“You see something you like?” I asked, smirking.
“I do, but I’d better not do what I’m thinking about doing, or I’ll have a stalker on my hands.”
My dick stiffened at the thought of her luscious lips wrapped around it, and I raised my brow, intrigued by her bold statement. I went to my photos and found a screenshot of my most recent test results, which were from a month ago.
“I got a clean bill of health, so if what you’re thinking involves the head of my dick hitting the back of your throat, we’re ready.”
My dick was now fully erect again, and I made it jump as I handed her my phone. She bit her bottom lip before looking at the screen, then placing it on the bedside table.
“Come back to bed,” she said seductively.
She moved over, making room for me, and I slid in next to her. As she straddled me, we kissed like we were starving for each other. As our tongues weaved around each other’s, she ground her warm, wet pussy on my dick.
When her mouth moved away from mine, I didn’t miss her, because she caressed my earlobe with her tongue, sucked my neck, and licked her way down my body until she reached my dick.
“You think you can handle it?” I challenged.
“You should ask yourself the same.”
Her confidence and lack of inhibition turned me on. Before I could respond, she swirled her tongue around the tip of my dick,then took half of it in her mouth, applying the perfect amount of suction. She bobbed her head up and down a few times before wrapping her hand around what couldn’t fit into her mouth.
“Suck that shit, baby.”
Every time her head went down, the tip of my dick hit her tonsils. Each time her mouth was at the tip, her tongue swooped around it. Between the sucking, the bobbing, and the swooping, I was ready to blow a lot sooner than I wanted.
I palmed her head to slow her pace, but she knocked both my hands away without missing a beat. As my nut began to build, I prayed she was ready because it was sure to be a massive explosion.
“Khiya, baby. You-shit-! You ready to ca-catch this-fuck!”
I tried to warn her, but it came too fast, and I couldn’t get my words out. My nut shot into her mouth, and she caught every last drop, sucking my shit dry. When she lifted her head, she wore a sneaky, sexy, and satisfied grin.
I reached for her, grabbing the back of her neck and bringing her face to mine. Before I smashed my lips against hers, I said, “I think I just fell in love.”
“All Sable Airlineflights are flying out at some point tomorrow. You should have a text with specific info about your flight,” Sylas said.
We’d spent the whole day naked and in bed, . . . talking, eating food we’d ordered through room service, watching television, and of course, fucking. It had been a long time since my body had been worked over that way. Sylas was a very attentive lover, ensuring I had a pleasurable experience every time, something I didn’t realize I was missing in my previous relationships.
We talked about marriage and children, something we both wanted eventually, but neither of us was in a rush to make it happen. As a thirty-three-year-old woman, I probably should bethinking about my biological clock, but it was the furthest thing from my mind. I’d rather be a mature mother who had her shit together than rush into motherhood when I was truly not ready.
I loved how easy it was to talk to Sylas and how effortlessly our conversations flowed. He wasn’t judgmental when I shared some of the mistakes I’d made in life, and he didn’t hesitate to share his past mistakes. It was hard not to think about the possibility of a future together.
I grabbed my company-issued phone and checked my messages. As expected, there was a message with the details I needed for my flight tomorrow. I read over the information before grabbing my personal phone.
I was pleasantly surprised to see a text from Evelyn, checking on me and asking if I wanted to grab dinner tonight. It was the first time she’d reached out since we’d parted ways the day before. We barely knew each other, so I didn’t expect us to hang out, but I thought it was nice of her to reach out.
After sending a text to my family chat and Mena to update them on my travel, I went back to the thread with Evelyn to respond, but I didn’t know what to say.
“Evelyn invited me to dinner tonight.”
Sylas was lying next to me in bed, checking his messages as well, and he turned his head to look at me.
“You going?”
“Honestly, I hadn’t planned on leaving this room again until I checked out. Do you think it’ll be rude if I decline?”
“No. It’s after six. Tell her you already ate.”
“Good idea.”
