He swallowed. “I’m sorry you got lost.”
“Not your fault,” she said. “Got caught up looking for my necklace.”
Silas had nearly forgotten.
“Hold on a second,” he said as he quickly went over to his jacket and retrieved an item from the inside pocket before returning to Raven and presenting her with her citrine necklace. The clasp was broken, but overall it was still intact.
“How?” she asked, taking the jewelry carefully into her hands, amazement stark on her face.
“Doc found it tangled on a branch,” he said. “It actually helped us find you by narrowing down the search area.”
She shook her head, a smile lifting her lips. “Thank you,” she said, and on the tail end of an exhale, she leaned in and kissed him. Silas wrapped his arms around her, feeling their heartbeats culminate in a thunderous roar between them.
“You should eat first,” he said, trying to pull away, but she shook her head.
The pasta could wait.
Their warm tongues met on shortened breaths, and her hand across his heated skin felt like cool water lapping around him on a hot day. They walked to his bedroom, and once she was on the bed, she removed the sweatshirt she wore, exposing her naked body.
Breathtaking. A woman made to be lavished with adoration.
She grabbed him by his shoulders, dragging him on top of her. Keeping his weight off of her, Silas kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, her lips before settling a few kisses on her neck. Her skin smelt of his shower gel and lotion, and for some reason, it turned him on.
His journey continued over her shoulders, across the swell of her breasts, her dark nipples. And when he reached her lower body, he slowly dragged his sweatpants off of her.
He loved on her soft stomach, on the stretch marks he found on her hips and thighs. By the time he was on his knees between her spread legs, her breathing was coming out in shallow bursts.
He nuzzled the flesh of her thighs, relishing how the shower had warmed them up for him. As he progressed up her inner thigh, he could feel her inch closer to his face as if to hurry him along.
“Just relax, baby. I promise I’ll make you feel good,” he said, meeting her gaze.
“I know you will,” she said breathlessly with a smile that made contact with his heart.
A light feeling accompanied him as he pressed a few kisses along her pussy. He wanted her to forget about all the bad parts of today.
When he parted her folds with his tongue, he quickly found her clit to gently suck and tease. Her moans filled the room, bouncing off the walls and encouraging his dick to harden against his pants.
“Oh, Silas,” she whimpered as he eased two fingers inside her and began driving them in and out of her pussy.
She was so wet and eager, and after a time, he removed his fingers to simply hold her to his mouth and tongue-fuck her. He let Raven soak his chin, pull his hair, and chant his name.
And when she began thrashing against his face, he didn’t relent until she was relaxed, sated.
* * *
He positioned them on their sides, pulling her back flush to his chest and enveloping her in his strong arms. He took care to mind her leg by draping it over his. His face was against her neck, nipping at her earlobe as he whispered how beautiful she was, how perfect her pussy was, how nice and slow he was about to fuck her.
By the time he got the condom on, she was aching for him. They moaned together as he entered her, filling her in a way that had her grabbing the sheets. He took his time sliding to the hilt.
The retreat of his dick was equally, deliciously slow, and she waited with bated breath for him to return. Every time he drove into her, she gasped from the sparks that traveled to her nipples and clit.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
“Baby, I’ll give you these nice, long strokes until you come.”
She could feel his heartbeat, or was it hers?
The buildup was deliberate, smoldering fire, growing with each thrust. The sensation, the friction all gathered in the base of her stomach, waiting to usher in nirvana.
