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“I don’t know. Let’s see if we can remember.” He untied the jingling belt and laid it on the floor. Syria wore only a work out bra and spandex shorts. He teased the heavy elastic band over her breasts. “I think I found two reasons right here.” He mouthed a nipple, suckling, his hand already moving to the waist of her shorts.

She tugged at his buttons, dying to feel his skin against hers, to see those incredible abdominals and the heat of his belly.

“I can’t take this.” He stood up and took off his clothes so fast they were just a blur of color. When his erection popped from his boxers, she reached for it, pulling him close, and enclosed her mouth over it, licking the precum from the tip, rolling her hands under his balls.

This felt right. All the things she’d done and felt in the last weeks were fun, but this was different. Sex with Tyson engaged so much more than her clit and her desire, but a need that rocked her even before they touched. Something opened inside her, making the pleasure penetrate more deeply than just her body.

He tugged the workout bra the rest of the way over her head. Now they were free to explore everything, and he shifted neatly around to lie over her. He pressed his face between her legs while she still worked him from below.

Syria pushed on his rib cage to keep him at just the right distance, matching the rhythm he was setting against her folds. She was tightening against him already, so alive and alert and feeling everything. His muscles twitched in her mouth and now she knew he really was saving himself for her, having so much less control than that first time, now that his partners weren’t regular, just when he came to her.

This thrilled her and she wanted to cry again — so much emotion lately — but he sensed something had shifted and pulled away, turning around to a more traditional position, pulling her knees up. “You’ve caught me, Syria,” he said. He rubbed his thumb along her face, tracing a tear that had managed to escape. “I’m not even sure how to go without you.”

“We’ll figure something out,” she said. “We’ll find a way.”

He slid inside her then, the whole length, and she cried out immediately. He filled her completely, and everything about it felt exactly right, his elbows braced by her head, the pressure and weight of him over her. And the long, slow strokes, so vanilla, and still, just the right thing. There would be time for more bondage, and crazy play, and toys, and maybe even extra partners, like Mia or Sam. But for now, she had him, just him, and it was perfect.

He sped up, his eyes squeezed closed. Syria felt him coming close and let herself go, opening wide, the orgasm blossoming low and spiraling higher. He groaned and let loose in her and she’d been wound so tight that the release was like coming free of the bindings, the spreader bar hitting the floor, the ropes in coils around you, blissful and light. The emotion rushed through her so damn hard that she burst into heavy sobs. Tyson pulled her in close and yet the weeping went on, coming not from her eyes, but deep inside.

He rocked her, smoothing her hair. “We’re here baby, we’re here.”

Syria quieted in degrees. Nothing she’d ever experienced came close to that. A cry-gasm? She thought it was a myth, a joke, a punch line. But it was real, this expulsion of emotion along with release.

Tyson pulled her up on his lap, still inside her, strong arms encircling her completely.

This journey had only begun. They’d figure things out. And maybe she’d even take Tyson to India. Find her dad and figure things out. This is what she’d been waiting for all along. Someone to shake her up, make her move. This was going to work.





5: Santa on Screen


A few days later Syria pushed away from her desk, only to bump her chair against a stack of boxes holding images and photo books ready to be packaged to deliver to her clients.

She needed an assistant, but really, only the busy season right before Christmas required help. The other eleven months of the year, she didn’t have enough work to pay someone else.

She’d muddle through.

Her back muscles protested as she stretched her arms toward the ceiling, trying to work out a kink from sitting too long at her computer as she airbrushed women to perfection. Tyson’s unexpected visit seemed like a dream now, but they had spent all their time in bed and she’d gotten way behind on her work.

Syria moved aside the boxes and padded through the house to the bedroom. She could not get further behind. For one, these were gifts. But Tyson was due back the week before Christmas and she couldn’t let her work interfere with the little time they carved out together when he was in town.#p#分页标题#e#

She sighed at the clock. Midmorning and she still wore her clothes from yesterday. She really needed a schedule now that the actual photo shoots were done and only the retouching work remained. Without the ballast of a work routine, her days and nights were becoming a blur.