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Finally, his kisses trailed down my thigh and he grinned up at me. “Sweetheart, you go off like a firecracker every time.” He wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand. I loved the proud look on his face, and it made me giggle.
“That’s because you make me go off like a firecracker.”
He shrugged and stood, offering his outstretched hands to me. I took them and he pulled me up. “You are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.”
I wrapped my hands around him and rose up on my tiptoes. “It was the syrup.” I touched my lips against his. He kissed me back. The sweet taste of syrup—and me—flooded into my mouth.
Stefan chuckled. “No, it’s you,” he kissed me, “and the syrup.”
I walked around to his back and grabbed his arms. “Sit,” I turned him and pushed him toward the chair. “It’s my turn to play now.”
He smiled at me. It didn’t take much convincing to get him to sit down. I picked up the syrup and kneeled in front of him. His cock was already hard and ready for me.
I held the warm syrup in my hand and carefully poured a few drops on the tip of his angry cock. Stefan sighed and I let my tongue lap up the mess. “Mmm,” I said as I licked. Then I repeated the process a few more times, drizzling more and more syrup out with each attempt.
He tasted sugary and yummy. The perfect Stefan treat.
“Suck on it, Giselle. I need your hot fucking mouth.” His voice sounded beyond desperate.
Yeah.
Stefan was done playing.
I set the syrup on the table and hunkered down. My hand slipped over his balls, and I held him there—just how he liked it.
My tongue quickly gave him one more lick before I opened up and took him fully in my mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” he moaned and slid further down the chair. His hands gripped my head and he started moving me up and down his shaft.
I sped up my pace. Apparently, Stefan’s control was waning.
I added my other hand to the mix and pumped him up and down in time with my mouth.
Yeah.
He was ready.
I increased my suction on his cock. Stefan responded with a low, guttural moan. I felt his cock twitch right before he exploded into my mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” he wheezed out, his grip on my head getting tighter. “Suck it, Giselle. Fucking suck me hard.”
I swallowed him down as he continued to come, long pulsing streams shooting into my mouth. “So, fucking good,” he gasped, and then breathed out a sharp burst of air. “Always so fucking good.”
When the last of his orgasm was finished, I popped off his cock and sat back on my heels.
“We’re bringing that syrup home with us,” Stefan said. The satisfied look on his face made my heart give a stuttered beat.
“I like that plan,” I told him. And I did.
“Okay, shower time. You made us all sticky.” He stood and grabbed my hand.
“I also like that plan.” I giggled as Stefan’s hand landed on my waist.
He kissed the side of my head. “Oh, I have a lot more planned for you. But I have to clean you up first.”
So, that’s exactly what he did. We soaped each other under the warm welcoming spray, and let our fingers linger on each other’s bodies for long, luxurious moments.
After we turned off the water and dried off, Stefan guided me to the bed.
