“If you ever want me to slow down, just tell me. At any point if something doesn’t feel good, let me know. If you want more of something, just let me know. I’m here to please you. This ain’t ‘bout me. You understand that?”
“Okay,” I said.
Syx walked closer to my upper body, standing where he started. His eyes were dark, warm and reassuring. Slowly, he reached for my tube top and gripped the bottom of it to pull it over my head. I lifted my arms just a tad bit to help him. My eyes closed slightly, but I opened them to see him tossing my tube top on the chaise where my shorts were. Now I was laying here, completely naked, fighting the urge to cover myself and hide my bare body.
“Would it feel better if I got naked too?” He asked, wedging himself between my thoughts.
The creamsicle beach shorts he wore kept his dick disclosed. I’d imagined him naked the second I heard his voice over the phone and what it’d look like.
Would it make you feel better if he got naked Nyne? Just answer the fucking question.
My eyes darted over his body as I began to undress him. “I’d like that,” I retorted.
Slowly, he undressed, as if time didn’t exist here. It was so satisfying to watch. Syx was so fucking breathtaking and the sexiest man in the world. As if God created him for no one else. It almost felt illegal to witness, he was so motherfucking fine.Shit!
He tossed his shirt where my clothes were and peeled off his shorts, followed by his boxers. Slowly, my eyes followed along. Starting at his sculpted six pack, then along the deep V-cut and the trail of hair that led to his dick—his long, thick, chocolate and veiny dick. I hadn’t noticed my chin hanging to my chest, until he smirked, noticing my astonishment. Cockily, he stroked it and I’d be crazy to say that I didn’t notice the glob of precum dripping down between his feet, all of which he didn’t bother trying to hide.
“I won’t use it if you don’t want me to,” he groaned.
His dick was the size of an Xfinity remote and I thought dicks that big were impossible, as if God had created men who only existed in another lifetime, with dicks so monstrous like that. At this point, I feared for my life and my very own existence.
“Um,” I uttered, trying to find the right words to say, but I couldn’t. My mind was in shambles trying to process the third leg in front of me. “I-I?—”
“It’s okay, Nyne. It’s no pressure at all, baby.” He spoke gently, as he came over to me. His dick dangled down his thigh like a third leg.
He poured more oil in his hands and the heat caused me to relax, as he kneaded his calloused hands into my flesh. He began massaging my arms again, taking it nice and slow, then stroking my shoulders, then to my wrist. Then he moved to my legs again, from hip to ankle. Then to my stomach, where he moved his hands in slow circles. My breath hitched when he moved to my chest, carefully avoiding my breasts.
With each touch, I felt myself relaxing because his touch was so soothing and confident.
“How does it feel Nyne?” He whispered in my ear.
“I like it.” I murmured.
Nodding his head, his hands moved to my breasts, cupping them gently. I gasped when his thumbs grazed over my nipples.
“That feels good,” I moaned.
“You like that baby?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Good, that’s just your body responding to you. All you gotta do is let yourself feel it.”
Syx continued to play with breasts, alternating between gentle touched and firmer pressure, occasionally pinching my nipples lightly. I felt the arousal building. It was a warm tingling sensation spreading through my pelvis.
“Can I touch your pussy now Nyne? Is that okay?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
Syx’s hands moved down to my stomach, over my hips and then between my thighs, Instinctively, I spread my legs wider, giving him access.
“You’re already wet,” Syx said. His fingers slid through my folds, smearing my juices all over my wet pussy. “This shit pretty as fuck. Pussy so wet,” he murmured under his breath in amusement, like he was caught off guard.
I moaned loudly, unable to conceal them, as his fingers explored my body. When Syx moved to my lips, he circle my pussy hole, brushing his fingers over my clit making me jerk.
“Oooh shit,” I hissed.
“You’re sensitive?” Syx asked.
