His hand wraps around mine, tightening my grip, and I swallow. I avoid the base of his cock, and I’m not really sure how to bring up that situation there, so I ignore it for now.
“I want you, Vi,” he says and I sigh with relief. It’s not another question of consent, which he already fully has.
His hand leaves mine and I swear it shakes as he grabs me by the hip and draws me in for a kiss. I lose all my momentum at that point, and eventually give up. It’s like I can’t think when he’s kissing me.
That same electric energy fills me like it has the other times we’ve kissed and I know without a doubt there’s no turning back. Though, I think deep down, I always knew that.
Silas bends further down, grabbing the back of my thighs to bring me down to the ground. I whisper a quick spell for the grass to be soft and clean as he crawls on top of me, taking in every inch of my body as he does.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he says.
“No. Tell me,” I whisper, as bats flap wildly in my stomach.
He smiles. His body is on top of mine, and I’m eager for it. I’m not afraid.
“You’re the only woman I’ve ever dreamed about. The only one I ever wanted this with,” he says, kissing down my neck as his hand squeezes my breast, his thumb toying with the piercing I got on a whim at twenty.
“I haven’t… nevermind,” I say, as his brown eyes meet mine, an over confident smile taking over his face.
Smug bastard.
“Neither have I. Was waiting for you, wife,” he says.
My heart thunders in my chest. No, surely he doesn’t mean what I think he means? My brows furrow and he leans forward, sucking my nipple in between his lips before pulling back.
“Really?” I ask. Maybe it’s because I feel insecure about my situation, but he waited? For me?
He just makes a grunt of acknowledgement as he kisses down my stomach, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he shifts down my body. My breathing is labored in a mix of excitement and nerves.
Silas kisses the apex between my thighs, causing my back to arch. The fire crackles beside us, but all I can hear is my heartbeat. He slides his finger from the top of my pussy, collecting an obscene amount of wetness before sliding two fingers inside of me.
I gasp, and before I have a moment to revel in the sensation, his lips are on me.
Oh, my fucking stars.
Silas goes down on me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. He’s messy with it, not caring about the sounds or any semblance of politeness. I feel devoured in the best way possible.
I thread my hand in his hair, and he groans against my clit, before redoubling his efforts to make me come. His fingertips are digging into my flesh and I find I like the little bite of pain against the pleasure he’s currently bringing me.
He curls his fingers inside of me, sucking down hard on my clit, and I fall apart. Screaming into the night air as he holds my legs, keeping my thighs tightly pressed against his face.
My legs are trembling, my back arched against the ground, as my eyes close in ecstasy.
This is what I’ve been missing all this time. I mean, I’m no stranger to getting myself off, but this is something wholly different. It’s addictive. No, being with Silas is what’s addictive. I can almost guarantee it would never have felt as good with someone else.
He kisses his way back up my body, wiping his mouth off with his forearm, before bracketing me with his big body. I spread my legs wide, making room for him as I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and bring him in for a kiss. The salty but clean taste of me is fresh on his tongue, and it only makes me want him more.
I’ve denied myself happiness for so long; denied myself of having Silas for even longer.
“Please, let me fuck you,” Silas says, his body nearly shaking with an energy I can’t explain. He presses his forehead against mine.
“I want you,” I tell him honestly and hope he understands the double meaning of my words.
He pushes some hair out of my face, cradling the back of my head as he kisses me roughly. His beard is soft against my face, but there’s nothing gentle about the kiss. It’s hard, needy, borderline feral as he dominates my mouth.
His other hand grabs his cock, gliding the tip against my wet entrance as I wait in anticipation. His fingers grip my hair, like he’s searching for some sort of control.
Silas lines his cock with my entrance and slowly pushes in. My head falls back to the sky, but not for long as he tugs my hair, forcing me to look at him. His eyes are glowing brighter than usual as he looks at me.
