Something wet and warm wrapped around me, cocooning me in a soothing ocean that caressed my tense muscles. Groaning softly at the sensation, I clutched the silky-smooth waves in loose fists.

Cracking my eyes open, my mind came to a violent, jerking halt as memories rushed me. I’d spendt hours every which way between her creamy thighs. The memory of Sylvia and her sweetness filled my brain. Holding one another, falling asleep together, sweaty and sated.

A soft tug pulled me from my reverie, and I blinked hard before the rest of my body seemed to leave its numb state. For a moment, I didn’t really recognize what I was seeing, my nerves muted after the rigorous workout I’d had the night before.

But my eyes didn’t lie, and they widened to the size of saucers as Sylvia bobbed her head. Her wild bed head was pushed to one side, and my throat tightened at the sight of my cock disappearing into her mouth and sliding down her throat. The sensations all hit me at once, and I hissed loudly as my hands automatically reached for her hair. Gathering up the messy strands, my abdominal muscles flexed as I thrust my hips.

Finally, the smooth warmth of Sylvia’s throat reached my brain, and a groan tore from my chest. Her saliva dribbled in thick ropes down to my sack, and I spread my legs wider. Pushing her head down, my cock twitched when she didn’t gag.

I was not, by any means, average or below.

“Fuck, yes…suck my cock, baby.” My length fit Sylvia’s throat perfectly. Tightening my grip on her scalp, I held her head where I wanted it and braced my feet against the mattress. Thrusting into her mouth, I finally heard her choke as her hands clung to my side and outer thigh. It was such a beautiful sound I almost unloaded, and I bit my inner cheek hard enough to draw blood.

“Oh fuck…” Sylvia kept her teeth tucked, and I pumped my cock deeper as my thighs started to tremble. “God baby -”

Toes curling, my legs tensed and my head flung back against the pillow. All the unreleased sexual tension was bearing down on me, and I couldn’t stop it. Shocks shot down my spine to settle against my tailbone, and my balls tightened. Jerking my hips up and holding Sylvia’s head down, a spasm rippled up my rod. I held my breath, strained grunts and groans escaping my thinly pursed lips as hot cream exploded from my length. The head of my cock ached as it bumped the back of her throat, and she gulped in a way that felt so much like her channel it made me dizzy.

“Yes - swallow it, Sylvia…” Grinding out the demand through clenched teeth, I nearly choked as her soft fingers clasped around my sack. Gently she coaxed from me all that she could, and I gasped for air by the time I didn’t have any more to give. Releasing her hair, my hands shook as they fell over my quivering abdomen. Forcing my eyelids apart, my gaze landed on an angel that was carefully licking cum from her lips and fingers.

“Jesus…warn me next time, yeah?” Through heavy lids Sylvia stared at me, her face red and her lips swollen. Panting harshly, I held my hand to my chest to feel how hard my heart was beating.

Not that kind of sucker my ass.

“Hey, Ryan?” My eyes flickered to Sylvia’s form as she crawled on her hands and knees to me, my gaze took in the generous swell of her ass. Even from this angle, I could see the shallow bite marks I’d left there, but I couldn’t admire them as her voice flowed into my brain. “Why didn’t you have sex with me last night?”

The backlash of last night hit me smack in the middle of my chest, and I sucked in air through my teeth. Our date - it was all a selfish setup. A frown overtook my face, and my brows came together as I scanned Sylvia’s body. Her t-shirt had been discarded at some point, but now it hung off her shoulders and made her look so sweet and innocent.

Carefully pushing myself up to sit, I ran my hand through my hair as my bear radiated a nervous excitement that spread to my fingers and toes.

“I didn’t have sex with you last night because I have something important to tell you, and I thought it was important you know before we do that…” Instantly a dark sadness washed over Sylvia’s expression, and I shook my head hard as her thoughts flashed in her brightening eyes. “No, no, it’s nothing bad, Sylvia. I just - it’s… look, it’ll be easier to understand if I show you.”

Rubbing my face with the butts of my palms, I ignored the desire to scratch my skin off. Now I could remember the whole reason I didn’t open the bar last night.

I had wanted time before I told Sylvia the truth in case she couldn’t handle it. There was nothing in the plan that involved my tongue inside her or her lips around my cock, though. That was a mistake that had happened in the moment even if it didn’t feel like a mistake.

“Come on. I promise - I’m not secretly married or have an STD or anything bad like that.” Yeah, because I can’t get human STDs. The thought brought a grimace to my face as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. That time before opening my bar had been a dark few years, and now I was glad a genetic anomaly made me immune. If I was human, I might not have been so lucky.

Shaking the thoughts away, I stood up and rearranged my jeans around my waist. Sparing a glance at Sylvia, my heart squeezed in my chest at the worry on her face. She had no reason to be concerned; if anything I was the one that was supposed to be shitting myself. Watching her slide off the bed, a prickle slipped up my arm to stab at my chest when her knuckles bumped into mine.

It was like now those few seconds of bliss I had only just had never existed in the first place. There wasn’t even a residue of pleasure, only a hollow, fearful feeling that was quickly eating away at my insides.

“Ryan…you’re not wanted…or anything, right?” The uncertainty that tinged Sylvia’s voice only served to deepen my grimace, and I shook my head.

“No - I told you, it’s nothing bad. Come on, let’s go out on the porch.” This was it, a dreary inner voice quipped - I was going to reveal myself to this woman that I wanted so badly it physically hurt. Worry sped through my mind, and my bear wasn’t very helpful. We both were well acquainted with rejection even if it hadn’t been our own. Humans were much more likely to run away than accept the love of a shifter.

Taking a deep breath, my lungs felt like they wouldn’t fill fully before I gently took Sylvia’s hand in mine to leave the room.