Sparks - Wendy Higgins Page 0,110

shimmied them down. In turn, he grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and raised it over his head, tossing it on a pile of clothes. He walked me backwards until I hit his bed, and then he grabbed my waist and lifted me onto it. Still standing on the side, he gently pushed me into a laying position and raised my skirt. Silas rubbed up and down my thighs as he stared down at me. I started to push my knees together, an old habit of self-consciousness, but he shook his head and held them apart. Then he went down on me.

His five-o’clock shadow rasped against my sensitive skin and I leapt when his hot mouth hovered over my core. He held me firmly and brought his mouth down onto me.

“Silas, yes.” My hands were in his hair, messing it up royally. He let out a heady groan and ran his tongue up and down my center, up and down. I clutched his head between my thighs. It was almost too much. My core began to tighten. Silas pulled back and wiped his mouth and chin in one swipe, his eyes feral and promising.

He moved on top of me, his body overwhelming in its vastness. He made me feel small in a good way. I opened my legs for him and wrapped my hands around his lower back, letting my fingernails lightly scratch him. And then he held himself up just enough to be able to watch my face as he pushed his entire cock slowly into me. I wiggled beneath him, already so hot. Sex had never, ever felt like this for me. We found a slow but steady rhythm together, our breaths mingling. Our sounds letting each other know our pleasure.

“It feels so good,” I whispered. He was going to make me come really fast if he kept this up, and I think he knew it, because he changed position, sitting up and raising my legs onto his shoulders. His grin was devilishly handsome, and I knew he was going to do this for as long as possible before letting us finish.

Over and over he switched our positions. Gahhh, he was so sexy. Watching him work over my body felt like I was dreaming. Silas was precise and unhurried. As kind and proper as he was outside of the bedroom, in this room he was the boss and I let him have his way with me. At moments he was rough, grasping my wrists, holding me down and using his strength and weight to completely overpower me. But I knew he’d ease off in an instant if I showed discomfort or fear.

I trusted him. It was the kind of trust that came from time spent getting to know someone. As he moved inside of me from every angle I couldn’t help looking at his face and feeling my heart swell. My Silas. The man who’d fed me when I was hungry and too proud to ask. The man who kept me caffeinated and knew all of my favorite things, just by being my friend and paying attention. Now I wanted to give him everything.

Finally, Silas turned me onto my back and nestled his hips between my legs for missionary again. Before our bodies joined, he pressed his forehead to mine, kissing me as I sank my fingers into his hair, breathing him in.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered. And then he slid into me. I held his face there, our lips joined, my feet curling around the backs of his thighs to hold him as close as possible. He couldn’t hold the kissing position for long because of how much taller he was, so I let his face go so he could lift up and really move.

Just like when we’d started, we found a perfect rhythm almost immediately and my core tightened as if something inside me was winding up.

“Mm, baby,” I whispered, my hands on his back, moving down to his ass where I could hold him and anchor us together as my hips flexed. “God, Silas, yes.”

We whispered and groaned, our pace picking up until I began to shake, my most sensitive parts quivering around his hardness. And as I wriggled and moaned I felt him pulse inside of me, his hips pressing hard, both of us coming together in a loud cacophony of movement and sounds.

It lasted a long while, both of us tense, and then collapsing into one another as our bodies finally began to relax.