“Slower,” Sydney said.
I groaned. As much as I wanted to disobey, I couldn’t. I forced my hand to slow its pace, edging myself.
“Spit on it,” she said. Her voice was somehow deeper and sexier with each new command. As if she’d found herself enjoying it more than she thought she would too.
I turned my head down and let a string of spit drop onto my cock, lubing it up. My pace picked up a bit more; I was chasing my orgasm.
“Slow down or you won’t get to come at all.”
I groaned and leaned forward, licking her gently, though it only made me want to come more.
“You’re killing me,” I breathed against her.
“You love it,” she replied, her hand petting my hair. And she was right; I did. I preened under her attention, craving even more.
“Now finish what you started, and maybe you can come when I’m done.”
Gods, this woman’s mouth. Her fingers came down and she opened herself further for me, letting me see just how wet she was. That wetness was all for me.
I pressed right against her, burying my tongue in her and rubbing my nose along her clit as I went. When she responded by yanking on my hair, it made me even hornier. The pain mixed with the slight suffocation made my head spin in the best way.
I let my mouth travel up to her clit and used my other hand to fuck her again. I was sure to curl my fingers over the place that made her pulse from inside.
“Brooks, yes,” she moaned.
I loved the way she moaned my name, could feel her legs trembling around me, and I knew she was close. I continued exactly what I was doing, not wanting to move and mess up the rhythm.
“I’m gonna come,” she cried. “Come with me.”
I listened, jerking myself harder and faster, barreling toward release.
Her hand came up over my horn, gripping it tightly as she came all over my tongue. The mix of her taste and the feel of her hand wrapped around my sensitive horn had me coming too, shooting rope after rope all over the floor. I was sure I’d never come so hard in my life, and I definitely wanted to again.
When it subsided, I set her leg down and she slid down the wall. I shifted to catch her so I could put her in my lap, and we stayed there, curled against each other.
The steady thrum of our heartbeats was the only sound, and I couldn’t tell whose was louder. I didn’t dare speak. Though there was a lot I wanted to say, I knew she would see it as it being said in the heat of the moment. Meaningless in the long run.
When I told her how I felt, I wanted her to know I meant it.
Then I heard those tell-tale flips of Chicken’s feet on the floor. We both watched as he came around the corner. As soon as he caught our eye, he approached and started quacking loudly.
“I think someone’s hungry,” Sydney said with a smile.
I laughed. “I think so too.”
I stood and helped her up. She picked up her towel and sauntered off toward his bowl, and I watched him follow her.
Damn, I was in trouble.
I woke up bright and early the next morning, as usual—alone. I had wanted to ask Sydney to sleep in my bed, but she had slipped past me right after dinner and retired to her room.
I had taken a look at her camera once she was gone. I was no tech guy, and she didn’t know how to fix it either, but she had said her SD card seemed to be okay, and the photos she had already taken were still there, so she wouldn’t lose them.
For the first time, I wished to have easy internet access. I wrote down the numbers on the front of the camera in hopes of sneaking into the café and finding her a new one. I knew people shopped online, but I never really had to before. Maybe Gwen could help me.
I made myself get up and throw on some pants and a shirt before going out to get some coffee.
It was even too early for Chicken, who was still comfortably snuggled up in his bed. I jumped when I entered the kitchen and Gabe was sitting there, dwarfing my dining room chair.
