Chapter Four #5
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.
“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 working my 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.”
“You know he’s gonna hate that I called you without him,” she teased me.
“That’s on you, not me.”
“I’ll never hear the end of it. Did you see the comments he left under your Facebook post?”
“I did and he’s gonna cut up if I don’t respond,” I snorkeled.
A quick check in, ended up being a thirty-minute conversation of us talking about nothing as if we don’t talk on the phone every day. I had to turn my shower water off so I wouldn’t use all the hot water. Eventually I had to end the phone call or thirty minutes would’ve turned into an hour.
I had to get myself together, so I could get my day started. The thought of Syx had my heart feeling like it was about to lodge through my chest.
When I entered the shower, the water felt amazing against my skin.
I stood under the hot water for a long time, letting it cascade over my shoulders, breasts and stomach.
Everything felt more alive and sensitive now.
Even the simple act of washing my body felt different.
But a small inkling of me knew I was missing something.
I’ve never yearned for a man after my divorce, but the sexiest thing was seeing him so eager and patient with me.
Now I’m starting to think if this was all I’d been missing.
It’d be hard not to fall for him if he’s able to accomplish the one thing no other man could.
In the back of my mind, during the entire stay, I’d have to keep myself from admitting the one thing he told me not to do—catch feelings, which would be merely impossible.
After drying off, I did my skin care regimen which considered of serums, facial washes, sun screen and some under eye cream then I brushed my teeth and gargled some mouthwash.
Then I slathered my skin with the rich Fenty Skin Butta Drop, followed by a generous spray of Snif's Hot Cakes, its warm fragrance settling on my ankles and behind my ears.
Satisfied, I slipped into a simple yellow sundress and let my braids down to flow in the island breeze.
I felt restless because of the late night. Sleep didn’t take me over until the wee hours. My body was humming with a new kind of awareness, and I needed to move, to walk and process everything that happened.
The house was quiet as I padded downstairs in my beige Hermes Oran sandals.
It was early afternoon. The sun high and bright, casting golden light through the windows.
My stomach growled, reminding me I’d barely eaten anything since yesterday, aside from the banana.
All I could think about were the conch fritters I saw on TikTok.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I heard Syx’s voice drifting from his office down the hall. The door was slightly ajar, and I paused, not meaning to eavesdrop but unable to help myself.
“I know baby,” he said, his voice low and intimate, the same way it’d been yesterday, and it made my stomach clench. “I miss you too.”