Page 101 of Silas

“Come with me, my love,” she whispers in my ear. “Come with me. Come with me now.”

I have no choice but to obey—her voice, her body, her movements, her ravenous desire for me, her wild need and uninhibited passion rip it out of me, cause me to detonate into an orgasm so powerful stars burst behind my eyes, galaxies swirling in my veins.

“I’m coming,” I gasp, my voice guttering like a candle. “I’m coming, Naomi.”

“Oh god, yes, I feel it, Silas. I feel you.” Her voice is low, shivering with intensity. “So good. You feel so good, Silas. So good, my love. My love, my love.” She grinds down on me hard in time to her words, fucking me back with everything she has. “Silas, oh god, Silas, I’m still coming—don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“I couldn’t if I tried,” I growl in response.

The slick wet velvet pressure of her pussy squeezing spasmodically around my cock draws my orgasm out into an eternity, and all I can do is fuck her endlessly. Her head throws back and she screams wordlessly as yet another climax soars through her, and she tightens around me even harder. She cups my face between her breasts. I seize a pert tight pink nipple with my teeth and nip, somewhat hard, and she screams again, the scream fading into a drawn-out deep-throated moaning growl of shattered ecstasy.

Still spasming inside her, I roll slow thrusts into her sweet tightness, sucking one nipple and then the other as she shudders and shivers and gasps, her hips helplessly endlessly rolling, tilting, driving—drawing every last moment of pleasure from us both.

Finally, our orgasms release us, and we cling to each other, panting hard, sweating.

She wiggles her ass, giggling, pulling away to cup my face in both hands, gazing down at me with a love so bright it blinds me. “I never knew it could be like that,” she whispers.

Tears shimmer but don’t fall; the joy written on her face and the love in her eyes banish the shadows from every corner of my soul, erasing every moment of pain I’ve ever felt, filling the emptiness of my soul until I overflow with it—with her, with all that she is.

“I would die for you,” I whisper, the words pulled from me, spilling out unbidden.

“No,” she murmurs, bending down to kiss me, still cupping my face; the kiss is soft and sweet and slow. “Live for me, Silas.”

“I love the way you say my name.” I reach up and gather her long thick auburn hair in my fist, wrap it around my hand and hold her closer.

She wiggles again. “I’m a little messy now.” I pivot and scoot to the edge of the bed, taking care to not allow our connection to slip, and then stand up.

She laughs delightedly as I carry her to the bathroom. “Where are you taking me?”

“We’re taking a shower,” I answer.

“Together?” She asks, holding onto my neck.

“Yep.”

She and I both groan as I reluctantly set her on her feet, breaking the connection, finally.

“I like the sound of that,” she says. “More naked time with you.”

I twist on the hot water in the shower and then step out of the bathroom. “I, uh, thought you might need a second to use the bathroom.”

She blushes. “Oh, um, yeah. Thank you.”

I close the door; a few moments later, she opens it again. She waits somewhat awkwardly, unsure what to do next.

“I’ve never showered with anyone before,” she says.

I have—with Sue—but I don’t say so. I reach in and adjust the water so it’s not scalding, and then pull her in after me. I guide her under the stream, and she lets out a sigh of delight.

“How hot do you like your showers?” I ask.

She tilts her face up and scrapes her hair back as it plasters against her scalp and neck and shoulders. “I…I don’t know. This is nice.”

“Is it too hot?”

She shakes her head. “It could be hotter.” I reach past her and make it a touch hotter. “Ohhh, that’s perfect,” she moans.

I let her luxuriate in the hot water, content to watch her enjoy it.