"What happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"I called several times the other night. You didn't pick. Same thing the next day. I was really worried."
"Oh. Sorry about that."
"What happened?"
"Nothing. I was just busy and left my phone at home."
"Busy doing what?" He looked puzzled, apparently not believing anything I said.
"I went to work in one of the orchards. Dad. You know how he is…"
"No, I don't." I paused and took a long look at Sylvester. We stared into each other's eyes, none ready to back down.
He had returned to the room with a pack of chilled canned beer, a bottle of red wine and some syrup glazed beef jerky and he was already through like 6 cans of beer. We were seated up in bed with the jerky in a plate placed between my legs and the drinks on either side of the bed.
"I know you are lying. So cut the crab and tell me why you ignored my calls for days only to barge in here asking to be fucked." He demanded with a hint of anger.
"I said I was sorry and I didn't barge in here. I called. You said it was okay to come!" I snapped back at him and tried to get out of bed, already close to tears. He quickly grabbed me and forcefully gathered me into his arms. It felt so right and I felt so tired that I started to cry.
"Hey! It's okay. I am sorry. Stop crying. Please." He cooed at me, trying to get me to calm down.
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it now. I will wait till you are ready. Just stop crying okay. Catty?"
In response, I sniffed and really tried to calm down. The wine must have taken effect because I felt warm each time he moved his palms up and down my back to console me. My satiation was suddenly replaced with arousal and I started kissing his neck while still crying.
He pulled us apart a little bit and looked into my eyes. All I wanted to say was there and getting the message, he bent down and captured my mouth with a soft, gentle kiss. All the aggression from before wasn't there. He was so tender and attentive, invading my mouth and making me taste his beer. My hands roamed around his torso and biceps until I found my way to his waist. I traced my finger tips along his flat abdomen, making him groan and jerk a little. Seeing that he liked it, I did it again before snaking the hand down to find the curves of his thighs. He started winding his waist and just as I grabbed his penis, he left my mouth and captured one of my hard nipples in his mouth, making me purr.
He adjusted his position, opening up a little bit so he could use his hands on my breast but that adjustment took his shaft away from me so I wrapped my hands around him and slowly rubbed his back, waist and biceps as he sucked and knead my breast.
His bugle found my folds and he started rubbing them against each other, slowly driving me crazy. I tried to help him direct his penis but he grabbed my hands and pinned me down then moved his waist until the shaft did the finding itself and gently slid in. I gasped and jerked, excited that he would start moving but instead, his waist stayed still while he kept kneading my breast. I started moving my waist up and down his still shaft, and I heard him groan. He lifted his head up and we stared at each other. I didn't stop moving and watching his eyes get darker and darker as I fucked him slowly. It was the most arousing thing ever. It made me so excited that I tried to change the pace but he suddenly slammed down at me, making me scream. After that singular slam, he stayed buried inside me, unmoving and still staring at me.
"What is it?" I asked,suddenly feeling panic
"Nothing. I just want to imprint your face on my heart." He said and then started trailing kisses all over my face, my ears and my neck.
"Promise me you will not shut me out once we leave for school." He raised his head from my neck and looked me in the eye again. I was distracted and he had to repeat the question. I was confused by the question because I didn't expect it. "How?" I asked in confusion.
I would be schooling in NewYork while he would be in California studying medicine. From what I heard, they were the busiest students ever and it's not like California is close by either. So how would that work? "I don't know how but just promise me you will let me be in your life."
"You are already in my life." I replied.
He must have seen the fear and confusion in my eyes because he started moving again. He was so slow and wouldn't let me change the pace. I was soon purring and gasping. All my fear, gone with the wind.
"Sylvester please faster!" I pleaded several times but he ignored me.
He brought my two legs up and placed them on his shoulders. He asked me to touch his nipples. I started kneading them softly as he paced up a little. He would slam a bit then roll his waist round, making his penis stuck inside my clit like a rolling pin, twisting me inside out. I could only gasp and moan. Then all of a sudden, he started going fast.
"Oh, Sylvester! Yes! Yes! Don't stop!" I yelled as I approached my bliss. "You are mine, Cat, you are mine!" I heard him affirm and it sounded so sexy and right. That moment, I agreed with him and screamed for him to hear. "Yes! Sylvester, I am yours. I am yours.!" Then a bolt of lightning shot through my body and I went stiff trying to beat it.
I was shivering in his arms when he climaxed. We were holding on to each other, feeling the tremors.
"I love you Caitlin woods" he whispered into my ears, startling me. I tried to get out of his arms but he wouldn't let me. "You don't have to say anything. Just stay with me like this for a long time." He whispered into my ears. I relaxed back and let him cuddle me. I can't remember how long we stayed like that but by the time I woke up again, it was dark and he was still sleeping. I gazed into his eyes for a bit and really didn't want to get up but it was time to leave. So I shook him gently until he woke up. We took a bath together and would have had another round but my body really aches and I could hardly walk so he refused me.
He saw me to my cab and as I headed home I realized that I never got to find out where his grannies went and had no idea what I would tell my Dad when I get home because Uncle Liam had already started calling my phone by the time I get to the shop to pick up the truck of flowerpots.