Page 96 of Silas

I cover his hands with mine, pinning them against my breasts as I sit fully upright on my knees above him, his cock about to tug free of me.

His eyes are fiery green, hot and primal on mine.

I tear my eyes from his, looking down at where our bodies are joined; I watch, rapt and aroused, as I push myself down, watch as he fills me, watch as my sex stretches to accept him.

It’s beautiful, watching our bodies join. Watching his abs tense and flex as he lifts up to meet me.

I hold his hands to my breasts and throw my head back and moan aloud, rapturous bliss flooding my entire being. Lift up, sink down. Again, and again.

As when he’s touched me, brought me to climax with his fingers and mouth, the pressure builds low in my belly, deep down, deep inside. It spreads like wildfire, expanding and rising and heating up each time he fills me anew. It’s like the first stroke, every time. He bottoms out within me and I gasp, shocked at how he stretches me without hurting, giving me pleasure I never knew could exist.

I haven’t even come yet, and I’m breathless and panting and whimpering, shaking, delirious with pleasure.

“You feelsogood, Silas.” Unable to hold myself upright any longer, I fall forward to brace with my hands on his chest, and my hips begin to drive in slow, rolling circles.

This—yes, this is good. This is perfect. Feeling him move inside me like this makes the waves of pleasure triple, quadruple, multiply infinitely. He grips my bottom and guides me upward, pulls me downward. Helping rather than forcing. Guiding, showing.

My chest burns, my belly heaves, my thighs clench. My eyes sting with unshed tears, the wonder of this physical union so perfect and overwhelming that words flee, and even emotions cannot contain all that I’m experiencing. It’s more than sex, more than lovemaking, more than being joined physically.

A sob rips out of me and the tears spill over. I feel his lips kiss the tears away, but I know he understands them, I know he can taste the meaning laced in their salt.

“Naomi, oh god. Oh god.”

My hips roll faster. He thrusts up to meet my downstrokes, and his hands lift and lower my bottom, helping me fill myself with him.

I feel my climax billowing up from my center, up from the depths of my soul.

“Silas,” I whimper, breathless and shaking, my sex clamping and pulsating around his thick, throbbing, driving cock. “I’m gonna come, Silas.”

“I can’t hold back much longer,” he breathes. “I’m trying. But you just…you feel so fucking incredible, Naomi. I can’t wait. I…fuck, honey, fuck, I have to…Ihaveto come.”

I curl over him, back hunched, hands gripping his shoulders so I can push myself down on him harder, faster. My movements are sinuous and erotic, my hips rolling faster and faster, and his cock pulses inside me, filling me to the brim and overfilling me until I’m glutted on him, achingly full with him.

Surely there has never been ecstasy such as this, pleasure so perfect as what I’m feeling in this moment. Surely only Silas and I have ever known perfection so beautiful as this…

Love like this.

“Fuck, Naomi, god, fuck, oh god, oh fuck. I can’t stop it, honey. I can’t—I—”

He hauls me down on him hard, thrusting up into me at the same time.

“Yes, yes, oh god, yes,” I cry, my voice shaken and breaking, tears of awe streaming down my face, my heart breaking into pieces to make room for more of him, more of us. “Silas, please, please—"

Thoughts shatter, then.

Heaven itself cracks open and descends around us, light filling me, purity suffusing my very soul, so woven into his that there is no me or him, only us.

He cries out, a wordless roar, his cock pounding up into me, and I feel it then, feel him release.

At that moment, my own climax erupts inside me, tearing through me with nuclear heat, rupturing my very atoms and the invisible fabric of my heart and my mind and my soul.

I feel him flood me, and I come apart around him, my sex clamping on him so hard he groans and thrusts deeper, deeper, deeper. My cries are hoarse, my whimpers shrill and breathless as wave after wave of my orgasm syncs with his, our very breathing matched, heartbeats united. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, joining and joining in endless bliss.

Heaven ascends once more, the fire in our veins receding, and I’m left spent atop him, limp on his hard body, panting, whimpering nonstop. I’m weeping.

I’m beautifully broken, perfectly ruined.

He fumbles at my face, shaky fingers brushing hair away from my sweat-slick face. His green eyes are intense and endlessly deep.