He started thrusting. Slowly at the beginning, hardly hitting the spot but making me go crazy nonetheless. Out of impatience, I propped myself up with my elbows and strained my neck to take a look at where we were joined. Seeing that it was the space between us, I wiggled my body down in tandem with his rhythm and pacing and just when we were close enough, he slammed me on the spot. "Yes! Yes! Right there!" I screamed. He then grabbed my waist and brought us even closer. Now every thrust was a touchdown and I was screaming for him to go faster until he had no choice but to cover my mouth with his palm.
"Lock your legs around my waist." He said as he slowed down.
"Don't stop! Please don't stop!" I begged as I did as he ordered.
He scooped me up from the bed and then quickly turned around and sat down, taking my place. In this position, I was sitting on him and he went really deep, filling me up. I could feel him throbbing but what I wanted was for him to move. I wrapped my hands around his neck, using his shoulders to create a balance then I started moving up and down his shaft. I was in such a hurry to get back to that tipping point I was before he changed our position. But he held my thighs and slowed me down.
"Put your legs down." He whispered, breathing hard. I obliged and then he adjusted his position, and started slamming upward. Hitting home each time. Each thrust went so deep I could feel him in my throat. I was gasping, groaning and screaming his name, yet I didn't want him to stop. Each slam seemed to feed on my energy because before long, even though he was holding me up, I collapsed on his shoulder, crying from too much pleasure.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked. I think I alarmed him with my tears. "No." I replied. "keep going, don't stop please." To encourage him, I started moving again but he grabbed me tighter and stood. "Lock your legs around me." He said then went to the wall. After tossing me up twice to find his balance, he relaxed on the wall. With his upper back ok the wall and his torso and lower back thrusted outward. He had his arms under my thighs and his palms were grabbing my butt cheeks firmly. He then started moving his waist again. I didn't have to do anything except hang onto his neck and let him fuck me. It was so good I started purring like a cat. At this point, I didn't really know what was wrong with me. All that mattered was that I wanted to cum but each time I got close, he would slow down and distract me with kisses. It got so bad, I started begging him again. Then he left the wall and carried me back to the bed. He practically dropped me on the bed with his arms still around me and made sure we were still joined in-between my legs. He had my back on the bed and my legs wrapped around him while his frame was hovering over my body and my hands were locked around his neck. He started moving again and each thrust threatened to pull out my soul. I was drenched in sweat but it didn't register. "Cum for me!" I heard him groan. Then he started moving really fast and groaning as loud as I was. My body got enveloped in warmth and goosebumps. I felt electrons sizzling and burning my brain out. Then he called my name and everything went dark.
I don't know how long I slept but when I opened my eyes, it was late in the afternoon and Slyvester was nowhere to be found. I tried to stand up but everywhere ached. I groaned in pain as I propped myself up. I rested against the headboard and dragged the duvet up to cover my chest. I was naked and smelled clean. He must have bathed me before tucking me in bed. Or he probably wiped my body with a wet towel. Whichever one, the fact that I wasn't aware of him cleaning me up and I had slept for hours was enough to make me panic but I somehow suppressed the emotion as my mind wandered back to what had happened earlier in the day.
For days, the more 6i despised Riley, the more I wanted to be with Sylvester. Even before I knew how dysfunctional my family was, I have been rejecting my feelings for him, doing my best not to think of how good he was in bed or how he looks at me when he fixes me. Then the other day, he told me I was his and that phrase wouldn't stop ringing in my head, driving me mad alongside everything already happening.
After my discussion with Dad and Uncle Ron, I was so exasperated because I was feeling cornered and desperate. My heart was so heavy and I just needed an outlet. Couldn't think of a better one than sex. What I didn't expect was how it went. I have never had it so rough. Not with Riley, not with Slyvester. I couldn't help but wonder whether he took some drugs before my arrival. What shocked me more was my reaction to his aggressiveness. I have always hated anything that requires extra muscle flexing but this sex was the best thing that ever happened to me. Despite the pain shooting up my thighs and waistline, I knew deep within me that I would do it again. I felt very tired but also satiated and at peace. Would probably have gotten back to sleep if the door didn't suddenly open.
Slyvester came in with a tea tray containing tea things and a plate of rice and some beef toppings. In response to the delicious aroma that permeated the room, my stomach groaned loudly, earning a chuckle from Sylvester while I turned crimson.
"Good that you are awake. Now eat. It's rice and mutton stew." He smiled at me. I instantly dragged the tray closer and went for the food as he tried to prepare tea by my side.
It was delicious.
"Are you not eating?" I asked with a mouth full of food. " I ate already. .. How do you like your tea? Sweet or…"
"Is it the one your grannie served me the other day? It doesn't smell the same." I sniffed the air to reconfirm my observation. "No. It's not."
"It's that one I want."
"Oh! But she doesn't share her special tea with anyone more than once."
"Why?"
"It's the one she brings out when she wants to impress."
"Oh!" I scooped more rice and mutton into my mouth.
"So how sweet do you want it?" Sylvester asked as he swirled the tea around with a spoon.."I don't want tes ,Water will do." I grabbed the bottle of water on the tray and handed it to him. "Help me " he collected it and removed the sealed cap. I then took a long drag. Didn't know I was that thirsty. Nearly finished the whole bottle before letting up. Then I finished the plate of rice in silence while he watched me eat. After eating, he took the plate out while I sipped on the remaining water in the bottle. It was a satisfying meal.