Page 100 of Silas

She has other plans.

Her hand cups my hipbone, and she kisses a different spot on my back, nearer my shoulder. I hold still, barely daring to breathe. Arousal barrels through me like a tornado, but I restrain it—I’m not sure that’s what she wants, and I’m reticent to show too much aggression yet. I’m not sure she’s ready for that. Someday, maybe. For now, I’m content to let her lead, let her dictate what does or doesn’t happen between us.

Her hand slides over my hipbone, pressing against my belly. I instinctively suck in, and her gentle touch soars onward, smoothing over my navel before diving downward. There’s no hesitation—she grasps my cock in her fist and caresses it slowly, and her lips touch my spine, my shoulder, my neck.

She leans closer to me, pressing harder up against me, and those soft warm wet lips touch my ear. “Make love to me again before you go, Silas. Please?”

I flip to my back, and she continues stroking me with lazy, affectionate, unhurried sweetness. Her eyes are bright, wide awake, shining with love as they meet mine.

She releases me, reaching for my shoulder, pulling me toward her. I follow her guidance, allowing her to tug me over her. Her thighs splay open and welcome me between them, and her hands dive into my hair, tangling and knotting, dragging my mouth to hers, lifting to meet me in a kiss to end all kisses. It’s hot and sweet, slow and deep, hungry and wild and tender all at once. I feel myself slide against the slick warmth of her sex, and she tucks a hand between us and finds me, guides me to her folds. She moans into the kiss without pulling away, and I glide home.

Fuck, she’s so wet, so tight, hot and welcoming, enveloping me, accepting me. She takes me to the hilt, gasping in delight as her tight pussy swallows every inch of me.

Fuck, I’ve never felt anything like this. I’ve never fucked without a condom before, but it’s not just that. It’s her. It’s all that she is. She wants me, and isn’t afraid to show it. She loves how I make her feel, and wants all of it, all of me. She’s eager, hungry for our connection.

It’s transformative—I’ll never be the same, after her.

Instinctively, Naomi hooks her heels behind my back and pulls me closer, her hands still knotted in my hair.

Good god, she’s so eager, so hungry for me. Impatient, demanding, almost. I can’t think—there’s only her and me, only us together.

We move together in perfect rhythm, in a sensual, primal harmony. It’s automatic, instinctual, natural, and perfect. Her hips lift and tilt and roll against mine slowly, unhurriedly, her soft strong thighs clamped around my waist, the hot slick wet glory of her pussy squeezing me as I slide in and out.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, Naomi,” I whisper. “So wet, so tight. Fuck, you feel so incredible.”

She gasps in response, letting out a raspy moan when I drive deep, so deep it aches in my belly.

I feel her squeeze around me, and I groan, cursing. “Oh fuck, honey—you drive me wild when you do that.”

“This?” She squeezes around me again.

“Fuck!” I growl, an orgasm threatening to take over already; I fight it back. “Yes, that.”

She whimpers in my ear and tilts into my thrusts a few times, and then squeezes me again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”

She cups the back of my head and guides my face to her breasts. “Kiss my tits, my love.”

My love. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. My heart, already so full it feels like it could combust, swells further, ballooning and superheating—it grew three sizes that day, as the story goes.

I give her what she wants, laving kisses to her tits, licking, sucking, and nibbling. Now, every time I thrust into her, she squeezes hard around me as I pull back, as if to keep me inside, keep me deep.

“More, Silas. I want more.”

“More, how?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “I don’t…I don’t know. Just…more.”

I catch her beneath the shoulders and neck and lift her up as I sit back on my heels. Her thighs frame my waist and her feet hook together behind my ass, and her hands clutch me at the nape and the back of my head. She’s above me, now, sitting on my thighs, and my cock drives up into her, deeper than I’ve ever been with her, with anyone, ever, and she groans, a low, feral, animal snarl of pure erotic thrill.

“Oh…fuck,” she breathes, wonder in her tone. “This.This. God, yes, my love.”

Her sweet, quiet, innocent voice cursing…it undoes me totally, causes me to nearly lose the fight against coming too soon. I have no control left—I grip her hips and drive up, holding her in place so I can fuck into her, hard and fast.

Her teeth sink into the cord of muscle at the side of my neck, and she snarls again, the sound muffled by the mouthful of me. She slams downward onto me, clinging to my neck for dear life, taking every hard stroke I give her and demanding more.

“Silas, oh god, Silas—yes, fuck…yes, yes!” She all but screams the last word, and I feel her come apart around me, her pussy clamping down on me like a vise, so tight it feels like I can barely move.