Instead of pulling out, Synder’s eyes flashed to mine. I’d never seen someone’s eyes spit fire before. Synder’s did though. This time, he pulled out. Thinking he was upset, I started to explain myself. Then, he tucked his dick back in his pants and yanked me off the countertop. He didn’t say a word as he carried me through the house and into his bedroom. I’d been inside there several times before. Normally, it was to sneak him gifts, put away his clothes, or tidy up every now and then. I’d never even sat on his bed. So, when he laid me down on his massive bed, I sighed against the crispy clean linens.
Synder removed his pants, then joined me on the bed. He hovered over me and kissed me deeply. I tasted myself on his tongue. Next, my pajama shirt disappeared. I was naked underneath, pleasing Synder. Moments later, he slid back down my body to feast on me again. He brought me to climax, then skirted up my body to restart his penetration.
Anticipating the uncomfortable feeling to come, my hands gripped his shoulders. As he sank into me and past my barrier, he groaned deeply. He kissed the few tears that slipped free and followed it up with a sweet kiss to my lips.
“I’ma give you my last name, Sienna,” he stated. He started moving inside me, and I held on for dear life. The pressure he caused deep inside me bubbled up and swelled in the pit of my stomach. He kissed his way to my nipples and sucked on them one by one. I enjoyed the way he moaned with me and made sweet love to me. As the pressure built, I could no longer take it. I’d waited for a moment like this. I’d only known Synder a few weeks, but this didn’t feel rushed. This didn’t feel weird. It felt right.
“You gon’ say yes to me, Sienna?”
I thought I said yes. I couldn’t recall because an orgasm overtook me. This was the most magical night of my life.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. A little sore but thoroughly satisfied, I moved as quickly as I could to get ready for the day. I was behind schedule, and Synder and Whimsy were likely waiting for me. I hurried through my morning routine and blushed at the signs of Synder all over my body.
Downstairs, Synder stood in the middle of the living room, twirling a black blind fold in his hands.
Curious, I asked, “What’s that for?”
He tugged me close and kissed my lips. “Good mornin’, my baby.”
Blushing harder than ever, I replied, “Good morning, Baby.”
He groaned and gave me another longer kiss that stole my breath.
“I have plans for us today.”
My eyes brightened. “That’s wonderful!”
“First, I got something for you. I need you to put this on.” He dangled the blindfold in front of my face.
“Okay,” I said.
He secured the blindfold over my eyes, took my hand, then led me where he needed me to go. A brisk breeze alerted me that we were outside.
Smiling from ear to ear, I wondered what the surprise could be.
“Ready?” he questioned.
“Yes!” I squealed.
His hand slipped from mine, then he was in front of me, blocking the sun. He removed the blindfold, then stepped aside. There was a custom-painted, candy red Rolls-Royce Cullinandecorated with a big green bow, a huge stuffed elf, and several gift boxes sitting on the hood.
“You like it?” he asked.
“It’s lovely,” I gushed.
He grinned. “Aight, cool. Peek inside so you can open the rest of ya gifts.”
Back home, I had a red G-Wagon and a red Bentley. The Cullinan’s color matched perfectly. I ran my fingers over the crisp paint job and ducked my head inside opened the door for me. Gasping, I marveled at the caramel leather seats with red trim. It was top-of-the-line and perfect.
“I love it!” I squealed again, grabbed Synder’s beard covered cheeks, and brought him to me for a kiss. “It’s perfect.”
“You perfect,” he countered against my lips.
My throat clogged at his admission. Something in his sparkling chocolate eyes floored me. It looked too much like love, and I knew that wasn’t possible.
Or is it,I thought.No, it can’t be, I mulled. We hadn’t known each other for a full month. Love wasn’t that simple.
“Come on, Love. Open ya gifts,” he directed.
