Page 27 of Scoring Chance
Sydney gasped and sighed as she relished Dean’s tongue on her. He was never shy about orally pleasing her and often did it without expecting anything in return. His tongue had a rhythm that was only matched by his strong thrusts – strong, slow, deliberate, and breathtaking.
He rose up Sydney’s legs, putting both of them over his shoulders as he continued to please her, exchanging the slow movement with rapid-fire licking instead. He placed one hand on her belly and watched her reaction as her face morphed into various expressions of pleasure.
Sydney felt heat swell inside of her, reaching to a fanatic boiling point until she finally climaxed, screaming out Dean’s name, and fell back on the sofa.
Dean rose, grabbed a condom from his jeans, and was about to rip it open when Sydney stopped him.
“I want to put it on you,” Sydney sat up on her elbows. “Please?”
Dean saw the smoldering look in her eyes and a soft grunt escaped his lips. Sydney hurried over to him, ripped the foil packaging open, and covered him. Their mouths fused together as Sydney pulled Dean on top of her back on the sofa.
Dean slid the bikini bottom to the side and entered her. Sydney gasped and Dean groaned as he completely filled her. She softly convulsed and tightly gripped him as he slowly eased himself inside her.
Sydney felt like she was about be split apart as she pushed out another harsh breath. She’d known about his length and girth for a while but it still surprised her every time they’d made love.
He moved inside her with deep and powerful strokes before he increased his tempo to hard and fast. He wanted to hear her moans, her screams, and her cries. He wanted to feel the deep welts in his back as she couldn’t get enough of him.
Every stroke was a silent gesture to Sydney – You’re mine. Now and forever.
“I want you to beg me for it,” Dean whispered, “beg me to please you. Beg me to let you climax.”
Sydney felt delirious as the room spun around them. The man she wanted to spend forever with was making love to her as if the world was going to collapse. Small pings of pleasure zapped and pricked all over her body as Dean continued his unrelenting thrusts to her. “Dean, please….” She cried.
Dean soon got his wish as Sydney’s moans filled their loft. Their bodies slapped against each other in perfect rhythm as they held hands and tangled tongues. They switched positions with Dean sitting on the sofa and Sydney cradling him.
She eased up and down on his long and thick length before building to a steady tempo of her own. She drove him to new and inexplicable heights with her lovemaking as if she were descended from above just to please him. She kissed and nibbled on his neck while her hands caressed his muscular chest. Heat swelled inside her as she increased her tempo and took all of him.
Dean guided her hips before he slid his strong hands easily to the curve her ass and held on tight. He called out her name as she taunted and teased him with her movement. He wanted to make love to her forever.
“Am I yours?” She asked as they rocked back and forth.
“Forever,” he breathed, “are you mine?”
“Forever,” she nodded.
They raced to a frenzied finish as Sydney softly convulsed around Dean, softly called out his name while he soon joined her in a white-hot explosion.
Sydney fell back to the sofa, as Dean collapsed on top of her, and she stroked his blond locks. “You know, I can really go for some Kool-Aid right now,” she spoke.
“Red?” He asked.
“Red.”
