Chapter 98: Sylra rides to orgasm *
"You’re... mmm... not innocent either," she moaned, voice thick with want, her cave pressing against his fingers, her golden hair wild in the lamp’s light, body trembling as he teased her, the bed’s creak matching their rhythm.
Alex pulled back, grin wicked, an idea sparking. "Wanna make this even better?" he asked, voice husky, hands pausing, checking her vibe, the lamp’s glow catching her flushed face, her golden hair framing her like a halo.
Sylra’s smile was shy but eager, her hand still on his rod, a nod quick and certain. "Yeah," she whispered, voice trembling, "show me."
Her fingers slowed, anticipation in her posture, the room’s intimacy locking them in, their breaths a shared pulse.
Alex slid off the bed, tugging her pants down gently, her cave exposed, glistening, her moan soft as the cool air hit her.
He knelt between her legs, lips brushing her inner thigh, teasing, her gasp sharp, hands gripping the sheets, golden hair fanning out.
"Relax," he murmured, voice smooth, kissing closer to her cave, his tongue flicking out, tasting her, her moan loud, hips bucking slightly, the cedar scent fading under her heat.
"Oh, Alex," Sylra moaned, voice raw, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, her cave pulsing under his tongue, his licks slow, deliberate, finding her rhythm, her moans a steady stream, high, needy, filling the room.
He worked her, tongue circling, lips sucking gently, her gasps guiding him, her body trembling, the bed creaking as she arched, the lamp’s light casting her flushed face in soft glow, her climax building, her moans peaking.