These few days without Sylvester, I have done everything in my power to not think about those eyes. They sort of scare me because each time I remember them, a chill goes down my spine, aggravating my arousal. I have been able to bear it for only one reason and that was the gradual build up of disgust I am presently having for Mum. It has successfully dulled my itchy sensation to the point where I got to only masturbate twice a day till she left. Under normal circumstances, I should be happy but I wasn't. I needed someone to talk to since I was scared of confronting her.
"No. They haven't. They are still avoiding each other." I replied as I adjusted my position to accommodate his hands as it left my breast and traced its path downward, setting my torso ablaze as it approached my abdomen. When he got there, he stopped and then started tracing my waist from side to side.
With how we were seated against the wall of the ledge, with the zipper left open and us staring at the seemingly impenetrable thick forests above the canyon, considering how quiet it gets, it's easy to believe that we are well protected. In fact I don't think we can be discovered. There was a sense of absolute privacy. In fact, it felt more private than my room.
Just as I finished adjusting to accommodate him, I felt his hand stop right under my navel, reaching for my Vijay mole. I quickly grabbed his hand and restricted it to my navel where he instantly started probing with his finger gently. I really wanted to talk and if I let him go down there, this conversation would be as good as forgotten.
"What if you told him and it escalates their problems? Are you prepared to go through a divorce?" He asked as if he wasn't creating chaos in my insides. He took his hands back with a little thug and made his way up my body again. He found one of the breasts and slipped his hand over it. He grabbed the nipple and started scratching it with his nails like a cat. The scratch was gentle and unhurried. Each time a fingertip ran across my nipple, I felt a tingle in-between my legs. It was as if there were nerves connecting my nipples to my clit and he was playing with them. I shook my head to clear it a little and refocused on our talk.
- A divorce? It never even crossed my mind.
" No. I don't want them to divorce." I replied with a gasp as the sensations generated by my nipples spread through my body. It directly overcame the fear I started feeling at the mention of divorce.
I adjusted my chest so he could have easier access by turning a little towards him. I placed my head on his shoulder again but this time for support. And for the second time since we started trading sex, I took the initiative to touch him. I reached out my right hand that was resting beside him and slowly slid it over his thigh and toward his middle. The moment my hand made contact with his already hard bulge, he jerked his waist up and turned to kiss me. I tried to turn away immediately but he didn't let me. He grabbed my chin and roughly turned my face to him.
"Let me… please… even if it's just this one time." He whispered, staring into my soul.
I watched as his eyes left my gaze and stared longingly at my lips. That longing tugged at my heart and i also dropped my gaze on his lips. Knowing he was waiting for me to once again make the first move, I swallowed the guilt building up in my throat and slowly approached his lips. Not waiting for me to reach him, Sylvester's mouth captured my lips in the most aggressive, sense numbing kiss I have ever had.
Part of my self created boundaries when sleeping with Sylvester was the no kiss agreement. The only man I have ever kissed was Riley and we had practiced our kiss from way back. With him, it felt natural and good. I love kissing Riley. But when sylvester' lips captured mine, an excitement completely different from what I felt with Riley, surged and my mouth suddenly felt like a cauldron of spices. Several unfamiliar sensations. Sweet ones, goosebumps rising ones, electron like sizzles, all created with our lips and sent straight to my brain. I couldn't breathe, yet I didn't want to stop but it seemed that he noticed because he detangled our lips and grabbed the elm of my dress shirt. I instinctively raised up my hands and he pulled the dress over my head, then tossed it aside. While simultaneously grabbing one of my pointy nipples with his mouth and the other with his hands. He started kissing every part of my body and working on only one breast at the same time.
My body was on fire. Everywhere was lit and needy. Each time he left a spot and moved to another, my body protested. At this point, I was under him and was a gasping mess. I have never enjoyed pain but the way he was leaving tiny bites on my body made me so hot I didn't even realize that he was biting me. All I knew was that each time his lips touched a spot, I got zapped.
The itching between my legs became unbearable but it seemed that sylvester' had forgotten that I possessed a clit. I wanted him to go down there but I also didn't want him to stop what he was doing, so I reached down to my thigh and snuck my fingers into my Vijay. But Sylvester smacked my hand and fung it away from my spot. He then slid down to my thighs and started taking my vulva moles in his mouth, grabbing and sucking them in. He then placed his tongue on the mole and slowly let it slide down to the opening of the halves. He tentatively flicked the tip of his tongue over my clit, making me jerk and moan. I grabbed his head and tried to bury it between my legs but he grabbed my hand and clamped them together with his bigger hands. Next thing I saw were standard handcuffs around my two hands. He was so fast, I didn't see it coming. How did that happened? Where did the cuffs come from? I tried to look around to see if I would find any clue but after cuffing my hands together, he held them down with his left hand and buried his mouth on one nipple while teasing the other with his fingers.
The worry that was growing inside me subsided and was overtaken by warmth.
"Sylvester, I…"
"Sssshhhh '' he shushed me before covering my mouth in a kiss. This time, he took his time doing it. He wasn't as aggressive as before and the gentle way in which he grabbed my lower lip and nibbed at it sent me into a freeze.