by Tyla Walker
I start with a kiss on her lips, our tongues meeting in the process. Then, I move my lips to kiss her brow, chin, neck, collarbone, and further down.
My kisses ignite a fire in her that makes her chocolate-colored body melt. I trace every inch and every curve on her sexy body, tracing them with my hot, wet tongue.
My eyes watch her reactions, enjoying her feverish look as she looks like she’s high from the lust I have given her. So I continue ravishing her with my tongue.
Since she’s already so wet, and that she’s already begging to be fucked again, I comply and give her my raging hot cock. I plug inside her soaking hot walls with my dick, and I instantly feel her clench around it that I groan.
I start moving my hips, slowly this time. Unlike our earlier car sex, our fucking is slow, but it doesn’t lack passion.
My hip thrusts are sensual but hard. I pull my cock out real slow for Cassandra’s pussy to feel every inch of me, then I slam it fast and hard. She moans, and I groan at the addictive feeling.
I do this again and again, and the slow pace actually makes Cassandra melt beneath me. And my cock just gets harder for her, because seeing her like this really turns me on.
“Fuck...Cass...your body...is really amazing...oh...uh…”
I pick up the pace a bit, but I retain the sensual rhythm like we are fucking in a piece of slow and sensual jass music. My cock is making Cassandra’s body sing, and I just drown in the sexy sounds that spill from her lips.
The wet sounds of my cock invading in her wet pussy is a joyous symphony to our lovemaking. I can feel her cunt pulsate around my hard cock, and I can tell that she’s close to cumming again.
“SILVA! Oh! SILVA!” she cries out to me as I fuck her harder. The bed creaks from the weight and strength I’m putting in.
I shower her neck with kisses that soon turn to angry love bites. She moans at that in delight, so I do more of it.
She’s leaking, and the sheets beneath her are damp from her wetness. Cum spilling from the small gaps of her pussy. When I hit her deep spot again, she ends up squirting.
But I don’t stop; instead, I pound my cock harder and faster inside her wet hot cunt.
My cock gets bigger inside her, and if she isn’t this wet, it will be difficult to move. She screams, and I move faster and faster, fucking her to my heart’s content as I am close to releasing everything.
The bed probably moves an inch with how passionate, hard, and fast I am going at it.
Once I finally unload for the second time, I stay still and coat her pussy walls with my seed. Her arms wrap around me tightly as she moans as she reaches her climax as well.
Our essence mixing and spilling from our connected cock and pussy, staining the sheets beneath us. I take a peek at Cassandra’s face, then I kiss her softly.
The kiss is gentle, warm, and chaste; despite the way we finished hard, we still love the gentleness of each other’s touch.
Then we both fall asleep with my cock still very much inside her cunt.
Seventeen
Cassandra
I have never loved anyone besides Silva. That is why it has been a long time since I have ever felt this way. My love for him explodes like a tidal wave, strong and overwhelming. We are in each other’s arms, on the bed, naked.
I still have memories from last night, and I must say that I have missed that feeling. It’s been so long since I have a man do that to me, and it feels so good. The image of Silva’s cock inside me heats me up again, and if not for the fact that we are both exhausted, I might have given it another round right now.
Silva and I had sex before when we were in our teens, but what has transpired last night is something else. We are kids back then, so we are more careful with how we do it.
Now that we are both at the right age, it feels so much better; the intensity is just so different.
I have never cum that much in a long time. There are times when I touch myself because I also have my needs. But it’s different when someone touches you and goes deep inside you.
The pleasure I feel last night is incomparable to those nights when I only have myself to save me when I badly need to release.
Silva wanted me bad last night. And I couldn’t deny that I wanted him just as badly. It feels so good to have someone want you that way. His eyes were hungry for me, and when he devoured me, it was as if my whole world exploded from those unexplainable desires I had for him.
I can still feel the throbbing of my pussy. When his knee moves to my crotch, my insides turn upside down, and I can’t stop myself from responding to it. Damn, is he still asleep?
The man’s naughty, even though he’s clearly asleep.
Then Silva stirs from his sleep. He looks so good, even when he’s still half awake. He brushes the hair covering my eyes and kisses me on the forehead.
“I love you, Cass.”
Silva whispers in my ear. I can’t help but blush. Even though he tells me he loves me a couple of times already, he still causes butterflies in my stomach.
I stare at him, our eyes locking into each other. The bridges of our nose touch, and our lips are separated by a few inches.
I cup his face with both my hands and say, “I love you too, Silva.”
He closes the distance between us and kisses me passionately. This time we take our time as he pulls me closer to him. I can feel his cock, its bulge teasing my trembling pussy.
He goes down my neck and fumbles my breasts while I wrap my arms around his neck. He goes down and sucks at my left breast while his hand feels the other.
My hands now are clutching onto his thick hair. He continues to go down, his tongue traveling all over me. His hands rest on the top of my pussy, and I want him to take me, but it’s as if he’s teasing me because he lets it stay there.
By now, his tongue is on its way to my thighs. He leaves sweet kisses on the outer lips of my pussy. Then he lifts my right leg, places it on his shoulder, and devours my pussy for his breakfast.
“Oh! God!” I shout as I madly hold on to something.
He licks my clit mildly, so I will not cum yet, and massages my inner walls with his tongue. He then inserts his fingers and slowly slides it in. My hands are gripping his hair now, and I can feel moans escaping from him.
“I want you inside me, Silva.”
My pussy is begging for his cock, but Silva does not oblige just yet. He slides his fingers again, this time on my ass. His tongue plays with my clit.
Just when I am about to cum, he moves on top of me, and soon I can feel his cock entering my pussy. He starts fucking me slow. I love how wild we were last night, but I like this too, sweet and gentle.
While he pushes his cock deep inside me, his eyes are searching mine. And when our eyes met, I know that Silva is worth taking the risk.
The situation’s different right now. Silva pushes his cock deeper inside me, and loud moans escape my mouth.
“Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!”
It seems like my moans become an approval for what he does. He increases the pressure, and his hands lather both of my breasts. We both cum, and it feels so good to reach the climax together.
We both catch our breaths with him on my side.
I stare at the ceiling, wondering if all of this is true. I just can’t believe that I’m with Silva right now. All my inhibitions flew out the window, and I only have my love for Silva.
I never imagined that we would see each other again. More than that, all of this feels surreal. I pinch myself, and I feel the sting of it.
This is real. This is really happening to me, to us.
I guess this is the right time to tell him about our son. I don’t think I can wait anymore; he needs to know.
I’m about to speak when my phone rings, breaking the moment. It’s on the left side of the bed where Silva is. It’s within Silva’s reach, so I ask him to get it for me.
“Can you get my phone for me, please?” I ask Silva.
Silva takes my phone, and I can
see the shock on his face when he happens to glance at the caller id picture.
Oh, God! It’s Silver. How can I forget that my son might be calling me this time?
Eighteen
Silva
I reach for her smartphone from the nightstand, and after picking it up, I glance at the screen and sees the picture of the caller ID. I am dumbfounded, and it feels like a heavy blow hits my stomach at the revelation I unravel.
The person in the picture is my son, and I can’t even believe it, and yet, the living proof is calling right now.
I’m such an idiot for believing that he’s the son of another man. He has the same face as me, and he resembles my features, and he only got an onyx bead-like eyes from his mother’s.
I confront Cassy about this discovery, “What is the meaning of this, Cass? Why does this child look like me?”
I’m so mad at myself for falling for her lie.
“Silva, please! Let me explain it to you,” she cries in desperation. She hugs me tight like it’s her last and begs me not to leave her alone. But I’ve freed myself from her embrace and doesn’t listen to her pleas.
She tries to clear the misunderstanding between us. But my mind can’t take all the information she’s confessing to me right now. I leave her on the bed and pick up my clothes on the floor one by one.
“I need to think about all these things by myself.”
Then, I wear my clothes as fast as I can and leave her alone without glancing at her for one last time. I hear her crying from outside of her room, and my tears overflow nonstop in my eyes.
Shit, I wipe my tears.
I hadn’t cried since eight years ago, the time when she left me. Even if my life is in danger, I didn’t cry a single tear from a near-death experience from my missions. Still, she’s the only woman I seriously fell in love with.
I drive my car and go to my other apartment, broken-hearted. I’ve cried and drunk in sorrow in my room. But I still love her more than anything else in this life, and I can’t let her go.
I’ve decided on my next steps, I will marry her no matter what. And to do that, I need to get close to my son and get his trust. Now, I have an excuse to get close to Cassy.
I can hire a private investigator to get Silver’s profile information. And I can visit him at his school while watching him from afar until I get my chance to talk to him. After that, I can get a DNA Test and get a Proof of Paternity.
Well, I’m sure he’s mine. But nothing beats proof, right?
Now, I can propose to Cassy, and she can’t avoid me anymore while carrying an engagement ring in my pocket.
It’s been a week Silver at his school, I’m still watching him from afar. He’s playing on the school grounds with his friends when the ball they are playing rolls down on the main street. And he follows it when a truck is coming on his way without knowing the danger he’s in.
He screams out of panic when he hears the truck blow its trumpet and alarms him to get out of the way in the street, but his body doesn’t move an inch.
I quickly rush to save him from danger and catch his body at the moment where the truck almost hits him. We roll on the cold cemented road with slight grazes and small wounds on our limbs.
“Are you okay, Silver?” I panic, seeing him frightened from the incident.
“It’s okay. You’re fine now, little buddy. Shush...” I comfort him and brush his back, and he cries at my shoulder. “You’re safe now.”
“Mom! Oh!” he cries. He’s still an eight-year-old boy who has a near-death experience.
I want to bring him to the hospital, and I ask for the school’s permission, just in case he has an internal injury. So that they can check if he has an internal injury on his head and body.
And check him in a thorough body examination and CT scan. I’ve tried to reach out to Cassy, but my phone broke from the accident.
We arrive safely to our destination; I carry him to the emergency room, and the doctor checks on him in the radiology room. Luckily, he is fine.
The doctor asks to check on me.
“Thanks, Doc. But I’m fine,” I reply. I walk out of the radiology room with Silver.
I ask him, “Little buddy, You’re fine now. Do you want me to bring you to your mommy?”
“Yes, Mister. I know that she’s working in this hospital. And thank you, for saving me from the truck incident,” he answers. He will be a fine young man someday, he sounds polite and a well-mannered child.
“Are you okay, Mister?” he asks with a worried look on his face.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I smile.
“If I only have a daddy like you, who will save me from danger. I will proudly tell my friends about him. Like... how you save me today like a superhero,” he proudly says with a toothy smile on his face.
“You can call me dad or daddy from now on. Since I’m your real dad,” I explain to him about Cassy and my relationship with her. But I omitted some parts where he’s too young to understand.
“Really?” Silver looks up to me with wonder on his face. “I guess you do look like me. And somehow, I can tell you’re not lying. Mister—um… dad?”
I smile and ruffle his hair in a complete mess. He likes what I do, and I already love this kid. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we’ll be a whole family soon.”
I’m so happy that I have time to talk with Silver and confess to him that I am his father. He’s such a smart and precocious child. He can understand what I am saying about our complicated situation.
While we’re walking into the hospital’s ward, some of Cassy’s colleagues see us walking side-by-side, and they wonder why I’m with Cassy’s son.
“Hey, Silva! You look... not that good. Are you okay?” one of Cassy’s friends calls me while looking at my wounds.
“Yeah, I was caught in a little traffic accident with this little buddy, but we’re just fine, safe and sound.” They look at Silver then, they look at me, and they wonder again.
“You know, it’s crazy. But you look alike.”
“Yeah, there’s an explanation to that.” I agree with her.
I’ve seen a familiar figure walking towards us, and she seems surprised to see me with her son.
Nineteen
Cassandra
I keep calling Silva, but he doesn’t pick up. It has been a week, and I have heard nothing from him. Lukas keeps asking me if we have a fight because Silva isn’t taking his calls as well. I feel like a walking zombie the entire week, and my colleagues notice the change of mood.
Is keeping Silver’s identity a crime? To the point that he will not want to talk to me anymore? I do want to tell him about his son, but I am looking for the right timing. Can he blame me for playing it safe and keeping it to myself until I’m ready to tell him the truth?
I’m doing my rounds as usual, but it’s as if it’s luster fades on me. After I administer medicine or check the patient’s vitals, I proceed with another task. Most of my patients notice the shift too, and somehow I am thankful because they are privy into details of this change.
“Cass. Will you be okay?” Jamie asks.
I want to tell her that I want to, but I can’t. Things will go back to the way it is, if Silva decides to talk to me again. But when I try to explain my side, he never listens.
Everything is so wrong, and I can’t wrap myself around the idea that maybe Silva will walk away from me again. I don’t know what I will do if I ever lose him.
I can’t justify what I have done, but I am hoping that he will understand me. He will see right through my intentions and will understand why I have done that. I still hope he does.
“I’m fine, Jamie. Probably just a little under the weather. I might take a quick nap at the lounge, though.”
They know I’m not fine. It’s written all over my face, but nobody dares ask me. How will they not notice Silva’s absence in the hospital?
No pink camellias are waiting for me in the lobby and no more food deliveries for the rest of the
staff. It’s as if the hospital goes back to how it has been before, dull and boring.
There are too many questions in my mind that I feel so lost. Lately, I’m so deep in thoughts, and Silva constantly invades my mind. Memories of these past few weeks haunt me like a bittersweet nightmare.
How can I tell Silver that I have driven his father away? Because of my stupid decision, Silver will never be able to see his father, and I can’t be with Silva again.
I’m losing sleep these days. And how can I not? The thought of Silva walking away from me keeps me awake all night.
To have Silva back in my life is the most beautiful thing that has happened to me. More than a father to my son, Silva has moved me in ways nobody ever has. I’ve loved no one besides him, and I probably can never love anyone.
It’s a dragging week for me, so when the next day comes, I do my usual rounds and visits Lukas as usual. For the first time, I see him smile. This is odd. Usually, he’s frowning, or he’s down.
I administer his medicine. By then, he is smiling from ear to ear. Am I missing something here?
Since I’m done with what I have to do, I excuse myself. Just when I am about to go to the lounge to take a quick nap, I hear my name over the speakers telling me to go to the hospital lobby.
Bizarre things are happening at the hospital, and I really don’t know what to make of it.
I’m still a few meters away from the hospital lobby, but I can already see the silhouette of a man. Beside him is a little boy who looks like Silver. As I approach these two, I nearly have a heart attack because I see Silva with Silver, the two holding each other’s hands and smiling at me.
Silver runs towards me and hugs me tight.
“I met Dad!” Silver excitedly exclaims.
Did I hear Silver, right? Can someone pinch me, so I will know if this is true, or am I dreaming? Silver continues telling me that his dad saved him like superman at school, and I think I can’t quite follow what he’s saying.
