**Coming Home to Sydney**

I was exhausted after a long-ass day at work, but the second I walked through the door, I knew something was different. The lights were low, candles flickering on the coffee table, and the air smelled like vanilla and something sweet. And then I saw her—Sydney Sweeney, stretched out on the couch in nothing but a silky black robe, one leg lazily draped over the back cushion, her bare toes curling. The robe was barely tied, gaping open just enough to tease the smooth curve of her tits, the pale pink of her nipples already stiff.

“Took you long enough,” she murmured, biting her lip as she watched me drop my bag, my dick already swelling against my jeans.

I didn’t even bother with words. I kicked off my shoes and stalked over, grabbing the belt of her robe and tugging. It fell open, revealing her completely naked underneath, her thighs parting just a little, the soft, trimmed blonde hair of her pussy glistening. Fuck, she was already wet.

“Tell me what you want,” I growled, dropping to my knees in front of the couch.

She grinned, hooking one leg over my shoulder, her heel pressing into my back. “I want your mouth. Now.”

I didn’t hesitate. I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue licking a slow, firm stripe up her soaked slit. She gasped, her hips jerking toward me, her fingers knotting in my hair.

I groaned against her pussy, the taste of her driving me wild—sweet and tangy, the kind of flavor I could get addicted to. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, flicking it fast, then slow, teasing her until her thighs trembled.

“Fuck, yes,” she whimpered, grinding against my mouth. “Just like that—don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I ate her like a starving man, my lips sealing around her clit, sucking hard, my tongue working her in tight little circles. Her breath came in sharp gasps, her moans climbing higher, her body tensing. I slid two fingers inside her dripping cunt, curling them up, finding that soft, spongy spot inside her that made her cry out.

“You’re gonna make me come,” she panted, her back arching, her tits bouncing with every ragged breath. “Oh fuck, don’t stop—”

I didn’t. I fucked her with my fingers, my tongue never letting up on her clit, and when her thighs clamped around my head, when her whole body shook, I knew she was there. She came with a choked scream, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, her juices coating my chin.

I licked her through it, slow and tender now, dragging my tongue through her folds, savoring every last shiver.

When I finally pulled back, she was a mess—cheeks flushed, lips parted, her chest rising and falling fast. She reached down, grabbing my collar and yanking me up for a hungry kiss, her tongue sliding against mine, tasting herself on me.

“Good boy,” she whispered, nipping at my lip. “Now get out of those pants. It’s your turn.”

Fuck. Yeah. This was exactly how I wanted to come home.