I haven't finished this chapter, but I thought I'd give you a segment to tide you guys over --- especially for those who are still reading and eagerly waiting. Thank you so much!!
And for those who are rooting for Sylar/Emma, I think this have "more" happy times between these two are in your favor :) Otherwise this series would just seem too debbie-downer through and through.
Thanks for the patience and kind messages you've all been sending me.
Expect the second half of this chapter it be much longer!
As always, comments super appreciated.
05/02 xx
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Sex had never been like this. Well, never was a bit of an overstatement, but Sylar really couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed having a girl stay with him for so long.
During the rare minutes of the night that Sylar let Emma leave his side, he found himself wondering if any other relationship was comparable to the last twenty four hours. Twenty four hours of dragging Emma back into bed and ravaging her. Even when he couldn't get it up, he had to get her off. Be inside of her somehow - her mouth, her pussy, with his fingers, his cock, his tongue. Her soft mewls reassured him he wasn't dreaming.
And sometimes he wondered if he was dreaming. A part of him was in strict disbelief that he'd finally got her, and clung to the fact that he might be dreaming. Another part of him knew it was because sex with Emma was simply that good.
At least for the virgin she was, it was
really
good.
After a few tries, he quickly discovered the trick to easing her pain and maximizing her pleasure. Emma had a surprisingly hungry sex drive with a long stamina. Her orgasms were short, but her body reveled in the aftermath, clinging to him as if he were the only rock in an angry ocean. Never had he felt an orgasm like hers. Her inner muscles didn't pulsate, instead they locked grip onto whatever part of him was in her until they got tired.
And that was the trick. Emma remained decently wet until her orgasm, but after she came, and her muscles relaxed, her wetness leaked out from her hole enough for him to slid in and ride her to a second orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery for Sylar. Every half hour, he'd get her pussy worked up until she came, and when she was wet enough, he'd slip right in to make her come again.
Twenty four hours and counting, he mused happily as he propped himself up against the headboard.
He'd heard of sex marathons before. Big orgies or hours upon hours of sex, but even as a porn star, he found them dangerous and stupid. It wasn't a realistic life goal or one to brag about by any means, and so he strayed from any company that extended such invitations.
Sylar stroked his flat stomach and kept his eyes on the door, not wanting to miss the chance to exchange smiles with Emma when she came in. The sound of her footsteps came closer, and Sylar unconsciously inhaled the musky scent that'd invaded the room.
The door creaked open, and he immediately drew his attention to Emma's face. Her nose wrinkled, making him chuckle. This was all new to her. Every expression crossed her face before she knew how to hide it. Their scents were baked into the air and she had yet to figure out if she liked it.
Emma lingered in the door frame, dressed in an oversized university shirt and nothing more. Her legs were smooth, like cream and satin. He wanted to touch them again, stroke his fingers against her thigh. Only this time he would watch the contrast between his hands and her legs... take in the feel and—
"Do you want your water?"
Sylar blinked and saw that she was no longer by the door, but beside him, sitting half way on the bed and holding out the glass of water he'd requested earlier. He reached for it with one hand and used his other arm to scoop her closer to him. Emma squealed, "Hey!" as water splashed from her cup and onto the sheets.
She focused on the water spot. Concentration burrowed between her brows as she wrinkled her nose.
A sharp need to have her happy and as close to him as possible flooded him. He kept his arm around her waist while she remained still. Then it came.
That faraway look rested on her face - a recurring expression that visited their moments together from time to time - one that he hated because he had an inkling it had everything to do with Adam.
Did she think of him when they were together?
he thought as he sipped his water. Or was it only after they had sex. He wasn't sure which was better, but he wished neither option was a plausibility.
So he did the only thing he could think of to stop her train of thoughts. He kissed her lightly in the corner of her mouth. A slight flick of his tongue made her lips part in surprise and he released his hold on her waist to turn her head.
Sylar felt Emma give in to him. She returned his kisses with the passion, pressing her chest into his. Their tongues moving against each other like intertwined lovers. For a second, he dared to open his eyes and felt his chest swell when he saw that her eyes were shut. The translucent skin of her eyelids fluttered as she sucked on his lip before pulling away.
With one leg hanging over the edge of the bed and the other bent and resting against his, Emma shifted away from Sylar and brushed her hair back. Her cheeks were tinted with a soft shade of pink.
Sylar swept in for another kiss. He couldn't get enough of her. The taste, the feel... he felt his stomach coil tightly when Emma ducked her head. He shifted to nudge her with his nose, pretending that that was his purpose all along, and that her reaction didn't sting his heart somehow.
Her mouth parted and he held his breath.
"Are we going to have sex again?"
A storm of thoughts ran through his head, but his face remained stoic as he shrugged. "I'm always ready to have sex," he replied.
Emma chewed her lip.
"I mean, is that all we're going to do?"
"Why? Am I so disappointing you want me out already?"
Her doe eyes widened. "N-n-no. You're good! Really good," she emphasized, unknowingly echoing the same sentiments that'd crossed his mind a million times that day. She stared down into her cup and replied meekly, "It's not about that. I promise."
"I'm kidding, Emma."
"Oh..." and the second oh crossed her face as she brightened up and turned those happy yet shy eyes towards him. "It's hard to tell sometimes," she admitted, "but maybe I'm just bad at reading people. I was only ever good at reading..."
They both thought of the name but refused to say it. Refused to give life to the one thing that could destroy what they had. It was too early to give up yet.
She felt Sylar peel himself away to put his cup on the floor. The loss of contact made her skin feel surprisingly bare. She eagerly welcomed his heat when he returned. One arm slide around her waist and pulled her to rest against his bare chest. His free hand rested against her thigh. A thick finger slowly moved up and towards her center before brushing back down in languid strokes.
"Are you trying to get me to ask you out on a date, Emma?"
Her voice squeaked through her constricted throat. "I-I-I..."
"Would you like to go on a date with me?"
His voice rumbled through her like an echo in a cave.
"I think so," she replied and looked him straight in the eyes.
His finger had reached her outer lips. She could feel it hovering over her opening like a shadow. Suddenly she was unsure of what she wanted. Her legs were already parting to let him in.
Sylar swept his finger up her labia. He ended the motion with a hard press against her clit, causing her hips to jerk. She was so swollen, so sensitive down there that even the slightest amount of pressure could get her off.
"Hm," Sylar said as he massaged her nub. "What would you like to do?"
