Page 86 of Silver Linings
She curls her body against mine, chest to chest, arms snaking around my neck, not allowing a single inch of space between us as we bring our bodies together, too lost for any more words.
Pulling my hand from around her waist, I trail my palm up her torso, over her breast to settle it around her neck. Goosebumps materialize over her skin in the wake of my touch. I pull her in for a kiss, tongue licking into her mouth before I pull back and look deeply into her sea-foam eyes, hair wild around her face.
“Open,” I command.
The inherent trust she puts in me as she opens her mouth without hesitation is almost enough for me to finish. My hand coasts from its home on her neck, up to her jaw, gently cupping before I move on to trace her lips with my fingers.
I dip my index and middle fingers inside her mouth.“Suck.”Her eyes blaze and she immediately complies, sucking on them with enthusiasm, making my cock jerk inside of her. We both groan. “Perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.”
She’s writhing, fucking herself onto me as I pull my fingers out of her mouth.
“Fuck,” she whines in my ear. “More, I need more of you. Fuck me—fill me,” she pleads.
“I think I like it when you beg.” Silver tugs hard on my hair in retaliation, but doesn’t stop her movements.
I’m gripping her hip with my other hand, helping her move against me as I glide my free hand, soaked with her spit, down her back until it’s settled on her ass. I press my fingers against the tight ring of muscle at her backside—barely breaching, and adding just enough pressure to add to her pleasure as I bite down on her neck once more, pounding in and out of her tight, wet heat.
She explodes around me in an instant, her walls contracting around my cock so viscerally, I follow her orgasm with my own, roaring out in pleasure. I pump into her slowly as we ride out our releases, still clinging to each other, neither one of us ready to let go.
We stay locked together like that for an unknown amount of time, and only when the sweat on our bodies starts to dry and cool our skin do we reluctantly disentangle ourselves. But neither of us moves very far, laying back down on my bed, my arm around her and her head resting on my chest, content in our silence.
She starts lightly tracing my newest tattoo, the one that spans from the top of my thigh, over my hip, and onto my torso. “A phoenix,” she states, taking in all its intricate lines—the tail that curls down my hip to the wings that stretch high above its head and onto my side. “It’s beautiful.”
I place a kiss on her nose. “Do you have to work today?”
Please say no. Stay with me all day. We don’t have to do anything. I just want to be around you.
She shakes her head. “I’m meeting Kena later at Brooklyn Flea. He needs a lot of things for a project and I promised to go with him.”
I try not to be disappointed. I see her all the time because of the arrangement with the store, but going a day without her after what we just did feels wrong.
She props her chin on my stomach and looks over at me, hair wild around her like a crown of gold. “Will you come with me?”
My insides crack, fizzle, and pop. I bring my hand up to cup her neck, fingers scoring through her hair to rub at her scalp. She sighs and closes her eyes. “Yeah, baby, I’ll come with you.”
“You must be ingesting too many fumes from all the cabs if you think I’m paying that price,” Kena shouts at a vendor.
We arrived ten minutes ago to find him haggling with a salesman selling antique wardrobe chests. We stood back to watch as he wore the man down harder than tires on a racecar. When he noticed us standing fifteen paces away, watching slack jawed, he came bounding over, a gleaming smile stretched across his face as he threw his arms around us both.
“Did the hot maintenance man finallynail you to the wall?” He leaned in, whispering loudly, before she swatted him on the arm, blushing furiously, sneaking a shy glance over at me to see if I had heard. I pretended I didn’t.
“I’ve got a list of things I need to get for the Park Ave project. What are we finding for you, Sil?
“My list will have to wait until later.” She tells him about the incident at the store and how it means everything unnecessary will have to wait. He asks about the second floor, knowing that was what she was most excited for, and tries to soothe her when he sees the disappointment written on Silver’s face. “It’s okay. These things happen.” She waves him off with a smile. “Where should we go first?”
The Brooklyn Flea is a maze of tents and tables hocking anything from jewelry to vintage clothes to home décor of all kinds. We weave our way under the Brooklyn Bridge, where most of the stalls reside, when Kena pulls me into one with him, leaving Silver in a different section close by, looking at frames.
“I’ve been here for an hour, scoping out the wares ahead of time, and I saw this dining room hutch that’s perfect for my client.” He’s speaking animatedly, gesticulating wildly with his hands. “But the seller isn’t budging on the price. He’s this real hard ass man’s man, you know?”
“And?”
He stops abruptly, putting a hand on my chest before quickly removing it with a soft ‘oh my’, shaking his head out of a daze. “Keep up, brother wife. This is important.”
“You didn’t explain anything?”
“Context clues! I need you, a big burly man who looks like he knows how to hold a hammer, to come help me get this guy down on a price.”
“Okay, how do you want me to do that?”
