My pants fall, puddling around my ankles, and I kick them off, Sylvie leaning to the side when I send them flying. She rises up, her gaze finding mine as she leans in, her mouth pressing lightly against my cotton-covered dick.
Her breath is hot. Damp. She’s panting, her lips parting, her tongue snaking out to lick. Just once. Just enough to earn a ragged groan from me.
“Take them off.”
She curls her fingers around the waistband of my boxers and yanks them down, freeing my cock. She’s downright eager as she grips the base, her mouth wrapping around the head and sucking me into her mouth.
“Fuck.” I slide my fingers into her hair, watching in rapt attention as she slides my cock in and out of her mouth, her saliva making my hardened skin glisten. We’ve graduated from hand jobs and fingering to oral sex and her mouth is what I imagine heaven will feel like. Warm and wet and welcoming. With just the right amount of suction and a licking, eager tongue.
Cum drips on her tongue. I can feel it leaking out of me and I reach for her, curling my hand around her chin, making her stop. She pauses, her eyes wide, her mouth full of dick as she stares up at me.
“Slow down,” I demand, my voice soft. “Lick it.”
She runs her tongue up and down the length, teasing the flared head. Lightly tracing the slit, lapping up the precum. Her eyes shutter closed, a hum coming from deep in her throat that sends a vibration throughout my body.
My balls tighten, a warning that I’m going to come soon, which I don’t want to do. I prefer to draw it out. But Sylvie has a way with her mouth. The sounds she makes. The way she looks at me.
Just thinking about her makes me want to blow.
Without warning, she removes me from her mouth, rising to her feet and rubbing the back of her hand against the corner of her lips. I’m left standing there like an idiot, my breathing erratic, my brain buzzing, my dick so fucking hard it hurts.
“You made me wait, I’m going to make you wait.” Her smile is smug. Downright shitty.
I grab her, hauling her into me, her bare tits crushed against my chest. “You’re a fucking tease.”
“So are you.” She shoves at my chest, but not very hard, and I can tell she enjoys it when we do this.
She always does.
“Get on the bed.” I reach behind her, smacking her ass so hard she yelps. “Go.”
Without hesitation, she does as I command, arranging herself on the bed so she’s lying in the center of the mattress, her legs spread wide, showing off that pretty little pussy of hers. I shed the last of my clothing until I’m completely naked, and then I crawl onto the bed and am face to pussy, inhaling the sweet, slightly musky scent of her.
“Make me come with your mouth, Spence,” she demands.
I study her, taking the moment in. She’s lying in the middle of the mattress, black feathers scattered everywhere. A few small ones cling to her skin, reminding me of a tattered little dark angel who fell to earth, broken and confused.
Well, more like horny and needy. The impatience on her face is obvious, so I give her what she wants. What she needs.
Bending over her, I put my mouth on her pussy, my licks languid as I take my time and search every inch of her. She’s so hot. Fucking soaked. I suck her clit between my lips, then let it go so I can tongue it. Flick it. Tease it.
Tease her.
“Yesssss.” She thrusts her hands into my hair, holding my face to her and I devour her like I’m a starving man. She begins to tremble beneath me, her legs coming up, thighs pressing either side of my head, trapping me. I lick and suck her clit, never letting up as she cries out. Until she’s shoving at my shoulders and I have no choice but to shift off her, leaning back on my haunches on the floor when she rolls onto her side.
“You should go.” Her voice is muffled by the pillow she’s got her face pressed into.
I frown. “Syl. Look at me.”
She shakes her head, her messy blonde hair becoming even messier. “Go. Leave, Spence.”
Glancing down at my still hard cock, I blow out a harsh breath. “You keep doing this.”
“Doing what?”
“Pushing me away when we get closer.”
She peeks at me, a single blue eye staring. “I do not.”