My sitting up forced us to move a little away from each other but once my dress went over my head and got thrown somewhere in the tent, Sylvester's hand went for my very wet Vijay and he started fingering me. I had no choice than to place my hands over his head and around his neck so I could get the support I needed as I arched my waist up to accommodate his hand.
I was already too sensitive by the time he made contact with my clit so when I felt his fingers probing my vulval, looking for a way in, sharp tingles shot up my spine, exploded and spread tiny ones all over my body. I could instantly feel myself nearing my orgasm so I bit down on my lips, trying to hold on as I groaned in pleasure. But when Sylvester found my clit, he grabbed my chin and held my face. "Look at me. " He whispered. I turned my blurry, desire ridden eyes on him and was once again held captive. The moment our eyes met, Sylvester started kneading my clit slowly. My body buckled and trembled but he held his other hand around my waist, making it impossible for me to fall.
As I arched higher, my thighs transferred from the ground onto his kneeling thighs and I moved closer until I was seated on his thighs and completely in his face. With our gaze still holding, he watched me as I orgasm. As my orgasm reached the strongest point, it forced my eyes close and had me throwing my head backward as I tightened my hold on his neck. As it subsided, I brought my head forward and rested it on his shoulder but he didn't let me rest. He scooped me up and placed my back on the ground then he bent over my body.
Still trying to calm down from the last high, I could only watch him through slitted eyes as he rested his frame on one leg and hung his body in the air, trying to position his rod at the entrance of my Virgina. The moment I realized why he was doing it, it was as if I didn't just climax. My inside started clenching and my waist moved up to meet his rod. I was so wet and slippery down there that the moment they made contact, his rod slipped in and hit home. "Sylvester !" I gasped his name as I felt electrons exploding in my brain. He went rigid and stared at me with disbelief and excitement mixed together. "Call my name again." He said before suddenly ramming into me aggressively.
"Sylvester!" I screamed then gasped.
"Why did you do that?" I gasped at him but instead of him responding, he rammed it into me again and I gasped his name again and again as he refused to stop. I have no idea how many times I called out to him before my body synced up with him and we both went into a freezy, ramming into each other in the most aggressive sex I have ever had. All I knew was that I loved how he was hitting my G-spot and he wasn't fast enough. We went at each other gasping with me calling out to him between gasps and moans.
"Cat, I am cumming." He groaned then grabbed my jaw. "Look at me." I stared into his eyes and got lost in them. "Never forget that tonight, you were mine. All mine." He whispered before increasing his pace. His words, his eyes, his smell, his breathing. Everything suddenly registered and imprinted itself in my brain and the muskiness of it all colluded with my arousal, bringing me to the highest peak of pleasure. And that was all it took for me to reach the apex.
For the first time in my life,I climaxed staring into the eyes of a man and never wanting to look elsewhere. It felt like I was home and safe and loved. In the middle of my second orgasm, I felt Sylvester tremble and groan as his hold on me got stronger and he crushed his weight against me. Not just that. I could hear him whispering my name as he went through his climax. The sound of my name from his voice felt good and right. The warmth of his seed inside me spread and soothed my sensitive nerves but then he moved again and I felt myself come alive again. As if he still had more seed to spill, he moved fast and didn't stop until I was trembling again. "Call my name." He whispered. And I did. I called out to him again and again. The more I called, the harder he thrusted and the higher the flame in me raised. I went through multiple orgasms until everything turned dark.
It was dark outside the tent when I woke up. Can't remember how and when I slept off. I found myself wrapped into Sylvester's broad and firm chest with one hand holding me by the waist to his frame while the other cradled my neck and his palm cushioned my head. I stayed still the moment I opened my eyes and realized what was going on.
A lot of thoughts raced through my mind. How much I loved, no! -liked the way he was holding me. His hold was strong but gentle at the same time. It was good. making me feel comfortable and yet well protected.
The smell of him. It was musky and filtered with his personal scent and some other soft, sweet flowery smell that I couldn't recognize. Then there was a hint of the now familiar dandelions that he carries about no matter how many layers of perfume he buried himself in.
I found myself liking his smells and started sniffing him to pull them apart and identify them individually. To be able to sniff him properly, I needed to get closer even though my nose was almost touching his chest. So I moved it and sniffed his chest. After a careful examination of the smells coming from there, I moved so carefully towards his armpit but as if he knew, he slowly released his hold on my waist and turned a little away, opening up his armpit area. I eagerly moved my neck towards it and buried my nose in it. It was heavenly. I felt a sense of contentment when his personal smell enveloped me. It was so soothing and right. Not just that, it went straight to my head and a picture of him kissing me slowly faded in and I could literally taste him in my mouth. Then I heard him whisper into my ears, "You are mine. Only line for tonight." I gasped remembering that he had said that to me earlier on, during our love making… wait! Love what?! Yeah, he called it love making. Not sex. Love making! No! What is going on?