Finally we make it to his bed and we’re both naked and I’m on top and rubbing myself against his hard cock.
Silas reaches for the bedside drawer.
“I’m on birth control,” I say.“Also I haven’t been with anyone since my last test, which came out negative.”
Silas’s laugh is pained.“I got tested last week.Drove to my doctor in Kingston.”
I reach down, lift his cock up, and sink onto him.
Silas grips my thighs, staring up at me with wide eyes.He fits so perfectly inside me and I rock my hips against his.He squeezes me one last time and then puts his hands behind his head.It makes his biceps bulge and I bend forward and grab them.
And then I grind and bounce and find the exact right spot that feels so good and through it all Silas and I stare at each other.He struggles to keep his eyes from rolling back, from breaking the contact, and so do I.His jaw clenches, my hips stutter, and then I’m chasing another orgasm and Silas’s tossing his head back and coming inside me and I’m still chasing, chasing, chasing...
“Please, Bailey, fucking come again, I need it, I need you so bad, you’re so fucking hot?—”
My whole body clenches and I curl up and my orgasm hits me hard, blurring everything out but Silas’s words.
I’m sprawledon top of Silas, both of us sweaty and breathing hard, my cheek pressed against his chest.His heart is still racing under my ear, gradually slowing to something approaching normal.
Well, that escalated quickly.Three weeks of pent-up wanting will do that to a person.
His hands trace lazy patterns on my back, fingertips drawing invisible designs across my shoulder blades, down my spine, over the curve of my hip.It’s soothing and arousing at the same time, which is unfair considering we just had extremely athletic sex.
“That was...”Silas starts.
“If you say ‘nice,’ I’m leaving.”
He laughs, and I feel it rumble through his chest.“I was going to say ‘worth waiting three weeks for.’”
“Better answer.”
A soft thump announces Echo’s arrival on the bed.She picks her way delicately across the disaster zone of tangled sheets and discarded clothes, pausing to sniff my bra with deep suspicion.
“Seriously?”I say to the cat.“You’re judging my underwear choices now?”
Echo responds by flopping dramatically across Silas’s face.
“Mmmph,” Silas sputters, trying to breathe around the faceful of cat.
I burst out laughing.“Your cat just cock-blocked round two.”
Silas gently relocates Echo, who protests with an indignant meow.“Echo, I love you, but your timing is terrible.”
“She’s asserting dominance.”I reach over to pet her, and she purrs aggressively while giving me a look that clearly communicates her opinion on our life choices.“Making sure I know who the real woman in your life is.”
“She’s used to being the only girl in my bed,” Silas says as Echo settles between us.
“Aww, is someone getting territorial?”I scratch behind her ears.“Don’t worry, I’m just visiting.”
The words come out lighter than I feel.Just visiting.Temporary.Getting it out of our systems.
Except it doesn’t feel temporary.Not when Silas shifts Echo to the side and pulls me back against him, fitting us together like we were designed for this.Not when his lips press against my shoulder and he murmurs something about how good I feel.
Not when my chest does this painful, swooping thing that I’m pretty sure means I’m completely screwed.
“We should probably move,” I say, even though I don’t want to.“I’m crushing you.”
“Don’t you dare.”His arms tighten around me.“I’ve waited three weeks for this.”
