"Stronger," I managed to rasp, voice half-choked with disbelief. "You really have become a musclehead, haven't you?"
Sydney just winked, smug and glowing, and leaned closer again, her fingers wrapping possessively around my slick shaft as if she wasn't even close to done.
She stroked me like I belonged to her, steady and sure, her tongue darting out to lick away the last streaks of my release until there was nothing left. The sight of her savoring me like that made my grip tighten in her hair, dragging a groan from my chest. God, it felt too good, like she was draining the strength right out of me on purpose.
When she finally stood, her grin was wide and self-satisfied. "Knew you'd like it. For a first time, I wasn't too bad at it, right?"
"You really are something…" I muttered, fumbling for my pants, trying to ground myself, but she only arched a brow as if I'd said something absurd.
