as he pushed and pulled my hips with his large hands…I’d never felt sexier or more turned on. I felt that tell-tale tickling in my clit and couldn’t believe it. This had never, ever happened during sex.
“I think I’m gonna come,” I whispered.
Silas slid down a few inches and watched me like his eyes were glued open and he didn’t want to miss a millisecond of this show. I moved faster, grinding myself and not allowing an ounce of self-consciousness to enter my mind. And then my whole body seized, contracting and pulsing. Sounds came out of me that I normally reserved for when I was alone. The sensation of orgasming with him deep inside of me, pressing all of my sensitive points, was incredible. I couldn’t stop. It seemed to go on forever.
“Fuck, Harlow,” he said through gritted teeth. “You are so beautiful.”
When I finally came down from that extreme high, I was breathing hard. And speaking of hard, he was still a rock inside of me.
“You didn’t come,” I whispered shyly.
“I didn’t know if I could inside of you.”
I leaned forward and kissed him tenderly. “You can.”
He threaded his fingers through my hair. “In that case…” Silas lifted me off him to my feet. Then he stood and moved behind me, pressing my lower back so that I was bending forward. I grabbed the top of the couch and leaned my knees on the edge. Silas pushed my panties down and entered me from behind. I threw my head back at the sensation and sound of Silas’s guttural moan.
He kept one hand on my waist to hold me, and the other slipped to my throat, gently tugging my head upward. I closed my eyes and vocalized with every thrust. I was still sensitive and having him slap against me felt too good for words. Over and over Silas pushed himself inside of me, sliding out and thrusting in again with more power each time until he smacked into my ass with a deep groan and held me tight. I felt him pulsing within me and breathed through it, rubbing my ass against him until he shuddered.
His intensity morphed into gentleness as he came down, his hand running along my spine until he was soft enough to pull out. I turned to look over my shoulder and our eyes met. His perfect hair had fallen into waves over his forehead. When he grinned, almost shyly, I’d never thought anything was hotter.
“That was unexpected.” He lifted my panties over my bottom and I stood, turning to him and biting my lip as he maneuvered himself back into his jeans and buttoned them.
“Yeah,” I whispered, adjusting my skirt and hair, also feeling suddenly bashful.
Silas gently took the back of my neck and pulled me until our foreheads were touching. “Did you really come during sex?”
“Yes,” I admitted, giddy. “My first time.”
He grinned and gave me a soft kiss. “I’m honored.”
“Cheryl said we needed to finish what we started,” I whispered. “I guess she was right.”
He let out a huffing laugh and pushed his hair off his forehead. “Cheryl is also the one who told me I should leave you alone until my divorce was final. After what you went through, she was worried you’d have some trust issues.”
“Ah,” I said. “Wise, but sneaky.” She had been right. If Silas had tried to date me while he was still married, I would not have been able to feel stable. And I don’t think I had full closure from Shawn until I’d found out he was married.
“The bathroom’s down that hall if you need it. I’m going to make sure nothing burned.” He hitched a thumb to the kitchen and I nodded, my lips pressed together to hold back insane giggles, because holy shit. We’d just had sex.
I cleaned up in the bathroom and stared into the mirror for a long while. My brain started to overthink, because of course, and my nerves ratcheted up again. We’d gotten it out of our system. We’d finished what we started six month ago. Now what? What if that’s all this was? I closed my eyes, inhaled, and exhaled.
If that’s all this was, then we would be okay. We were grown adults. And I was pretty sure by now that our friendship could withstand…whatever this was.
I double checked my skirt and went to the kitchen. Silas was plating our dinner and he shot a grin over his shoulder.
“The potatoes are nice and crispy.” He laughed. “Can