Page 41 of Silver Linings

twenty-four

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We’re standing in his bedroom, but I can’t take in any details, unable to focus on anything but him. There would be time later to look around and see how he lives, but right now, I want to crawl into his skin and live there forever.

He reaches out a broad hand and undoes the button of my jeans, helping me shuck them down my legs until I’m standing in just my bra and panties, black lace with small floral appliqués adorning the material.

Hendrix reaches a hand out, grazing my hardened nipples through the material with the back of his knuckles, and then reaches behind my back, unclasping my bra and dropping it to the floor at our feet.

He breathes out heavily. “You’re exquisite.”

I blush, feeling shy by the compliment, exposed and free at the same time during a moment so intimate. This is far from my first time with a man, but it is the first time I have feelings attached, heightening every sensation on a cardinal level.

He groans. “Fuck. The flush is trailing down to your tits.” He grips his hard length, giving it two firm jerks. “Get on the bed, Sunshine.”

I hasten to obey, practically flinging myself onto the duvet and watching him take off his briefs until he’s standing fully nude before me. I go to sit up, but he stops me with a hand to my chest, lightly pushing me back.

“Lay down and open for me. It’s my turn.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Hendrix kneels on the floor before me, grabs behind my knees, and pulls me to the very edge of the bed in one swift tug. He runs a finger along the lace of my thong, making me whine impatiently as he sucks in a breath, realizing how wet I already am.

“Did sucking my cock turn you on, Silver?” There’s a distinct note of triumph in his voice.

“Yes,” I gasp as he pulls the fabric to the side and runs his thumb through my slick core before plunging the digit inside me.

My back arches off the bed slightly, and I fist the sheets, grappling for any kind of hold on reality, when he leans forward and flicks his tongue against my clit. “Shit. God, that’s so good.”

I cry out as he removes his thumb and works two fingers inside me, paying careful attention to my swollen bud with his mouth, working me up, getting me ready for him. The sensations zipping around my body, lighting me up like a Christmas tree, are almost too much to handle.

“Never need another dessert when I have the best one right here.” He licks a hot stripe up my center. “So sweet, so fucking good.”

I grab his hair as I ride his face, hips undulating, all thoughts on the man between my legs.

“So goo— ah! ” I scream, back bowing, as a sneaky orgasm bursts out of me, making my whole body shake with tremors as he continues to soak up my arousal, not letting a single drop go to waste.

I’m slowly coming down from euphoria, legs quivering as I pull his head off my center. “Fuck me, please. I need you .” It’s desperate and vulnerable, but it’s honest, and he sees it then. I understand what this is and how it’s about to change everything.

“Jae has condoms in his bathroom. Let me go get one.” He moves to get up, but I pull him back to me, not wanting him to leave.

“I have an IUD, and I’ve never…I’ve never slept with anyone without one. I was tested after my last encounter—” I couldn’t exactly call it a relationship, “and I was good.” I trust him with my heart and my body, and the thought of there being anything between us right now is near unbearable.

“I’m clear too, but I don’t mind using one.”

I grab his face with both hands and look him in his beautiful eyes. “I want to feel you, Hendrix, with nothing between us.”

“Are you sure?” His gaze pings back and forth on my face.

I draw him down to kiss me instead, adjusting so we’re both fully on the bed and he’s hovering above me. I can feel his cock resting on my thigh and reach down to grab it, rubbing it back and forth over my clit and we both moan into each other’s mouths from the sensation.

“Please,” I mewl.

And that seems to be enough, because Hendrix reaches between us to line himself up with my opening, looking in my eyes once more for consent that I give freely.

Leaning down, he brushes a kiss against my mouth and sinks himself inside me inch by torturous inch.

I cry out against his mouth at the sensation, stretching around him with the most delectable amount of pressure.

He gives me a moment to adjust to the size and feel of him.

Within seconds, I shift, begging him with my body to move.

Settling a warm palm against my hip, Hendrix drops his head into the space between my neck and shoulder. “Give me a minute.” He takes a slow inhale. “You feel so perfect, I need a second.”

I don’t listen as I draw my nails down his back to his ass, needing to feel him moving inside me, to feel his strong thighs fucking into me until I can’t remember my name.

I bite his earlobe. “Fuck me so I can’t walk tomorrow.”

“Give me a second,” he grits out. “You’re strangling my cock, Sunshine. Gripping me so goddamn tight, I can’t breathe.”

“I believe in you.”

He huffs out a laugh and sits up, slightly starting to move, slow at first, setting a steady pace that is quickly working me up.

The pressure of him filling me, stretching me wide, is going to drive me to madness.

I grab my breasts, needing to hold on to something, and I give my nipples a pinch, ratcheting my pleasure up higher and higher from the extra bite.

Hendrix’s eyes ping back and forth between the rough treatment of my nipples and his cock sinking in and out of me, like he can’t quite decide where to keep his focus.

But Hendrix is a multi-tasker; he leans forward, his thrusts going slightly out of rhythm as he takes one of my nipples in his mouth, biting down, mixing in a slight burst of pain that swiftly ebbs into satisfaction as he sucks at the tender bud.

When he picks up his pace, my walls loosen further, taking more of him as he grips my knees, pushing them even further into the bed, opening me for him.

“ Fuck, ” he growls. “So pliant for me, so tight and wet. I feel like I’m going out of my mind. I must be dreaming, the way you feel wrapped around me can’t be real. It’s too good.”

I constrict around him at the words falling off his lips. I’ve dreamt of this so many times over the past few months, and none of my wildest fantasies could compare to him in real life.

His thrusts grow vigorous as pounds into me, hands now grasping onto my hips to help move me back and forth along his length.

I’m getting close, can feel the edges of my orgasm fluttering along my spine, making my walls contract.

He feels it too, based on the way he’s clenching his jaw, trying to hold off until I’m ready to join him.

I’m almost there, desperately wanting to come while also never wanting this to end.

“You’re close, aren’t you, baby?”

“Y-yes,” I stutter, grabbing onto his back and digging my nails into his back so hard it would definitely leave marks. “Your cock feels so good. Nothing’s ever felt this good.”

He pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in with one, rough motion, hitting that perfect spot deep inside.

I scream out, back bowing off the bed, and eyes rolling back as my hands grapple for purchase on his inked biceps.

“Fuck, right there, yes!” He repeats the motion, holding onto my hips as he beats into my pussy, making sure to drag his pelvis against my clit on every plunge, making my legs start to tremble.

“That’s my girl.” He growls so loudly, the walls practically shake. “My cock was made for you.” Thrust. “That’s why it’s never felt like this before.” Thrust. “Just like your perfect cunt was made for me.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. “Where do you want me?”

“Inside me. Come inside me,” I pant out through cries of pleasure, meeting his thrusts with ones of my own, driving him wild.

One more rough plunge, and the orgasm tears through me, shocking my body with volts of electricity.

Hendrix follows me a second later, emptying inside me as he groans out his release.

My whole being feels like it’s alive with explosives detonating throughout my body when Hendrix softly drops onto me, the weight of his body tethering me back to this planet.

We’re both breathing heavily, catching our breath when he pulls back, immediately making me crave his warmth again. But he’s adjusting so he can kiss me, and it sends a flight of butterflies rampant through my stomach. Would that ever stop, or would I always feel this way around him?

He slowly pulls out of me, watching our bodies unjoin with laser focus as I stay splayed open on the bed. Lifting me up and carrying me into his adjoining bathroom, he sets me on the counter, shifting around to turn on the tap to the shower.

When he looks back to me, he crowds into my space like he needs to be as close to me as possible. “How are you feeling?”

It makes me smile, being taken care of in the aftermath of sex. I never wanted it before, didn’t realize I would need it now, but Hendrix did. Everything he does draws me in deeper and deeper.

“I’m perfect,” I assure him, settling a kiss on his chest as I hop off the counter and drag him into the shower. “I hope you have an extra shirt for me to sleep in.”

“I do. But you won’t be needing it.”

If this is what relationships feel like, I’m starting to think I could get on board, as long as it always led me into his arms.