever, but for the first time in my life, I know without a doubt, I’d really like to.
