“Yeah. I, umm . . . I forgot to tell you Happy Valentine’s Day.”
She tilted her head to the side and scrunched her nose.
“Seriously, Sylas?”
“No, but I?—”
Suddenly, she closed the space between us, stood on her toes, and wrapped her arms around my neck. Our lips connected in an instant, and I gripped her waist, pulling her closer. We melted into the kiss, and her soft moans went straight to my dick.
I slid my hands down and cupped her ass, picking her up and carrying her a few steps to her bed. We didn’t miss a beat as we fell onto the bed with me on top of her. Our centers aligned, and I could feel the heat coming from hers as I was sure she could feel my erection.
Her hands caressed the back of my neck as I eased one of mine between us. I groaned upon the realization that she wasn’t wearing panties and slipped my index and middle fingers into her pussy. She was tight, warm, and wet as fuck. The urge to taste her overwhelmed me, and I tore my mouth away from hers to lick my fingers.
“Damn, baby. That pussy so sweet.”
“Let me taste.”
Her demand made my dick jump because there were only a few things better than watching a woman taste her own feminine juices. She opened her mouth ever so slightly, and I slid the same two fingers inside.
“Mmm,” she moaned, the sound sending vibrations through my hand.
“You like that?”
She nodded as I removed my fingers from her mouth. I stood and pushed my shorts down, watching Khiya’s eyes widen when my dick was exposed, standing at attention.
“Damn,” she whispered, causing me to smirk.
“Take that off.”
She did as I said and lifted her gown over her head, tossing it to the floor.
“I don’t mean to ruin the mood, but do you have protection?” she asked.
It had been over a decade since I fucked a woman without a condom, but had Khiya let me, I was about to slide into her raw without a second thought.
“I’ll be right back.”
I went to my room and grabbed a few condoms, returning in less than thirty seconds. I tossed them on the bedside table and returned to the foot of the bed, stroking my dick.
“What are you doing?” she asked, sounding confused.
“I wanna eat it up before I beat it up . . . if that’s okay with you.”
She leaned back onto her elbows and opened her legs.
“Eat up.”
Without hesitation, I buried my face between her thighs, swiping my tongue over her lips before licking between them, then sucking on her nub. Her arms gave out, and she was on her back with her hands on my head.
“Ooh shit!” she whispered.
I licked every crease and crevice at the apex of her thighs, savoring every ounce of flavor in case I wasn’t blessed enough to find myself here again. Her body tensed, indicating her orgasm was close, and I wanted her walls wrapped around my tongue when she climaxed.
I pressed my thumb against her bud, flicking my tongue over her pussy like a snake looking for its prey. She was on the brink of ecstasy, and I stiffened my tongue, sliding it into her hole.
“Oh my God!” she screamed. “Sy-las! Sy-I’m cum-oh shit!”
I let her drown me in her juices, not coming up for air until her body stopped convulsing. I slowly released her legs, lifting my head and catching a glimpse of satisfaction on her face, although her eyes were closed.
