Michael
I never thought Sylvie had it in her, but she had completely surprised me with what she'd done. Not only had she done what I was not bold enough to do, she had executed the kiss in the best way possible.
The adrenaline rush soon stopped and Sylvie instinctively pulled away from the kiss, her cheeks red with embarrassment. "I'm so sor—"
I stopped her by gracing my lips with her. Slowly I lifted her from the floor and took her to the bed, her hard breasts pushing against my sturdy chest. I made Sylvie up to be this innocent lady in my head, but on the bed she was a completely different person.
While her tongue wrapped around mine, Sylvie's hands guided me to her breasts, and gently she squeezed them, gesturing for me to take control. My hands circled her nipples and squeezed her demanding breasts passionately, while she rocked her hips hard against my throbbing arousal.
Pushing her over, I subdued her to the bed and pinned her down with my body. Slowly, I brought my middle finger down and slid it gently over her folds,, then gently I introduced motion to the finger.
Sylvie threw her head back, her back arched in pleasure, and a light moan escaped her lips.
"Keep going.." She breathed.
I did it again, this time my fingertip slipping between and gathering her wetness.. She cried out against my lips, her back arched in the most seductive manner ever. Two fingers worked into her, and her eyes rolled back into her head. I began a steady rhythm, every thrust and pull, a delicate and well calculated movement. This was our first time, and I didn't want things to get rough. I was taking it easy, and it was a punishment worse than torture.
Again she arched her back and her breasts pushed hard against my skin. I brought my lips down on her nipples, and suckled onto them roughly, and between intervals would give her tip, a gentle bite.
Gradually, we began to lose our clothes, and soon we were both naked, tangled in each other's embrace.
Her hands tangled in my hair, and she pulled on them. Her legs wrapped around me, and her thighs spread demandingly. Taking the hint, I pulled out my fingers, and entered her.
I started slowly, but contrary to my decision, Sylvie wanted all the smoke. With a sly smile on my lips, I harkened to her demands, pounding her with every ounce of strength in my body.
She twisted from one side to the other, her hands gathering up the soft sheets, while her soft cries filled the air.
"Yes! Yes!" She managed just before I felt the hot fluid spill between her legs. At the same moment, I exploded inside of her, my soft moans a cry of satisfaction.
My breath was labored, but I kissed her regardless. "What's your answer now Sylvie? Don't you want to be mine?" I asked as I rubbed her cheeks, my lips constantly kissing her nape.
"I..I'll be your woman. I want to be yours, Michael Black." She said amidst unsteady breaths. I kissed her again, this time more passionately than the last time. She was already tired, so I let her sleep while holding her close to my arms. Even though Sylvie had agreed to become my lover, I knew I had to be patient and slow with her. She clearly wasn't over her feelings for Antonio yet, and the only way for me to make her forget about her ex was to make sure I love her more than Antonio ever has.
I would consider Antonio her first real love, and his influence and looks were also things that had forced Sylvie to remain attached to him. Even though she was trying her best to stay away and not get hurt by him a second time, it was obvious that she was struggling. She couldn't shake away the good memories of the time they spent together, and Antonio was obviously taking advantage of her weak resolve.
I calmed myself after five minutes of thinking. Now that we were somewhat official, I was certain Sylvie would try to curb her impulsive feelings. She was the type who was always dedicated to her relationships, and wasn't the one to cheat. She was indeed the perfect woman, and I couldn't wait to start a family with her.
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I woke to the smell of breakfast, and while Sylvie was still by my side, she had a tray of food by her side.
"Good morning.." she greeted shyly, a little smile on her face as she turned away upon making eye contact.
"Good morning Sylvie.." I replied before sitting upright on the bed. "Did you cook?" I asked and she nodded.
"We forgot to have dinner last night, so I woke up earlier than usual due to hunger. I hope it's fine though, I'm not going to get penalized am I?" She inquired with widened inquisitive eyes.
"Of course not! You live here now, you're free to do what you want." I replied with a smile before leaning in to kiss her on the lips. I had eaten her meals before, and I knew how terrific she was at cooking. Unlike me who lacked the basic culinary skills, Sylvie's cooking skills were almost on par with those of a trained chef. She rarely ate out, so the years of cooking for herself have done nothing but help her perfect her recipes and skills.
We ate together, but she wouldn't let me feed her. She either turned away shyly or scolded me for playing with food even though she was well aware of my intentions.
After the meal we both settled in the living room to watch television. I had given the team a day off just to get their things together and relax, work would begin in earnest the next day.
Sylvie laid in my arms, and we both had our eyes fixed on the television when suddenly my phone rang. Excusing myself, I picked it up and was greeted by my mother's personal doctor.
"Dr Harrington, is something the matter?" I asked with my heart in my stomach. I always got anxious any time I received a call from the doctor, but because Sylvie was around, I had to control my anxiety a little bit.
"Mr Black, it's your mother." The doctor replied, his voice subtle yet serious.
"Don't keep in suspense, tell me what's going on already!" I scolded.
"She collapsed."