“Yes,” I gasped.
“I’ll keep my focus there for a bit. Let me know what you feel, okay?”
“Alright.”
Syx began to touch my swollen clit with varying pressure and patterns—circles, up and down, side to side, light touches andfirmer pressure. I found myself responding to all of it making my hips move slightly and my breathing getting faster, making my chest heave up and down in a rapid motion.
“Um.” My voice became raspy all of a sudden. Clearing my throat, I licked my lips then parted my mouth to speak again. “The circles feel really good.”
“Like this,” Syx asked, again once more.
“Yes,” I whimpered, “Just like that.”
Syx continued the circular motion. His other hand returning to my breast. The dual sensation was so intense, and I felt the arousal building higher than it had before. My whole body felt warm and tense, like I was climbing toward something.
“That’s it,” Syx said encouragingly. “Just let yourself feel it. Don’t try to make it happen. Just feel that shit Nyne,” he grunted.
As the sensation built, I felt my mind begin to interfere. I started thinking about whether I was going to cum and whether it was finally happening. As soon as I started thinking, the sensation began to fade.
“It’s going away,” I grunted in frustration as I slammed my head back on the cushion.
“That’s okay,” Syx said, not stopping his touch. “You got in your head. Let’s try again. Focus on the sound of my voice. Nothing else matters, just focus on the sensation of my fingers on your clit.”
He continued to touch me, slowly, building my arousal, but again, as it got more intense, my mind interfered and it faded again.
I released a deep sigh of frustration, because at this point, only after two tries I was giving up.
Noticing my frustration, Syx remained cool though. “I want to try something different,” Syx uttered, his voice low and deliberate. “I want to taste you.”
I breath got caught in the back of my throat and I swallowed hard. My eyes bucked at his response. “You mean?—”
“I want my mouth on your pussy,” he said plainly. His dark eyes locked onto mine. “I want to lick you, suck on your clit, feel how wet you are on my tongue. Will you let me?”
With a slow head nod, I was speechless. I couldn’t form the words. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.
Syx moved between my legs, spread my thighs wider and positioned himself so he could see all of me. “You’re beautiful, Nyne,” he murmured, his breath warm against my thighs. “Your pussy is so fuckin’ pretty… so pink and swollen. I can see how wet you is already.”
I felt so exposed and vulnerable, but incredibly aroused. I watched him intently as he lowered his head, extending his tongue to make contact with my slick folds. Nastily, he sucked on my clit with ease, then pulled back and sucked on it making my body buckle from the electric sensation.
“Oh god,” I gasped.
“Mhmm, shit,” Syx hummed against my pink pussy. The vibration sent shockwaves through my core. “You taste so fuckin’ good Nyne…so fuckin’ sweet.” His tongue dragged slowly from my entrance up to my clit, collecting my wetness and swallowing it, before parting his mouth to suck and lick on my clit again, moaning with desire, enjoying his feast.
Syx licked my pussy methodically. His tongue explored every fold and every inch of my pussy, licking and sucking my sensitive spots. He licked broad strokes up my slit, then focused back on my clit with tight circles, applying just enough pressure to make my hips buck involuntarily. His hands gripped my thighs with hunger, as he held them open, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
“Syx,” I moaned as my fingers found his head, running them over his deep waves.
“Tell me how it feel baby.” He groaned between licks, his voice muffled against my pussy.
“It feels…oh god. It feels amazing. Your tongue is so—” I broke off with a cry as he sucked my clit into his mouth, applying more pressure with his lips while his tongue flicked rapidly over my sensitive bud.
He released me with a wet sound. “So what? Talk to me.”
“So good. The—the way you’re licking me, it feels so good,” I whimpered.
Syx dived back in with renewed intensity. He alternated between long, slow licks and focused attention on my clit, reading my body responses. When I moaned louder and rolled my stomach, he repeated the motion. When my thighs trembled, he knew he’d found the right spot.
His tongue circled my pussy entrance then pushed the tip inside, fucking me with shallow thrusts that made obscene wet sounds—splosh, splosh, splosh.I could hear how soaked I was, and I felt my juices mixed with saliva dripping down to my ass. It should’ve embarrassed me, but instead it turned me on even more.
