Chapter 13
I was on a high when we left my parents’ house. I wasn’t sure why watching Sylas interact with my family made me horny, but it did, and my panties were soaked for a good portion of our visit.
“Why are you over there staring at me, showing all thirty-two teeth?” Sylas asked.
“Because you make me happy and horny.”
I glanced her way with raised brows.
“Happy and horny? That’s a win-win right there.”
“It is. My panties are soaked.”
“Damn. Now you got my dick hard, and we still have ten minutes before we make it to your place.”
Now that I knew his dick was hard, it didn’t help my situation, so I unfastened my seat belt, pulled my loose-fitting skirt up to my waist, and moved the crotch of my panties to the side.
“Baby, what the fuck?”
“I’m horny, Sy, and I need a release.”
“Shit. Give me eight minutes, and I got you.”
My index and middle fingers were already massaging my clit.
“I could cum twice in eight minutes. Mmm, shit.”
I had no idea where we were because I hadn’t been paying attention to the road, but the truck came to a screeching halt. Sylas reclined his seat as far as it would go and pulled me from the passenger side and onto his dick.
“Oh shit!” I screamed when he filled me completely.
“Ride that shit, baby.”
With my ass bumping against the steering wheel, I planted my hands on his chest and rode his dick like there was no tomorrow. The windows fogged quickly as his truck rocked to the beat of my motion.
“Damn, Sy. I’m cummin’!”
I was on the brink of an orgasm before he touched me, so it was no surprise that I reached my climax in record time.
“Give it to me, beautiful.”
My pussy contracted around his dick and summoned his nut. The combination of his dick throbbing against my walls and my pussy pulsing around his dick sent me to heaven and back.
“Sy! Sy! Sy! Oh my God!”
“Argh! Fuck!” he growled as he filled me with his seeds.
“I love you.”
“I love your nasty ass too.”
Wherever we were, I knew we couldn’t be there for long, so I gathered enough energy to get back to my seat.
It was a mess between my legs, and I was certain the front of his pants was drenched.
I found some napkins in his glove compartment, and we cleaned ourselves up well enough to make it to my place.
After our short but satisfying intermission in the car, we came home and spent the night making the sweetest love. Sylas was the only man to ever make my mind and soul feel the same orgasmic effects as my body, and it was something I would never find the words to describe.
I woke up early, showered in the guest bathroom, and made breakfast. Sylas was still asleep when I finished, so I went to the bedroom and woke him up by planting kisses all over his face and chest.
“You smell like bacon,” he said, pulling me on top of him.
“I made breakfast, and I have a gift for you.”
“A gift. Why did you get me a gift? It’s not my birthday.”
“It’s not a birthday gift, but since your birthday is coming up, you can consider it an early gift if you want.”
“Baby, you didn’t have to—”
“I know, but you’ve been very thoughtful with your random gift giving. I wanted to do the same for you. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
I tried to get up, but he held me in place.
“Are you about to let me eat your pussy on the kitchen table? That would be an amazing gift.”
“Boy, no . . . Well, at least not right now, but you can eat my pussy anywhere you want after you open your gift.”
I left a quick kiss on his lips, and this time, I got up with no problems. I went to the kitchen and waited for him, and he appeared a few minutes later wearing boxer briefs. I licked my bottom lip as my eyes raked over his body.
“You like what you see?” he asked with a sexy grin.
“I love it, actually. Do you want to eat first or open your gift?”
“I’ll warm my food up. Let me see what you bought for your man.”
He rubbed his hands together as he smiled from ear to ear.
I knew right then that I’d make it my business to buy him more gifts.
He had no idea what I’d gotten him, but he couldn’t hide his excitement.
I went to get the meticulously wrapped box from the hiding spot in the guest bedroom and returned holding it in front of me.
“That’s a big box,” he said, still grinning.
He took it from my hands, placed it on the table in front of him, and began unwrapping it.
“Legos?” he questioned.
“Yep. Keep going.”
He finished tearing the wrapping paper off and held the box up to get a better look.
“A Lego Airbus A320? Wait, is this—does that say Sable Airlines?”
“I got it custom-made. Open it.”
He opened the box and looked at the pieces. It came with tiny people dressed as the captain, first officer, and flight attendants, who were all Black.
“Baby, this is dope as hell. Did my mother tell you I was obsessed with Legos until I left for college?”
“No.”
“You thought of this on your own?”
“I did.”
“C’mere,” he said, moving the box to the floor and pushing his chair back from the table.
I straddled his lap and let my arms rest on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my body and rested his head on my chest.
“This is the most thoughtful gift I’ve gotten as an adult. Thank you, beautiful.”
“You’re welcome, baby. I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it, almost as much as I love you.”
He lifted his head and looked up at me. I thought he was teary-eyed, but it could’ve been my eyes playing tricks on me. I pressed my lips against his and immediately knew I was about to be his breakfast when he slipped his tongue into my mouth.
I was naked underneath his T-shirt, so when he grabbed my waist and put my ass on the table, there was nothing in his way when he buried his face between my thighs.
“Shit, Sy!”
This position was perfect, with the backs of my thighs resting on his broad shoulders and his arms wrapped securely around my groin.
His tongue dipped and dived between my folds, teased my clit, and tickled my asshole.
The buzzing in my body quickly turned into convulsions as my nectar covered his face.
There had never been a time when this man ate my pussy and went about his day, and this morning was no different.
I thought he might pull me from the table and slam me onto his dick, but I was wrong.
He stood, tore the T-shirt I wore in half, giving him better access to my breasts, pushed his boxers down, and filled me to the brim.
He caressed my breasts tenderly, pushing them together and alternating brushing his tongue over each nipple. After releasing my breasts, he put my ankles on his shoulders, and while making my pussy quake and quiver, he looked me in my eyes with so much love.
The tears I thought I saw gathering in his eyes were back, and when one of them hit my stomach, the river between my thighs began to flow uncontrollably.
“I love you so fucking much, Khiya. I can’t wait to make you my wife,” he confessed.
“I love you too. I can’t wait to be your wife.”
His nut collided with mine, and as he collapsed on top of me, I was grateful I’d gone with the sturdy wooden table instead of the glass one.
Two weeks later, it was Sylas’s thirty-eighth birthday. I tried to plan something special, but he insisted that for his birthday, he wanted to do something special for me. We went back and forth about it for a few days until I finally gave in.
“This is strange,” I said as I looked in the mirror at my outfit.
“What’s strange?”
“It’s your birthday, but you did all the planning, and I have no idea what we’re doing.”
I’d already given him his birthday gift, which was a personalized carry-on bag and suitcase. Initially, I wasn’t sure if it was enough, because luggage wasn’t a particularly special gift, but he was in dire need of a new set.
The first time I traveled with him and saw the condition of his luggage, I was flabbergasted. I would’ve never thought a man like him would have such worn down luggage. He loved it and thanked me repeatedly for being so thoughtful.
“We’ve talked about this too many times, baby. It’s my birthday, and for my birthday, I want to make you happy because it makes me happy. Just roll with it.”
“I am, but it’s still strange.”
He informed me that the first part of our evening was more casual than the second and suggested I wear something that could easily be switched from casual to sexy.
I opted for a simple, fitted, black dress that stopped mid-thigh, and for the first part of our date, I’d wear my Air Max 90s, then switch to my black heels for the second part.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
We left his condo with our hands intertwined until he helped me into his truck. I noticed we were headed toward Chicago, but I knew not to ask where we were going because he told me it was a surprise.
I sat back, closed my eyes, listened to the nineties R&B playlist, and let the sun kiss my skin through the window. The next thing I knew, Sylas was waking me up, and we were parked in a parking lot. I looked around, trying to identify my location, when my eyes landed on a sign.
“We’re about to go on a helicopter tour?” I asked.
“You guessed it, but I’ll be the pilot, and you’ll be my co-pilot.”
I gasped. “Are you serious?”
“No. I don’t need a co-pilot.”
“That’s even better since I don’t have a clue what that would entail. Let’s go.”
I got out of the car before he could come and open my door for me, and met him in front of his truck.
“You know better than that, but I’ll let you slide this time,” he said, fussing about me getting out of his truck without his assistance.
It seemed like it took forever to go over the rules and paperwork. Several times, I wanted to say, ‘I know you know my man is a pilot,’ but I let them finish their spiel, and eventually, we were situated in the helicopter. The butterflies in my stomach ran amok as Sylas prepared for takeoff.
“You ready?” he asked through the headset.
“Let’s do this.”
Slowly but surely, we made it to the desired altitude, and I was mesmerized by the beauty of Chicago.
I may not have been from Chicago, but I would argue anyone down about the city having the best skyline.
Sylas pointed out various landmarks and talked about the history of some of them, which, sadly, I didn’t know.
“You’re such a sweetheart, baby. Thank you for doing this for me on your birthday.”
“Only for you, baby. Hey! Look at that over there?”
“Where?”
“To your right.”
I turned to my right and was stunned to tears by the message displayed across the sky. It said, ‘Khiya, will you marry me?’ in capital letters.
“Sylas,” I choked out.
Words failed me as I stared at the banner flying across the sky. This man had to have fallen from heaven because I’d never experience a love so intentional. I was in such a daze, I didn’t realize we were back on the ground, and I still couldn’t speak.
A few minutes later, he helped me out of the helicopter, and when I looked up, my parents, his parents, our siblings, their spouses, and my best friend were gathered on one side of bright marquee letters that read, “Will you marry me?”
I turned around and found Sylas on one knee, holding a black box with the most beautiful diamond ring.
“Khiya Elizabeth Reid, you came into my life at a time when I was simply existing. I wasn’t unhappy, but I knew I was missing something.
From our first meeting, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I wanted you in my life.
Flying has been my passion since I knew the true meaning of the word, and nothing in my life has ever made me feel as good, as whole, or as blessed .
. . until you came along. I love you, Khiya, and I’d be the luckiest man on earth if you would do me the honor of being my wife. ”
Through tears and a huge knot in my throat, I said, “I’ve never met a man so sweet, thoughtful, and intentional about his love for me. I’d be honored to be your wife. Yes, I’ll marry you, baby.”
As he slipped the ring onto my finger, our families clapped and cheered, as camaras flashed, capturing this special moment. He stood, cupping my face in his hands, and kissed me ever so softly. With his lips hovering just above mine, he whispered, “Only for you, beautiful.”
That night, our families celebrated Sylas’s birthday and our engagement with us. It was easily one of the best times of my life.