His Vanilla Girl | ✔

Chapter Twenty-Three

Sylvester eyed his sweet little Tweetie with her legs spread wide for him and a smile slowly spread across his face. She was the very definition of beauty in all its forms. Her spirit, her body, everything took her a par beyond all other women.

There was more to her than he first thought. She had fire, spunk, and a curious spirit that made her accept whatever he threw at her. He couldn’t help but stand there and admire her in all her naked glory. He imagined that her skin would tan gracefully in the sun, giving her an exotic appearance, reminding him of a fish that would only be found in the tropics.

And he was going to give every inch of her body the attention that such an exotic creature deserved, but this time he was going to spice it up even more. See how much teasing she could handle. He didn’t bring too many toys with him, but enough to have fun. Should he bring out an ice cube?

Opening the door, he turned back to face her. “I’ll be right back, Tweetie.”

“Where are you going?”

“Somewhere.”

“No fair. I can’t see.”

“That’s the point, hun.”

Wandering down the hall, he readjusted himself, eager to get his own pants off and be a full player in the erotica game, not choked by his underwear. Grabbing a glass full of ice cubes, he returned to the room and saw her waiting their anxiously, biting on her bottom lip.

“Hmm.” He should have brought the whipping cream and strawberries instead, it would add to her already delectable taste. 

Placing the glass on the counter, he removed his shirt to feel a little less restricted by his movements. Sylvester let his thumb brush over her lips, and she nipped at it slightly. She had a playful side. One that didn’t come out very often apparently according to Becky, but he was lucky. It came out for him.

“Do you realize how hot you look right now,” he said, trailing his finger down her neck and between her breasts.

“I already feel like I’m sizzling.” She raised her head off the pillow, trying to shake off the blindfold.

He slid it quickly back into place. “Lay there like a good girl.”

“But—”

“It always comes back to your butt it seems.”

“Not b-u-t-t, b-u-t—but.”

“Well, it’s the only butt I want at the moment.”

“Are you addicted to my butt?”

“You better believe it and I’m going to be sure to give it the attention it deserves when we get home,” he promised, as he made little circles around her belly button with his index finger.

“Another spanking?”

“Amongst other things.”

He wanted her to try a butt plug and see how much she squirted when playing with her g-spot then. There was something about the nerve ends there that made it all the more intense.

Reaching over he grabbed an ice cube and popped it in his mouth, letting it melt just a little, losing a bit of its chill and walked to the foot of the bed. Her breasts were perky, and he could see the moisture between her legs glittering with the dim light of the lamp. With the ice cube melting in his mouth, he damn near drooled at the sight of her.

How did he get so lucky? She was sweet, funny, and beautiful, and best of all, she wanted him. Not the guys at the bar. Him. That filled him with a sense of wonder, of pride. Women like her don’t come along every day. One that he could spend all day with and not get bored. Even when not making out, she made his day interesting and kept him on his toes.