“You’re drippin’,” Syx said, his voice thick with arousal. “I can feel yo’ clot throbbin’ against my tongue.”
He sealed his lips around my clit again, sucking rhythmically while his tongue worked in tight circles. I felt tension building in my core. It was a familiar sensation, but more intense than ever before. My thighs began to shake again, my breathing coming in short gasps.
“Don’t stop,” I begged him. “Please don’t stop, I’m so close?—”
“Let it go.” Syx commanded, his voice vibrating against my moist, sensitive flesh. “Cum on my tongue. I want to taste you when you cum.”
The arousal built higher and higher, making my body tense. Every nerve ending focused on where his mouth was workingmy pussy, gliding his tongue between my folds then over my clit again once more. I was right there, right on the edge. I could feel it. Then my mind kicked in.Am I going to cum? Is this it? What if I can’t? What if?—
The sensation began to fade again, leaving me hopeless. That peak slipped away, like sand between my fingers even as Syx continued his relentless attention.
“No, no, no,” I whimpered. Tears of frustration welled in my eyes. “I was so close.”
Syx didn’t stop immediately, neglecting my unwillingness. He gentled his touch, giving me soft soothing licks, letting my body calm down, but the sensation in my clit wasn’t there anymore. It was null now. Finally, when he lifted his head, his lips and chin were glistening with my wetness.
“You were right there,” he murmured softly. “I could feel you. Your clit was pulsing, and your pussy was clenching against the tip of my tongue. You got in your head again.”
We tried another thirty minutes, with Syx patiently building my arousal over and over with his mouth. His tongue continued working my pussy with skilled precision, but each time, just as I approached the edge, my mind interfered and pulled me back.
Finally, Syx stopped. I felt so fucking embarrassed and broken, as if I was a porcelain plate and couldn’t be fixed.
Slapping my hand on my forehead, I released a deep sigh. “I’m sorry.” Tears pricked at my eyes and my chest began to heave up and down rapidly from being upset at this point. “I couldn’t do it.”
“Hey,” Syx spoke, as he wiped away a tear that had escaped. “Don’t apologize. This was your first session, and you did great. You got more aroused than you’ve probably ever been and that’s showing some progress.”
“But I didn’t cum,” I whined.
“Not yet,” Syx agreed. “But you will. Your body is capable of it. I could feel how close you were getting. You just need to learn to get out of your head, and that takes practice.”
“How much practice,” I questioned.
“As long as it takes,” He responded. “I have you all to myself for two weeks. We’ll get there.”
The following day,
I woke up feeling like a completely different person. My body was sore. It was similar to a workout ache, but it didn’t mean nothing. Still, I didn’t cum, despite Syx’s best efforts. Though it was the first night, I felt like he was able to perform magic, or my body had a secret button that I hadn’t found yet.
Dwindling with my thoughts enough, I grabbed my phone off the nightstand after flipping the sheets back and checked my messages. I posted pics prior on various social media sites, and my notifications were through the roof, including my text messages. The one that stood out the most was from my mother, who was worried sick, despite knowing about my whereabouts. Ignoring the rest of them, I gave her a call first, as I prepared to shower—grabbing my body butters, jewelry, clothes and sandals that I’d wear for the day.
She picked up on the first ring. “I’ve never known the sun to beat you up?” She joked.
I giggled at her dramatic ass. “Oh, mama please! You know the time change is different here.”
“Yeah,” she guffawed. “Let that be the reason. I saw your picture on Facebook. You look so pretty and glowing.”
“Yeah,” I grinned. “It’s so pretty out here. I love it. I’m dreading going back home now.”
“Does the food taste different?”
“Not really, I have a chef here, but I’ve been cooking my own food so far.”
“I’d love to be spending Valentine’s Day out there instead of all this damn snow. I went to the grocery store earlier this morning and had to tussle with a young ass hoe over a pack of meat,” she snapped.
“I’m not surprised, is daddy around?”
“He’s helping our neighbors shovel snow away from their garage.”
“Tell him I said I love him.”
