Chapter Six

 

I leaned in the front door and yelled to Christine to pop her trunk. My mom winked at me as I took Silas’s hand. He grabbed his bags from her trunk, and I led him to my barn loft apartment. “So, you really do live in a barn?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I do,” I replied.

“I thought you were joking,” he said, pulling me in close as I opened the front door. “Wow. This is amazing,” he said, looking around the remodeled space.

It still looked like a barn, but after remodeling, it was more like a fancy loft that someone paid thousands to make look like a barn, instead of the other way around.

“I love it,” I said, feeling his hands grip at my waist.

He pulled me into him, his hands working slowly to my belly, and stopping just below my breasts. My nipples reacted by tightening and pushing at the material of my shirt. Heat rolled between my legs in waves as my back pressed against his tight, hard chest. The heat of his breath against my neck made my legs tremble, and the vibrations of his voice shot through my veins as he spoke.

“All I’ve been able to think about is holding you,” he whispered.

After hearing his voice each night, there were plenty of things I’d been thinking about him doing to me, and plenty more I’d thought about doing to him.

He spun me around in his arms. He lowered his head to let his lips meet mine. They were soft and gentle, but his hands squeezing at my waist were aggressive, and hungry. I loved the teasing, but it had been too long since I’d been with a man. My body was craving more than just teasing; it wanted more. It wanted it all.

I melted into his arms, letting his hands caress my back while my tongue pushed into his mouth. His taste was sweet, like the wine we’d just drunk. I could feel my fourth glass settling in, leaving me tipsy in his arms, and lightheaded from the excitement of the night’s turn of events.

I stumbled, falling back toward the couch. Silas caught me, and smiled as he lowered me to my back. He sat on the edge of the couch near my feet, gently rubbing my legs as I calmed down. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yes. I just got a little lightheaded,” I admitted.

“From me or the alcohol?” he asked.

I smiled, opened my legs, and let his hand slide up my thigh. Each stroke he grew closer to my center. My body was arching, my lips parting, and when he finally slid under my skirt, letting his fingers graze my panties, I moaned with pleasure.

“You are absolutely gorgeous,” he whispered, his fingers slowly making their way into my panties.

My eyes were locked onto his as he pushed a single digit into my tight pussy. I was already wet, not sloppy, but obviously excited. The sensation of having him inside of me sent my body into wild quivering mess. He pushed slowly, in and out, watching me as I squirmed beneath him.

He pulled his finger from the warmth I’d offered so freely, leaving me feeling empty, and my clit aching. His finger lifted to his lips, slowly sliding in between them as he sucked my juices from his own flesh. I pulsated with arousal at the sight of him tasting me.

“You’re sweet,” he said softly.

His hands pushed up my legs, sliding my skirt above my hips. My panties were damp against my skin, clinging to me as he ran a finger across the silk. “Can I take these off?” he asked.

“Yes,” I gasped.

One swift motion, my ass lifted from the couch and my panties were on the floor. His eyes remained on mine, even though my legs were spread open, and my most precious flower unfolded for his pleasure. I wanted him to look at me, to see me, to want me. The longer he looked into my eyes, the more I ached for him to look at my body, exposed, vulnerable, ready.

He slid his hands up my shirt, pushing it over my head. I helped him remove it, and then unlatched my bra, sliding my arms out of the straps without his prompting. His eyes lowered to my breasts, and then slowly to between my legs.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he took me in. “Gorgeous,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to my breast.

His mouth was warm and soothing as it covered my full breast. Tiny flicks of his tongue teased my nipple, and then he quickly sucked it into his mouth and tugged gently with his teeth. I let out a moan, my body pushed toward his mouth as he released, begging for more.

“I want to taste every inch of you,” he said softly, lowering his mouth to my other breast.

He offered the same treatment, teasing me to the point my hand slid down my belly and in between my legs.

My pussy was wet, sticky, and so very warm as my fingers slid between my plump lips. Silas lifted up, leaned back, and watched as I worked my fingers back and forth against my clit.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he gasped, scooting down on the couch to allow his mouth to kiss my thigh.

His tongue lapped at my fingers as they sunk deep into my pussy. He gripped my clit between his lips, sucking it into his mouth. He gently tugged it away from my body as my hips rocked toward his mouth.

My entire being shook with pleasure as he worked my clit between his lips, slowly massaging it, gently tugging, and then sucking hard to make me squeal. It felt as though I was going to pass out, everything went black for a second, and my body filled with electricity.

I tightened my legs against my hand, slowly sliding my fingers from their warm hole. Silas wasn’t letting up from his playful teasing of my clit, causing my body to quiver with arousal. His eyes lifted to mine, staring deep into my soul as he sucked my pink flesh into his mouth. I reached down, gripped his shaven head, and let out a moan that had to be heard at least two miles away.

His mouth slowly released its tight grip on my clit, and then his tongue offered a few laps to the juices that flowed between my legs. Each lap made me jump, my leg quivering like a dog getting petted in that sweet spot they loved.

I calmed myself, taking deep breaths, and pushing Silas’s mouth away from my overly sensitive skin. “Let’s go to bed,” I gasped.

His eyes were filled with a strange mixture of fear and excitement.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I don’t want to rush you. I’ll be here awhile,” he insisted.

“I’m sure,” I said, not wanting to overthink things.

“Technically, this is our third date,” I laughed.

The fear left Silas’s eyes, leaving only the hunger. He stood, scooped me up into his strong arms, and carried me in the direction I pointed.

His mouth pushed onto mine, his tongue sending shivers of excitement through my body as it entangled mine. I could taste my juices on him, sweet and similar to the wine.

He tossed me on the bed, causing me to bounce and laugh. He stripped out of his tight t-shirt, and stood at the edge of the bed, just staring at my body.

My eyes watched his hands move to his belt. He unfastened it, and then unzipped, releasing a large bulge of flesh beneath his blue boxer briefs.

My body ached to see the cock it would soon experience. He’d already made me come, and still, I hadn’t even seen him.

“You’re certain you want this?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” I gasped.

I’d never wanted anything so badly in my entire life.

He pushed the denim past his hips, and then onto the floor. He shuffled his feet to remove his shoes, and then tossed the jeans aside.

My eyes were glued to the bulge in his briefs, waiting hungrily for it to be released.

I crawled on all fours toward him, unable to contain my excitement any longer. My hands gripped the material that hid what I desired, and pulled it down, and away from his flesh.

A pile of flesh fell free from the release. His cock was hard, long, and thicker than any I’d ever seen. My mouth watered as I reached for it, holding the warm flesh in my hand. I stroked him slowly, looking up to watch his reaction. My mouth lowered to the head, sucking on it softly while my hand squeezed and stroked the shaft.

My free hand reached to his ass cheeks. They felt like two large boulders beneath my hand. I pulled him toward me, pushing my mouth onto his cock, taking it in deep into my throat.

He growled, and then gasped for air as I sucked hard, rolling my tongue along the large vein in his cock.

His hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me from his manhood, and gently pushing me onto my back on the bed.

My legs opened as his hand slid up my thigh. His fingers teased my aching flesh, spreading my plump pussy lips apart, and slowly entering my warm hole.

I arched my back, reached for him, and pulled his mouth toward mine. “I want you,” I gasped.

He reached down onto the floor, leaving me empty and eager. He fumbled with a package, something I couldn’t see until the condom was being pushed onto his hard dick.

I pulled him onto me, his arms pinning me to the mattress on either side of my head. His eyes pierced through me, penetrating my soul as his cock rested at my entrance.

“I don’t want you to think this is what I came for,” he whispered.

I shook my head. “I don’t,” I replied softly. “I don’t want to waste one minute with you,” I gasped as he slowly pushed himself into my body.

My hips spread, my legs opened wide, and my pussy gripped at his flesh, pulling him in further with each thrust. My breathing was wild, my heart racing, and my body quivering from the sheer size of what just penetrated me. I was so full, so satisfied.

That soft, deep growl that rolled from Silas’s lips sent vibrations through my body. The soft, deep thrusts sent his cock against my G-spot, causing me to lose control. No man had ever touched that spot. It was once only reachable with the special vibrator I bought at a sorority party in college. My nails dug into his back, my hips rocked without rhythm against him, and my jaw began to quiver as my orgasm released and rolling, thunderous moans filled the room.

Silas gripped me tightly, pulling me into his chest and pushing his lips onto mine as his cock started to throb and swell inside of me. My body relaxed, instantly melting into the mattress once he let out one last growl, and then fell to my side. He slid the condom from his penis, dropped it into the trash bin by the bed, and scooped me into his arms.

“I wish I didn’t have to ever leave,” he whispered.

“Me too,” I agreed.

I knew my eyes were about to well up with tears, and I didn’t want to ruin the mood. I pushed my face into his hard chest and snuggled my body into his. I couldn’t stand the thought of him leaving, but I knew he would, in ninety days, give or take.