“Silas,” she said, her voice husky.
“Growing impatient?” he asked as he walked to the bed, flipping her onto her back and dragging her by the hips to the edge of the mattress.
She looked stunning lying there. Her dark skin contrasted against the white sheets and made her look like she was floating on clouds.
Her legs had fallen open, revealing her folds slick from his work with his tongue and her desire.
Everything in him wanted to surge into her and release them both from this aching suspension. But he also wanted them to savor this moment. He wanted to fuck her so good that they were both satisfied and didn’t need to do this again.
He placed himself before her, moving one of her shapely legs so that it lay straight against his chest. While kissing the smooth skin of her calf, he dragged his dick along her pussy.
“How much dick do you want?” he asked as he guided just the tip inside of her. “This good?”
“More,” she whispered.
He eased himself further inside, watching her plump folds part for him. “This enough?”
She shook her head, her eyes half-mast.
“Now?” he rasped after giving her a little more of him.
“Silas, please just fuck me,” she said desperately, clutching his forearms.
And his paper-thin restraint finally broke.
He pulled his dick from her before driving back in to the hilt. The responding gasp and the way her breasts and soft belly shook had his balls tightening.
Her mouth fell open as he withdrew and returned with a harder stroke, and he wished he could escape the image of her right now. That he could wake up without it chiseled into the walls of his skull, but he knew it would be. Just like he knew the sound she’d make on his next thrust into her pussy.
“You feel so good,” she said to him in a honeyed voice, her hands climbing above her head, as if in a stretch. Her braids spilling around her arms.
So fucking pretty. So fucking sexy.
He began a pace that would have her shaking, him sweating, and their bodies slapping to an unrelenting rhythm.
“You’re a screamer, huh?” he asked as her moans became louder and more unbridled with each stroke.
“Can’t. Be. Too. Loud,” she said.
“Scared the neighbors gonna hear you getting absolutely fucked?”
She nodded, her face tense in concentration.
No, he needed her to feel and express everything, uninhibited by the sensibilities of whoever was on the other side of the wall.
He removed his dick from her gripping heat, cutting short her build. She wailed in protest. It felt like dropping out of heaven, but he’d get them back there.
“Get on your hands and knees for me,” he said, and she scrambled to the setup. He drew in a breath at the swell of hips, gliding beautifully to her narrower waist. She looked at him with a dreamy smile over her shoulder, and something in his chest ballooned.
Terms of endearment wanted to spring out of his mouth, but that felt too intimate—a violation of their casual night together.
With his hands gripping her ample hips, Silas entered her slowly and began working her up and down his length.
“Oh, God,” she shouted into the pillow as her ass lewdly slapped against his pelvis over and over again.
He splayed his arm across the front of her body, hauling her up to his chest. Her head fell back on his shoulder, and he kissed the side of her heated cheek and temple.
“You’re taking my dick so well,” he said against her ear as he continued thrusting.
