Silly Girl

by Michel Prince

  “Actually, Matthias,” Sylvia said, with conviction this time. “I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

  It took everything in her to pull away, but she knew it was for the best.

  As she lay on the sofa alone she had a long conversation in her head. All the scenarios from the past decade played out in her mind, but this time they all ended in a heartbreaking morning after.

  Sitting straight up Sylvia looked down the hall to Matthias’ open bedroom door. The motto of loved and lost was dancing around her mind. So what if she became a one-night-stand to Matthias Jessup? It wasn’t like she had a chance to be more. This was her one shot at feeling his body against hers for real. His smooth skin and tight body against hers, surely for him this was happening because of a lack of options, but for Sylvia it would be a dream come true. The memories alone made it worth the hard glare of the morning’s sun.

  Mustering up the courage to walk the twenty or so feet to his door, Sylvia stood up, fluffed her hair, and walked straight to the kitchen. Leaning her elbows on the countertop Sylvia buried her head in her hands and fought the angel and devil on her shoulders. As long as Matthias didn’t come out and hear her pro-con list she whispered to herself, she’d be fine.

  If you learn how he is in bed all your dreams will be dust—con.

  He could be better than your dreams—major pro.

  You don’t need sex—lie.

  He’ll see your scars—con.

  He can make it so you don’t have to spend the next week masturbating more than a teenage boy to get him out of your system—pro…with a little con.

  Right now he likes you—pro.

  He likes you because he respects you—pro

  He could be lying to get you to screw him and really thinks you’re a loser—con

  You’ll never respect yourself if you become a one-night-stand to him—con.

  You only have one chance to be with him and this is it, it’ll never come again—

  Hmm.

  Oh Jesus, she thought as her back fell against the wall.

  “Come on, Sylvia, ten more feet, and Matthias will be spreading your thighus.” Okay, now Sylvia had truly lost it. She was in the really bad rhyming phase of her delusion. She turned back to the living room when she heard a grunt from his bedroom that stimulated every hormone known to man. That grunt was exertion, that grunt was a man working, that grunt…needed a groan with a purpose.

  The hormones raced and Sylvia practically sprinted into Matthias’ bedroom, but didn’t see him. It took a minute for her to find him in the air above his bathroom door. He had a pull-up bar mounted in the doorframe and he was doing dips to strengthen his triceps. Sylvia used the doorjamb to hold herself up as she almost fainted at the sight of his tensed muscles. His shirt was off and there was a light misting of sweat covering his chocolate colored skin.

  Matthias had been so focused he hadn’t seen his observer at first, but when he did he dropped to the ground and stood facing Sylvia. The cut of his abdominal muscles had an eight, not six pack, with the beautiful V right at his hips. He was in workout shorts that hung off his ass with such perfection Sylvia began to regret the thought of ripping them from his body. Best of all, the tattoo with Sharee’s name had been removed.

  As she let out the air in her lungs her bottom lip trembled and Matthias took a step toward her.

  “Did you need another blanket?” he asked as Sylvia forgot how to speak.

  Stumbling through her mind she felt like Ralphie asking Santa for a Red-Rider B.B. Gun.

  “No…um…I was thinking,” Sylvia began as she tried to control herself enough to not ask if he had a set of handcuffs around. “That…are you the damn model for Batman’s suit?”

  “Huh?”

  Sylvia composed herself by closing her eyes, but even then she couldn’t help thinking of Matthias’ tight chest and what she could do with a can of whip cream.

  “I will probably never see you again after tonight,” Sylvia said as quickly as she could. Strangely, her voice hit about five octaves higher than she was hoping for.

  Sylvia looked at Matthias’ face and prayed he would show some glimmer of, oh no, I’m going to bring a priest over in the morning to marry us immediately! Okay, that fantasy wasn’t going to happen, she thought.

  Matthias stood steadfast and a little bit confused.

  “Okay, so what does it matter if you think I’m a trick, because whether we sleep together or not we’ll never be together after tonight so I might as well…go for it. So to speak.”

  Sylvia swallowed hard and nibbled on her lips hoping he didn’t bust out laughing. To her surprise, he looked at her and started to speak, but then stopped. He seemed to be trying to work out something in his mind.

  In one giant step he cradled her head in his hand and kissed her in a way that shook her to the core. The passion behind his lips sent her into a frenzy. She wrapped her arms around his neck for support as she tasted the sweetness still on his tongue as it gently stroked hers.

  With his other hand he lovingly glided down her back, and when he squeezed her ass she fell against his firm body. She could feel the wet heat building in her core and the groan she wanted to hear from him came out of her instead. He finally released and she held tight to his flexed biceps as she slowly opened her eyes.

  “You let me kiss you,” he said with a smile.

  “Yeah, I guess I did.”

  Matthias released her quivering body causing her to brace herself against the wall to stop from falling over.

  “That’s all I wanted.”

  * * * *

  Matthias knew how to maintain his cool in a game. To block out the taunts of the other players on the floor. Even shit talk with the best of them in the league, but the crap that came out of him at that moment was pure playa’ shit.

  All he wanted was a kiss, bullshit. He wanted to lay Silly down on his bed and feel every inch of her body. He wanted to spread her thighs, taste his way to her center and find out how many licks it took. But if there was one thing he had learned tonight, Silly had a vision of him, and even if it was a fallacy, until he could show her the beauty he saw in her cool blue eyes, she never would fully surrender to him.

  Silly’s skin paled, then blushed as she turned in embarrassment. Matthias caught her wrist and spun her back into his body. With one caress from the back of his hand to her cheek he wanted to kick himself for playing games with something as important as her heart.

  With his finger he lifted her chin and saw tears in her eyes, they hadn’t fallen yet.

  “You know I’m bullshittin’.”

  “No, I don’t.”

  “I’m sorry, Silly Girl, don’t cry,” he said, and to his surprise she held her tears in. She was so strong. He knew he had to right this.

  “Whether we do this today or never, I still want you around.”

  Matthias could see the trepidation in her eyes and part of him just wanted to hold her all night to prove his point. He’d take the ache in his groin to prove to her that she was what he was interested in—not just her body.

  “You don’t have to lie to me.”

  “I’ll never lie to you.” Matthias brought his lips to hers again. “The fact I want to try out every position known to man and make up a few new ones while I take you in every room in the house isn’t going to change the fact…all I asked for was a kiss.” He felt Silly’s skin begin to heat up. “I want it fast and I want it slow. I want to make you scream in other languages as you claw at my back while I push both of our bodies to the point of utter exhaustion until you curl into my arms and we both drift into a coma. But all I asked for was a kiss.

  “Sylvia Kinder, I never learn a woman’s last name. Most of the time I don’t learn her first name. Sitting in the back of the club, I’ll see a body, I’ll point, she’ll come, and if she talks I hear a grown-up from Peanuts. Wha, wha, wha, wha, wha wha.”

  He lightly brushed his goatee against Silly’s cheek. She trembled and held tighter to his body
.

  “I want to know you, all of you, not just your body.”

  Matthias nibbled on Silly’s neck, inching her hair out of his way. Silly’s lips brushed his nipple. It hardened and a shot went straight to his hips.

  “Silly Girl, I don’t even look at the women’s face.” He nuzzled against her neck so she knew what he was about to say was from memory. “I know you have three freckles under your left eye, after you bite your bottom lip it flushes redder than a cherry and your eyes are so blue I was afraid they were fake.”

  Matthias began gathering the fabric of her shirt in his hand.

  “But I know they aren’t, because every chance you give me I’m staring into them and there is a small shade variation that creates flower petals in your irises.”

  Matthias could feel her trembling against his body as his erection crept ever stronger from breathing in her warm scent. He pulled back and used two fingers to lift her chin that had become buried in his chest. When their eyes met he was at full mast. Lightly across her bottom lip he stroked his thumb. When she nipped it his balls clenched.

  Their lips fused in a fury as he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Removing the sweatshirt he felt his heart skip a beat. It wasn’t just her bra that was missing. She had been going commando. A growl came from somewhere deep inside at the thought that he had been so close all night.

  “All night, you’ve been…” he said breathless.

  “I’m sorry. The shirt went to my knees and…”

  Matthias cut her off with a hungry kiss that had them both tugging at his shorts. Lifting her to the bed Matthias crawled over her body and without thought he guided his sex to hers, but she pulled away, backpedaling to the other side of the bed.

  Dumbfounded Matthias stared at Silly who had one hand on her chest and the other extended like a traffic cop.

  “Condom.”

  Was all she said and he wanted to cross the bed and take her even more. It was the first time in years a condom hadn’t been the first thing on his mind and the first time a woman had asked for one.

  * * * *

  “Yes, right…that makes sense.”

  Matthias walked into his closet and dug through a bag, returning with a strip of golden wrapped condoms. Sylvia hoped he believed that was the only reason she’d stopped him. His warm body felt wondrous against hers, but she knew she could never be on the bottom. Her mind could get past the memories, but her body seemed to have a memory of its own.

  “You know, I always use one,” Matthias assured as he looked at her on her knees smiling at him.

  “You sure?” she asked, happy her ruse had worked.

  “Promise.” He swiped his finger in an X on his chest.

  “Good.” Sylvia smiled then held her breath as she watched him slide the latex over himself.

  She wasn’t sure if she could handle someone that size. But this was her one shot with him and she was going to make it count.

  Matthias crawled across his bed to her. They were both on their knees when he took her in his arms again.

  “Where were we?” he asked as his hand stroked her cheek, then traveled to her chest where he let his thumb play with her erect nipple.

  Sylvia swallowed, remembered that breathing required her to take in and release air, and breathed in as he kissed her.

  The passion behind his embraces had been causing her to tremble. How he stirred something that she kept locked so deep inside her she’d never know. She loved how he seemed to need to feel every inch of her. Normally she’d have been self-conscious of being naked, but she wasn’t with him. His eyes didn’t seem to be upset with her round ass or her hips that had seen more than one pan of brownies. His eyes contained such desire she couldn’t help but feel attractive in her own skin.

  “God you’re beautiful,” he whispered as he nuzzled her neck. “Your body is amazing,” Matthias moaned as his hands stroked her backside, gripping it tightly. Sylvia couldn’t help but smile as his hands continued to explore her body

  He didn’t need to say that. She was a sure thing.

  Sylvia didn’t know how to say lay down and let me ride you. It seemed too forward, even if she’d done it a thousand times in her mind. But Matthias took away responsibility and lay back on the bed pulling her on top of him. His hands glided up her torso, sliding to her back when he hit her breast, then his hands came up to her shoulders. Pulling her to his chest she fell to his lips and loved every lick of his tongue on hers.

  Straddling Matthias, Sylvia couldn’t believe she was really there. In the matter of a few seconds the man she had dreamed of for years was going to be inside her. She could feel herself becoming slick and sat up as Matthias let his hands travel to her thighs.

  “Woman you’re so thick,” Matthias said with a growl. Sylvia stared in shock at his statement. “That’s a good thing. I could stare at your body all night.”

  “Okay,” Sylvia said playfully as she started to roll off him, but his hands latched onto her hips and held her in place.

  “I haven’t wanted anyone as much as I’ve wanted you,” he said and took one of his hands and slid it between her thighs.

  As his fingers teased her she bit her bottom lip, closed her eyes, and let her head fall back. She whimpered as his long finger entered her. Then two and he stroked her, increasing his speed. It had been so long since she had been touched she didn’t know how to act. Her fingers ran over his abs and when she hit his chest he had hit his stride inside her.

  “I need you,” she moaned and reached behind her finding his erect manhood.

  Holding tight, she moved back and felt the head stretch her, but the wetness he had created made it easy for her to glide over him. He sat straight up and held her head in his hands and kissed her with a fever. When he released her they stared at each other. She hadn’t even moved her hips yet and he was panting. Oh God, she thought, could this be any better?

  With each rock of her hips Matthias reacted. Whether it was his lips or his hand he was going to let her do her thing and reward her by heightening the experience. Not only was he filling her core to capacity and rubbing against parts of her that had never been touched, he was suckling on her nipples, raking his fingers down her back, or nibbling on her neck.

  Her thighs stayed tight to his hips as they joined in a myriad of pleasures. Sylvia never knew she had that many nerve endings in her body. He found every one and was tweaking them in such a way she couldn’t help coming hard.

  Matthias didn’t miss a beat when her core clenched his shaft and she stopped rocking over his manhood. His hands kept her hips moving, going faster than she had been, and kept the orgasm going until a second and third one rippled over her entire body causing her nipples to perk and her skin to raise. She yelled incoherently, delivering on his promise of her speaking in tongues.

  When her vision cleared enough she looked down at him, every muscle clenched and his head pressed against the wood headboard. With one final stroke she felt him pulse inside her as his hips fell back to the bed. Not one to not return a favor she rotated her hips and he looked at her as if he was trapped. He was still erect and as she rode him for another minute his eyes rolled back in his head.

  “Stop…” he begged. “I can’t take…ignore me,” he groaned. “That feels so…no…I can’t.”

  Sylvia finally stopped, but found his lips and he held her tight while rolling with her in the bed. After she was on her back he rolled onto his side. Sylvia found the comforter and covered herself to her chest. Matthias, unashamed, stayed uncovered on his side, and she smiled at the sight of his athletically chiseled body.

  “What’s your recovery time?” Sylvia asked, and he smiled.

  Chapter Six

  Matthias’ internal clock was set to wake up by four-thirty. The fact he went to bed an hour and a half ago notwithstanding. For the first time in years, his first instinct wasn’t to hit the shower and then make a protein shake. Instead he was content to look at the way the last of the streetligh
ts cut through his blinds and crossed Silly’s cheeks.

  His finger traced her face taking in the form of her cheekbones, jaw, and lips. She was the sculpture he needed to feel to understand. Although she seemed uncomfortable at first she was too exhausted to fight him when he literally begged her to keep the shirt on the floor. He wanted her naked lying next to him. Her soft skin caressed his while he slept for the few minutes he got.

  It had to of been an hour because he had traced her hips, thighs, knees all the way down and back up. Going over her ribs and landing at her nipples lovingly exposed for him. He traced lightly and they responded hardening from his touch as a smile crossed her face.

  She had ink, but not in the normal spots. No tramp stamp on the back, nothing on the ankle, no little flower around her belly button. Instead below her left breast was a trail of ivy that went down to a blooming rose on the right side of her stomach. When he traced it he noticed bumps in the skin making the rose 3-D.

  The ivy trail went south from the rose to a second one on her right hip with a similar disfigurement where her skin was smoother. A scar? The trail worked its way across her stomach then stopped at a third rose on her left thigh.

  He felt strange in the way that he wanted to keep her here in his bed so he could marvel at her soft curves. To him, she was beauty personified. The way her hair would lightly fall across her cheek begging for him to tuck it back behind her ear so he could take in the full view.

  Silly’s leg bent up and he saw scars on her foot and toes. Her perfect alabaster skin was marked with tiny pink marks. They were older, he could tell by the fact they were slightly faded, but he let his finger go over them, feeling the small raised area. She pushed them back under the cover and rolled on her side.

  Matthias, still exploring his living sculpture, was content in thinking she’d dropped a glass on her foot. That was the only thing that made sense to him about her feet, and right now there were other parts calling for him to touch.