CHAPTER 62

　　“Touch me there, please, Syl,” I begged. He did more than that. My body ached, a small stream dripping from how he had opened my faucet. I moaned his name hard, losing myself to the divine pleasure my old flame had sent me into, and I decided I wanted to experience him inside me again. Syl was a little impatient, but I saw the burn mark on his organ right before he introduced it between my legs.

　　Syl, he couldn’t have, I thought. He shifted in and out of me passionately, ladling me with satisfaction as I purred.?

　　“Oh, Syl.” It was like the old times. He wasn’t as big as Jacques, but he lasted a long time in bed and knew the positions I loved the most. What he lacked in, he had the skill to cover for it.?

　　Finally, he stopped moving, ejecting his seed inside me like the other men in my life. I couldn’t blame him for it, like them, he probably couldn’t hold himself. We collapsed together, out of tiredness, gaining consciousness fifteen minutes later.