Silver’s so impatient he doesn’t even wait for me to be fully undressed.
My dress is bunched around my waist, my bra unclasped but still tangled around my arms, when he ducks his head and takes my breast into his mouth. I gasp, arching off the bed as his tongue swirls around my nipple, hot and wet and teasing.
At the same time, his hand slides between my thighs, fingers finding my sensitive clit through the thin fabric of my panties.
“Oh yes!” I moan. “Silver, that feels soo good!”
He lifts his head long enough to peer at me, his blue eyes dark with want. “Been waiting to get you alone all night,” he rasps, his thumb circling lazily, making me squirm. “You were all I could think about during dinner. Sitting there looking so fucking beautiful—can’t believe you’re really mine.”
He leans down, brushing his lips against my ear, his voice dropping another level, sounding raspier and rawer than I’ve ever heard it.
“I love you, baby. And I’m never letting you go.”
My heart cracks open, bursting with instant glee at his declaration. Mostly because I’ve been feeling the same exact way.
I frame his bearded face in my hands and drag his mouth down to mine, kissing him with all the love and passion I feel for him.
“I love you too,” I whisper against his lips.
The urgency between us grows as we become even more impatient. The rest of our clothes come off in a frenzy. His shirt quickly cast aside. My dress finally discarded in a ball of fabric. His jeans kicked off the edge of the bed. My panties slung down my legs and forgotten.
We’re skin to skin, burning up as we kiss and Silver settles over me.
His shoulders are so broad and his weight is so heavy, it’s all immediately satisfying. His body anchoring mine down to the bed as I spread for him and he fits himself between my thighs.
I run my hands up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle, the coarse hair against my palms, the steady pounding of his heart.
He’s so solid and strong.
So mine.
When he finally sinks into me, we both groan at the instant wave of pleasure taking over.
He fills me completely, stretching my pussy walls and making my body arch into his.
For a moment, he holds himself still, buried deep inside me, his forehead pressed to mine.
“You feel so good, baby,” he breathes, dropping a kiss on my lips. “So fucking good.”
Then it really begins. His hips start to move.
His thrusts are slow at first, deep and long, letting me feel every inch of him. I band my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him on. My nails drag down his back as the pleasure builds, coiling tight in my belly.
It’s insane to think how good it feels. How he can make me feel as if I’m about to bust at the seams from all the pleasure I feel.
“Oooh, more!” I beg. “Give me more of your dick, Silver. I want it all. Please!”
His pace quickens, hips snapping against mine, driving into me with a force that makes the headboard bang against the wall. I cry out, clinging to him, lost in the intense sensations. His hand slides between us, finding my sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbing tight circles while he fucks me.
The first orgasm arrives in a sweeping wave, sudden and overwhelming, crashing over me ’til I’m gasping and shaking.
But Silver doesn’t let up. He keeps thrusting and rubbing away, pushing me higher even as I’m still coming down.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls in my ear. “Squeeze that tight little pussy on this big cock like my good girl. Take it like you were made to.”
Before I can catch my breath, he pulls out long enough to flip me over onto my stomach. I barely have time to register the change in position before he’s gripping my hips and sliding back inside, taking me from behind with a hoarse groan.
This angle is deeper. More intense. I bury my face in the pillow, fisting the sheets as he pounds into me, his fingers still working my clit. The pleasure is so intense and abrasive it’s almost too much, radiating from my pussy and pulsing through the rest of my body.
