Chapter 25: Sylra’s orgasm
Alex didn’t rush.
He lingered, his tongue tracing slow, exploratory paths along her cave, tasting her, savoring the way she trembled under each careful stroke.
Her juices coated his lips, sweet and slick, and he hummed against her, the vibration sending another ripple of pleasure through her core.
Sylra’s head tipped back, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the sensation, her earlier frustration forgotten in the wake of this new torment, this exquisite, deliberate build.
"Alex..." she breathed, her voice a shaky whisper, barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing.
He didn’t respond with words, just pressed his tongue flatter, dragging it up her slit with a slow, firm motion that made her hips buck.
Her hands twisted tighter in the sheets, her body a live wire of need, every nerve singing under his touch.
He was relentless in his slowness, drawing it out, making her feel every second of it, and she loved it, hated it, wanted more.
The room seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with heat and the scent of her arousal.
Sylra’s moans grew steadier, a rhythm of their own, matching the lazy pace of Alex’s tongue as he worked her closer to the edge again.
This time, she didn’t know if he’d let her fall, or if he’d pull back once more, leaving her dangling in that delicious, maddening limbo.