Chapter 8
Ainsley
Silas’ hand slowly crept under my shirt and rested on my ribcage.
We were sprawled out on my couch, Silas with his back against the couch, and my back was pressed to his front. We were halfway through whatever movie was playing on Hallmark, except neither one of us cared about what was going on.
“You still feel like Heaven,” he whispered in my ear. “I could never erase you from my memory.” His lips grazed my ear, and a tremor rocked my body.
“It was always you, Silas,” I moaned as his lips pressed against my neck, leaving a trail of hot and wet kisses in their wake. Every man who I had dated after Silas vanished as soon as his lips had touched mine.
“God, I missed you.” His hand slid to the waistband of my pants, and he chuckled. “I have to say, I’m a fan of these pants. Much easier to deal with than jeans.”
“I’m glad you approve of my casual attire.”
He slipped his hand inside and caresses my thigh. “If this is too much, Lee, just tell me to stop.”
I shook my head. “Is it weird to say it feels just right? I know it’s been years, but it feels like you never left now.” I was so weak when it came to this man. He had hurt me before, but I couldn’t help but not forgive him.
“Not weird at all, because I feel the same way.”
His hand cupped my mound, and I pressed into his hand, needing more. I rolled over, needing to feel his lips against mine. “Kiss me, Silas,” I whispered.
“God dammit, Ainsley. How the hell do you make me feel like a horny sixteen-year-old with just three words is beyond me, but I’m not going to fight it.”
His lips crashed down on mine, and his hand moved to my butt, pressing me tight against him. My hands slid under his sweater, pulling it up to expose his chest. The feel of his bare skin under my hands drove me insane, feeding my need to be with him.
We both sat up in sync and pulled our shirts over our heads. They sailed through the air and landed in a pile by the TV. He pulled me onto his lap, my thighs straddling his waist. “I have to say, Lee, you definitely became one hell of a woman.” His hands kneaded my breasts through my bra, and his eyes darkened with lust.
I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting it slide down my arms, and dropped it on the floor with our shirts. “I think maybe you need to see just how much I’ve grown up in a more hands-on approach.”
His hands squeezed my breasts, and his thumbs flicked my hard nipples. “Fuck me,” he growled.
“You always were a boob man,” I laughed.
He leaned forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth. My back bowed, pressing closer to him.
“God damn, you are perfect,” he mumbled against my breast. “Makes me wonder if the rest of you is as perfect.” His hands went to the waistband of my pants, and he worked them over my butt and down my thighs. I lifted up, and he pulled them off one leg at a time and tossed them on the floor.
I sat back down and looked into his eyes. “I think you have the advantage right now.” Resting my hands on the bulge in his pants. He bucked his hips at my touch and laid his head back.
“Pretty sure you always have the advantage, Lee, because all you need to do is touch me, and I’m yours.”
“Then we better get these pants off.” I shimmed off his lap and stood up.
His eyes traveled the length of my body, and he slightly shook his head. “This is not how I imagined this night going, but I am not going to complain one bit.”
I shimmied my panties down my legs, then cupped my breasts with my hands, and bit my lip. “Smart man,” I whispered.
He shot up from the couch and yanked his pants and boxers off in record time. “Come here,” he growled. “It’s been way too long.”
My body molded against his, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His arms circled my waist, and he lifted me up as my legs wrapped around his waist, and he walked to my bed at the other end of the apartment. “I have to say, I like that you don’t have any walls,” he mumbled.
I laughed and delved my fingers into his hair. “It’s a bit awkward when people are over when they have to use the bathroom, but I make it work.” The bathroom was in the corner, and while there were walls around it, they didn’t go all the way to the ceiling. It was open concept on a whole new level.
“I like it, Lee. Your apartment screams you.”
“What, like I’m open?”
Silas threw me on the bed and shook his head. “No, I mean all the small touches you did to make it yours. It’s warm and inviting, just like you.”
I leaned up and rested on my elbows. “I guess I’ll accept that. Now, are you going to join me, or are you just going to stare down at me all night?”
He put one knee on the bed. “Impatient,” he tsked.
I rubbed my legs together and sighed. He grasped his rock hard dick and stroked slowly. “I could help you with that, if you want.”
“Oh, Ainsley, I’ve got lots of ways for you to help me. Right now, I’ve got my eye on that sweet pussy of yours.”
And that, right there, is when my body went up in flames, and I knew I was never letting this man go. I would follow him to the ends of the Earth because I knew I wouldn’t be able to live without him again.
He crawled onto the bed and rested his hand on my knees. I slowly parted my legs, and he laid down on his stomach. His lips were directly above my pussy, and my body hummed with anticipation.
His fingers parted my lips, and he gently blew on my clit. “You’re so wet, Lee.”
I looked down at him, and our eyes locked. “Pretty sure, that’s all your doing.”
“Then I guess I better be the one to fix it,” he rumbled. His head ducked, and the next thing I knew, my head flew back as his tongue flicked my clit, and my hands gripped the blanket beneath us.
“Oh, my God,” I gasped. Silas licked, sucked, and nibbled me all the way to the edge of my orgasm, and then the fucker stopped.
He looked up at me, a smile on his face. “Jesus Christ, Ainsley. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to stop?” he panted.
I bucked my hips and threw my hands in the air. “No one asked you to stop.” I closed my eyes, and tried not to knee him in the head for not finishing.
“I know, Lee, but I want you coming around my dick the first time.”
Cracking one eye open and looking down at him I sassed, “First time? Does that imply there will be a second?”
“Oh yeah, baby. I can even guarantee a third.” He worked his way up my body, trailing kisses the whole way. “But that first time? That first time is my dick buried deep inside you so you know who you belong to.”
I moaned as his hand slid down between us, and his dick nudged its way into me. “I accept that,” I gasped.
“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear. He leaned back, grabbed my legs, and spread me wide as he plunged deep inside me. “I dreamed of this, Lee. I dreamed of your sweet, lush body beneath mine. Even a thousand miles apart, I needed you.”
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his body. “I think we were having the same dream.” I lost track of the times I would wake up missing having him next to me.
He fell on top of me, his arms braced on the bed, caging me in, while he pounded into me. “My Lee,” he chanted. “You’ve always been mine.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist and scraped my nails up and down his back. “Yes,” I cried.
All the years of Silas being gone melted away in those moments. He may have left, but he was back now. “Silas, please,” I cried.
His hand snaked down between us and found my clit. “Come for me, Lee. Come all over my dick.”
I threw my head back as he stroked my clit, and stars exploded behind my eyes.
“Yes,” he groaned. I opened my eyes, knowing I needed to see all of the gorgeousness that was Silas Warlack.
My pussy milked his dick, squeezing every last drop of cum from him. A low groan came from his lips, and his eyes connected with mine. “I love you,” he gasped.
My heart soared, and tears rushed to my eyes. The man who had broken my heart and left me alone, was back. “I love you, too.”
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