#ta-da!

Sy can always control himself right up until the second he’s about to come. You’ve learned that he’ll only thrust his hips upwards when he’s right on the edge. He’s too considerate otherwise, even going so far as to entirely back out of your mouth if he hears you choking even a little.

You encourage it, reaching over his hip to grip his asscheek, but with tightly-coiled legs and firm grip on your hair from out of nowhere, everything suddenly stills. Though you try to resist, Sy’s strong when he pulls you off his dick with a loud popping sound, and a long string of saliva trails from your mouth as you look up at him. He swears under his breath, but you can’t hear what he says. You just keep looking at him.

"C’mere, baby,” he mutters, nudging your hair. “C’mere.”

You climb back up to straddle his waist, feeling his hands instantly settle on your hips. Heavily breathing, your lips are parted when you wipe your hand across them. “You good?” you shyly ask.

Again, Sy’s hands begin to move everywhere, and they won’t stop. They run up and down your sides, around to your back and then to your ass, then back up your back again only to slide around to your breasts.

Just feeling around your skin, he groans, slow and deep. “You’re so perfect.”

You want to say No, I’m not, but you remind yourself that to Sy, you are, so you just offer a small smile and lean in to kiss him. With pillows behind his back, he’s somewhat propped up, and you move until you’re entirely smushed against his chest.

Wrapping your hands around his thick neck, you tilt your head to the side and deepen the kiss. Minutely, you begin moving your hips in little circles against Sy’s skin again, just something to ease the ache, and then he starts talking into your mouth every time he inhales a small breath.

"Fuck.” Sy’s hands come to rest on your ass, and he squeezes each cheek generously. “You’re so fuckin’ hot. So pretty.”

With a whine, your eyes close instantly. You’re rubbing your bare cunt across his stomach and you both have the taste of his dick in your mouths, and he’s calling you pretty.

Behind you, Sy reaches downwards and takes hold of himself. You feel a smear of liquid against your ass-cheek then the slow tell-tale movements of his hand pulling up and down, and it gives you the brief burst of confidence you need to brace a hand on his chest to lift your upper body up. While Sy’s lazily stroking himself behind you, you start grinding your hips again, a little more evidently this time. It feels like it should be dirty, but with your eyes trained intently on one another’s, all it feels is right.

A few moments of pleasure later, you scoot downwards over his thighs and beckon Sy to move his hand from himself. You move further down onto his thighs until you look down and see his cock pointing at his belly button, and carefully, carefully, you cover it with your pussy and start to slide your wetness upwards from root to tip.