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I kept my voice low beside her ear.

“You still decide whether I get to.”

Her shoulders eased against the mattress, and she held my gaze while my hand remained around her wrists.

I loosened my grip enough for her to pull free if she wanted. She stayed where she was and lifted her mouth for another kiss.

After a while, my gaze caught on a soft scarf looped over the corner of her dresser. Nothing about it suggested sex. It was just part of her room, dark fabric against pale wood.

Sybil followed my gaze to it.

“Still curious?” I asked.

She looked back at me. “Yes.”

I released her wrists and retrieved the scarf, then sat beside her instead of putting it on immediately. “Tell me what stops me.”

“Red while I can talk. Three taps if I can’t.”

I held out my forearm. Sybil tapped three times, deliberate and firm. I let the scarf fall to the mattress and took my hands off her.

Her mouth curved. “Every time.”

“Every time.”

She picked up the scarf and put it back in my hand. “Then do it.”

I folded the scarf and drew it gently between her lips.

The sight of the dark fabric between her lips sent a hard rush of heat through me.

I left enough room that it didn’t hurt her jaw or interfere with her breathing, then smoothed the hair trapped beneath the knot.

Sybil looked up at me, breathing faster as I gathered her wrists again. She curled her fingers around my palm when I kissed her forehead.

Then I moved between her thighs and slowly pushed my cock inside her.

Her eyes went wide. I knew I was thick; I hadn’t known what it would look like on her face when she felt the stretch. I stopped halfway.

Sybil’s pussy gripped me so tightly that sweat broke across my back. I gave her time, watching her fingers flex in my hand without tapping. When her hips shifted toward me, I pushed deeper.

The muffled moan behind the scarf nearly destroyed my control.

I watched myself disappear into her inch by inch until my hips finally met the soft inside of her thighs.

For several seconds neither of us moved.

She was hot around me, impossibly tight, her pussy fluttering as she adjusted to my size.

I bent over her. “Feel how full you are?”

Sybil nodded, her eyes glassy with pleasure.

I drew almost all the way out, then slid slowly back inside. Her back arched beneath me.

I kept the rhythm deliberate, taking my time while every change in her breathing and the tightening of her legs gave me another answer.

I kept her wrists above her head while I fucked her slowly, letting the drag of my cock stretch her on every stroke. The scarf muted her moans but didn’t hide them. Each sound vibrated through the fabric and went straight into me.