Chapter 37 – Sylvia
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Sylvia
As his chiseled body hovers over mine, I sense myself losing all control of my common sense. I’ve always prided myself on my common sense and now I feel like a victim to baser instincts I’ve never before experienced. I don’t kiss a lot of boys. He’s only the second.
I never thought I would make it to this moment and have a man, a hunk of a man at that, pressing his body against mine and wanting me desperately. His hardness jerks in his boxer briefs, eager to escape. I love his tattoos.
I run my hands over his arms and wait for him to free himself. My stomach lurches when I see how big he is. Not big. Gigantic. My tightness throbs and my head feels woozy at the mere thought of taking something so big between my legs.
Will it fit?
His body leans forward against mine and I touch his face, drawing it to mine. I want to kiss him more before I feel him inside me for the first time.
“I love you,” he whispers. “I swear, I love you, Sylvia. Come closer.”
He grabs my hips and pulls me closer. I feel the tip of his cock pressing against me and my body doesn’t freeze. I want him badly too. I grab his ass and pull him against me.
“I’m not scared,” I whisper. “I know you love me.”
He slides forward slowly, the head of his dick spreading me open slightly as I prepare to lose my virginity to him.
“Easy,” he whispers. “I’ll go easy.”
I bite down on my lower lip and feel the heat surge through me as the large head spreads me open. He slides forward an inch and I feel him down there. I’ve never felt anything like this before and his dick feels good.
“More,” I whimper. “I can handle it.”
He presses his hips forward and enters me completely.
I cry out as I feel his big cock deep inside me.
I feel completely full and I’m gasping for breath as our bodies press together.
He moves and I can’t control myself. After a few minutes of him pumping his hips between my legs, I climax for the first time with our bodies joined together.
He doesn’t stop there. He pulls his dick out of me and kisses all over my thighs before pressing his tongue between my legs.
He’s begged me to do this dozens of times before and tonight, I’m ready and eager for what he can do with his tongue.
He spreads my lower lips apart and drives his tongue deep into me, lapping up my wetness and sucking on my lower lips until I scream.
After that, he climbs between my legs again and we make love three more times until I can’t anymore.
We planned for this, so I’m on birth control and when he’s ready to finish, I wrap my legs around his hips so he can finish inside me.
His dick feels amazing and I don’t want to let him go when we’re done.
He kisses me until my lips are sore and then he rolls off me with a big smile on his face and there’s a big smile on mine too.
I love him so much.
His fingers interlace with mine and he turns to look at me with those gorgeous blue eyes.
“I want to tell people,” he whispers.
“We can’t. What will happen next semester?”
“Okay,” he whispers, squeezing my hand. “I had to try again.”
“You know I can’t stay tonight, right?”
“Yeah. But I don’t want you going back alone.”
I bite my lower lip. I don’t want to risk anyone seeing us together. We’ve already been taking bigger and bigger risks. Eventually someone will knock on my door and I won’t be there and they’ll find out exactly where I’ve been.
“I don’t need a babysitter.”
“I never said you did. I just care.”
He touches my face.
“Am I fucked in the head for loving you, Syl?”
“Yes. Probably,” I whisper. “But I don’t care. I’ve never been in love before. I didn’t think it would happen for me.”
He chuckles, but I’m not joking. I’ve never exactly been lucky with guys.
I never told mom and dad, but kids at school bullied me a lot for my skin tone.
I wanted to be lighter for most of my childhood and I hid my shameful self-hating thoughts from my Haitian parents who always taught me to be proud of everything about where I came from.
They would have been humiliated to have a daughter who didn’t exude black pride 24/7.
I just wanted people to like me the way they liked the mixed girls, the way they liked Denise and Teresa, who were at least a few shades lighter than me.
I probably would have still hated myself if I’d never met Amina.
She was the first time I saw myself in another person and thought she was stunning — like a model.
I slowly started to love myself, but those old insecurities still sting.
I feel stupid for ever feeling that way, like I’m betraying my whole bloodline.
“It’s not funny,” I tell him.
“I never thought this would happen for me either,” he says. “How can you forgive my past, Sylvia?”
“You’re not a bad person. You just made mistakes.”
“Yeah. Come here.”
He pulls my head onto his chest and I love feeling his bulging muscles beneath it.
He has a nice chest, with gorgeous tattoos.
I want to touch all of them and ask him about all the ink on his skin.
But tonight, I can appreciate the quiet movement of his chest for a few more minutes before I have to leave.
The time sneaks up on me faster than I want. I have to go. I roll off his chest, waking him up in my attempt to sneak out.
“Running off?”
“Yeah.”
“Please let me drive you back.”
“I can drive myself. I swear, I’ll be fine.”
He never wants to let me go.
“Okay. I’ll miss you,” he murmurs in that perfect accent.
My stomach tightens. I’ll miss him too. I act all cool about it, but I hate that we have to keep this a secret. Still, that’s where my common sense kicks in. If people find out about us… that could ruin everything.
“I love you.”
“Love you too. I’ll stay here, since you refused me.”
“Good night.”
“Good night. I’ll call in the morning.”
And I believe him, because he always calls when he promises. I never have to doubt him.
I hurry out of the house to my car and drive back to campus along the country roads. I park my car in my secret spot — Crispin Barclay’s old spot — and get out of the car. I have a little walk back to the dorms and campus is eerily quiet at this time.
I don’t make it three feet away from my car before I feel a large hand on my forearm. I scream and whip around to fight off whoever grabbed me, but the attacker just pushes me against the car hard and wraps their hands around my neck.
Holy shit. I can’t breathe.
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