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Not that we’re thinking about logistics right now. I can’t string together a full sentence if I tried. The soft, wet heat of her mouth is on my cock. I’m not going to survive this.I’m so done.
Her mouth owns me, and so does her pussy. “You… You taste so fuckinggood…”
I’m licking and sucking her like I’ve been starved forever for another taste, because I have been.
“Don’t stop, Adrian.”
“Not a fucking chance,” I groan. I’m flicking her clit back and forth with the top of my tongue. Sonya writhes in my hands as I pin her legs open.
“I… I’m so close,” she gasps. Her spine arches.
Thank fuck.
Because I’m about to lose it. My hips shake as I struggle not to thrust too deep into her mouth.
Not that Sonya is taking it easy on me. She’s accepting as much as the curve in my cock allows, sliding me deeper between her lips, sinking another inch.
“God…you’re such a good girl for me.” I suction harder on her clit. “Do you know that?”
“M-More,” she begs.
I pick up my speed, and ramble as many filthy praises that I can manage. “That’s it, good girl…just like that.” My voice is rough, muffled, uneven. “Such a messy—sweet pussy.” I can’t stop. Every moan she lets out pushes the tension lower, tighter, until it coils at the base of my spine like it’s about to snap. “…doing such a good job…never going to get enough…mine…baby…”
Sonya clenches her thighs around my face and screams as she comes. Her reaction sends heat rippling through me, and my mind begins to splinter faster. I buckle.
“About to come,” I warn Sonya, trying to shift, so she can lift her mouth off as the last waves of her orgasm chase her.
She doesn’t let me.
When I flood her mouth, she drinks every last drop.
A noise of pure anguish and joy leaves my chest. I’m shaking as I reach down and bring her around, so she’s flipped. So I can kiss her.
Our tongues dance for a while.
After I press a kiss to her shoulder and slip out of bed. Igrab a towel, run it under warm water, and come back to clean her up gently. Then I hand her a glass of water, brushing her hair back as she drinks it.
The neon glow of the clock on her wall tells me I have less than three hours before I have to leave for my flight.
That might seem like a lot of time.It’s not.
I want to stay with her forever. Going back into bed and gathering her into my arms. Her body nestles against mine. I’m mumbling more praises and telling her that she doesn’t know what she does to me, how perfect she is, that I’m so happy and will do anything she wants me to.
“Hey, Adrian?”
She’s whispering.
“Yeah, darling?”
“You might as well stay.”
I’m smiling into her shoulder. “Okay.”
“And…in Edmonton…you better take care of yourself,” she mutters. “Or I’m going to be really mad at you.”
Exuberant warmth blooms large in my chest. “Baby, I’m going to miss you, too.”
Her face hides in the crook of my neck. “That’s not what I said.”
