Chapter Four #4
Slowly, his hands inched upwards, towards the crease of my thighs and it remained there for a while.
I’m used to getting massages, but nothing to the extreme.
Of course, they know better than to take it this far and I’d seen videos of the guys doing it to women online where they were nearly naked.
Syx was just like those guys—giving me the business, nice and slow…
doing it to me. His fingers were ignited with passion—a passion so thick and intense that I felt myself becoming aroused and by the way he was looking at my moist pussy between my thighs, he could see it too.
I no longer mattered at this point. His vision was zeroed in on the heat brewing between my thighs all from his doing.
For a split second, I thought I saw his tongue escape his mouth to lick his lips.
“I feel something,” I uttered quietly.
“Good,” he responded. “What does it feel like?”
“Umm,” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “It feels…okay.”
“Just, okay?” He spoke, a bit taken back.
My eyes popped open to view his expression and his bushy brows were knitted in a slight frown.
“Yes, but it feels good.” I murmured. “What’s that?” I asked. watching him pour liquid in his hand.
“It’s nothing but hot oil.”
His hands moved from between my thighs to my arms, stroking my shoulder to my wrist with firm, steady pressure.
Then he moved to my legs, gliding over my calves then my ankles.
I couldn’t conceal the low moans if that’s what he was trying to get out of me.
Nonetheless, I felt myself relaxing. Then he began to massage my feet.
The hot oil provided innate satisfaction, adding on to my state of relaxation.
“You got some pretty ass feet, you know that?” He grunted lowly.
“I do?” My brows furrowed at his question, because I’ve never been told that before. I mean, I’ve never had any insecurities about my toes, but they were never raved about.
They were painted with two coats of Funny Bunny. I’d done all of my maintenance prior, aside from getting my boho braids done the week before, I’d already gotten a full body wax, including my pussy and butt. My nails and toes were the last thing to get done the day before I boarded.
“You gotta stop that shit,” he commanded.
“Stop what?”
“Not knowing that you the baddest. You fine as hell, Nyne. I know niggas out here that would build concrete for you to walk on and lay out roses,” he retorted.
Syx kneaded his hands over my body, making me wonder what it’d feel like if he touched my pussy.
As if reading my mind, he spoke, again once more, before I could.
“I want you to be comfortable. This is where we’ll be doing most of our fucking.
Though my bedroom is more private than my office, that’s more comfortable and reserved for extended sessions.
It’s all about you and where you want it. ”
I nodded, my mouth dry now. “Um, in here is fine for now.”
“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.
“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 and firmer 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.”