I tried to unzip his pants as best I could in this awkward position, but after a minute, he pushed me off his lap infrustration.
“Pants.Off,” he said, lifting his hips to strip down his own jeans andboxers.
“Who’s impatient now?” I teased, pulling my sweats all the wayoff.
“Less talking, moremoving.”
I could totally dothat.
I straddled him again and he grabbed for the lube, dribbling it over his fingers and down the cleft of my ass, rubbing it over myopening.
“Please, please, please,” Ibegged.
“Shhhh. I’ve got you,” he whispered. He pushed his finger inside of me and Ihissed.
Oh, shit.I squeezed my eyes closed. It had been so long. Forever, really. It was uncomfortable, no matter how much I wanted it, and I worried for a split second that Silas wouldn’t continue. But when I opened my eyes he was watching me with this fierce possession on his face that almost made him look angry, and I knew that we were on the samepage.
“More,” I demanded the second the sting faded, and Silas complied, giving me exactly what I needed. He pulled me down to kiss him, his tongue rubbing against mine as two fingers entered my body from below, and I cried out as I rocked myself back against him. “So fuckinggood.”
“You have no idea,” he said. “How much I want to be inside you.” He grabbed my right hand and wrapped it around his cock, which was burning hot andhard.
“Then God, what are you waiting for?” I moaned. It came out garbled, but he seemed to get the spirit of it anyway, because he withdrew his fingers from my ass with a groan, grabbed the condom from the sofa, and rolled it on faster than I’d imaginedpossible.
“Help me?” he said softly. His hands grabbed my ass on both sides, holding meopen.
I leaned forward and kissed him while I grabbed his cock and rubbed it against my opening.Fuck, I wanted this.Now.But when I opened my eyes and looked down at him, time seemed to slow for a second. Likemagic.
Like the answer to aprayer.
I’d often wished, over the past couple of years, for the ability to control time — to draw out the good moments and fast forward through bad ones. I was forever impatient when things were going well, wanting them to hurry up and get evenbetteror suspiciously waiting for the other shoe to drop. When the bad times inevitably hit, I couldn’t stop dwelling onthem.
But in this moment of suspended time, I didn’t want to be anywhere other than where I was, and I wanted nothing more than this — staring into Silas’s eyes as we cametogether.
With his hands braced on my hips, Silas pushed his way inside me, rocking up into me with tiny thrusts that burned and stretched even as I sank down on him. It hurt, a little, and I let myself feel every second of the discomfort, because pain was part of the process, and beautiful, too. But when he finally bottomed out… holy shit, it wasglorious.
“You feel amazing,” Silas groaned, throwing his head back against the couch. “Everett,God.”
I gripped his shoulders and bent forward just a tiny bit, loving the way he shifted inside me as I did, and kissed him. And then I started tomove.
I lifted myself up, clenching my ass, then slid back down, loving Silas’s groans and the way his hips lifted to meet mine in perfect synchronicity, arching my back as one of Silas’s hands came up to tangle in my hair and the other came to mycock.
It didn’t take long at all — I’d wanted it too damn much, and it was too damn good. I came so hard I felt my heart stutter in my chest and I erupted all over Silas’s stomach, panting and stillrocking.
Silas tensed a second later, his face contorted, and he screamed myname.
Si wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my neck, his chest heaving like a bellows. He tipped us to one side and held me tight against him, while wecalmed.
A few minutes or hours or days later, after removing the condom but before either of us had the wherewithal to get up and get clean, he pushed his head back into the sofa cushion just enough so that our eyes could meet and he grinned at me. “I love you,” he said way too cheerfully.Suspiciouslycheerfully.
I frowned. “I love youtoo?”
“I know you do,” he said happily. “You know, Halloween is in, like, fourdays.”
I shifted, bringing my leg over the top of his, and narrowed my eyes. “Uh… yes. I'm aware. Mrs. Daley was hanging cobwebs out on her fence, and…” A thought occurred to me. “You don’t wanna hang cobwebs do you, babe? They take freakin’foreverto take down, and I’d really rather just stick with a wreath for our place. We can go all-out for Christmas. For the non-denominational Pageant of Lights or whatever the fuck it’scalled.”
“Parade. Light Parade.” He brushed a kiss against my lips. “Do you remember the night wemet?”
“Okay, I’m not senile and it was about ten minutes ago in the grand scheme of things. Why do you look sosmug?”
