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He reaches across to his bedside table and grabs a foil package from the top drawer. I tilt my head, observing him. It feels surreal to watch him open and unfurl the condom. It’s been so long since I’ve even had to consider using protection. I reach forward, taking it from him, and use the opportunity to explore Sinclair.

Pushing him back against the pillows, I nuzzle into his neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses across his chest, savouring the taste of him. Dipping down, I trace my fingertips over his subtle abs until I find myself face to face with what I can only describe as a delicious looking hard-on.

It’s not that it’s some kind of enormously oversized monster-cock. It’s thick, with prominent veins that leave a pattern of ridges that make me shiver, wondering how they’ll feel inside me. How his bulbous head will feel as it stretches my pussy and strokes my walls. I’ve never thought of a cock as beautiful before, but this one is a work of art.

Wrapping one hand around the thick base, I lower my head and flick my tongue across his weeping slit. Taking as much of him as I can, I run the flat of my tongue along the underside, making sure to flick along his frenulum on my upstroke. As I twist my hand in tandem with my mouth's torturous pulls, he throws his head back and cries out.

“Fuck, Aurora. What the fuck are you doing to me?”

Lifting off his dick, I stare up at him through my hooded eyelashes. “You’re not the only one here with skills, Sin. Now shut the fuck up and let me suck your cock like a good fucking girl.”

He rewards my filthy mouth with fat drops of pre-cum beading at his tip. His hand grips my hair forcefully and he pulls me forward, thrusting into my mouth with his needy cock.

“Are you a good girl, Aurora?” he grinds out as I take him as far back as I can. Deep throat has never been a skill I possess, but what I lack in anatomical dexterity, I more than make up for in technique. “Because right now you feel like my eager little whore, desperate for my cum.”

His words make me clench my core, which complains at the absence of his dick. Hearing my bereft whine, he pulls me off him and takes charge, moving my hands to roll the condom over his crown and down his shaft. Guiding me, he encourages me to straddle him, and I moan as I feel him glide along my swollen lips, notching him at my entrance. I pause for a moment before sinking down slowly, savouring the rapturous feeling of being impaled by him, inch by inch.

It’s rapturous, and I can’t help myself as I roll my hips to make sure there’s no part of me that’s left untouched by his length. The motion does something to Sin that ensures words are lost to him. He’s nothing but a sweating mass of straining muscles and animalistic groans, and I realise his cock is having the same effect on me. I writhe and grind myself on him until my legs give out on me and his hands fly to my hips to take over.

This orgasm barrels towards me at an astounding rate as he pumps up into me with a new angle that triggers a flood of arousal that takes me by surprise.

“Come for me, Aurora. Let me feel your pretty pink pussy quiver around my cock.”

A strangled groan slips from Sin’s lips. His jaw is clenched, neck straining and just when I think my pleasure is at it’s peak, he starts fucking up into me, punctuating his thrusts with his gloriously filthy mouth. “Make me come, colibrì. Take what's yours.”

A flurry of euphoria rolls through like an avalanche, and this time I feel a new pressure building. My pussy feels like it’s engorged and swollen in a way I haven’t experienced before. Sin’s pace increases and it triggers a chain reaction. My orgasm tears through me and I feel an unfamiliar gush of wetness spread across my thighs as he swells inside me and cries out his own release. “Fuck yes, such a greedy little pussy.”

My cum warms my thighs and I feel a contentment like no other I’ve experienced. I’m an exhausted, quivering mess. Sin pulls out and deals with the condom, reaching to toss it in the trash, then pulls me into an embrace, cradling my head to his chest.

“You did so good, colibrì.” His words wash over me, and I feel lighter than I have in years. There’s a part of me that almost wants to cry. Not because I’m sad, but because I feel… content in a way I can’t begin to explain. I try to speak, but I can’t think of what to say. I’ve never felt so overwhelmed by an orgasm. But it’s not only that. It’s the connection we have forged here.

It’s meaningful. It’s real. And as I come to my senses, it scares the hell out of me.

“You don’t need to say a word,” he breathes out as he nuzzles the top of my head and kisses my temple.

I couldn’t if I wanted to.

He rolls us over to place me delicately on my back. Heading to the bathroom, he returns with a washcloth and a towel, cleaning, then patting dry my oversensitive pussy. It’s a small gesture that makes me feel more cared for than I ever have been. Like there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to comfort me. I feel small and nurtured.

“I’m guessing from your reaction, you haven’t come like that before?” he asks, lightly stroking my shoulder with his fingers in an intricate pattern. I shake my head, attempting to hide my blush.

Finding my words, I reply. “I’ve read about it, but I think I’d decided squirting was a myth. But it turns out you are a sexual unicorn, Sinclair,” I chuckle. “I was unaware that men like you existed. You should do TED talks.”

“There’s only one person I plan to educate on the virtues of orgasm play, and that’s you,” he replies so quickly that from the surprised look on his face, it was an automatic response. He appears worried, concerned he’s spooked me. I smile as the calm and ever prepared Sinclair rambles. “I mean—you know—I’m not assuming anything. I know we haven’t discussed?—”

I bring my hand to his lips to stop him from overthinking. “I don’t know what this is or what it means, Sin. But I know I don’t regret a single moment. It feels like you just put me back together again. I feel safe. And the rest? The rest we’ll figure out tomorrow.”

His shoulders soften and it’s like I can feel the brief spell of anxiety seeping out of his every pore. I curl into him, moving my head down to rest in the nook at his shoulder, and his arm envelops me, holding me tight.

“Sleep, Aurora. I’ve got you,” he reassures me as he reaches for the blanket and then bundles us up under it. My eyelids dip, heavy with the weight of exhaustion. This time, as I drift off, it’s not into a nightmare. It’s not into a world of make believe where I can hide from my monster.

It’s a peaceful and contented sleep for the first time in years.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

ENZO

The last thing I needed after helping Nico with clean-up last night was to crawl into bed only to be kept awake by the moans of ecstasy emanating from the next-door bedroom. Having retreated to the med-room, primarily because it’s the bed furthest away from Sin’s, I thought I’d stand a better chance of getting some sleep. I was mistaken.

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