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’smybirthday, and formybirthday, 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 cityhaving the best skyline. Sylas pointed out various landmarks and talked about the history of some of them, which, sadly, I didn’t know.
