Page 50 of Silent as Sin
Her chest rose fast, her whisper catching. “Got you.”
Trust like that doesn’t come twice.
I stripped her shirt slow, baring pale skin inch by inch. When her bra came free, I muttered, “Fuck,” and cupped her, thumb brushing until her nipple hardened under my touch. She gasped, arching into me. I took her into my mouth, sucking until her back bowed off the mattress, her fingers fisting in my hair. The taste of her, the broken sounds spilling from her lips, it wrecked me.
I kissed down her body, peeling shorts and panties away until she was bare beneath me. I paused, kneeling between her thighs, just to take her in. Spread out on my bed, hair messy on my pillow, trembling but watching me.
“Look at you,” I rasped, dragging two fingers through her slick folds. She jolted, already wet for me. “So fucking sweet.”
I leaned in and licked her, one long stroke that made her cry out. I groaned into her, holding her thighs wide, devouring her like a starving man. Licking, sucking, teasing until she was rocking against my mouth, begging without words.
“Don’t stop, Ashen,” she gasped, her nails biting into my scalp.
I didn’t. I slid two fingers inside, curling until I found the spot that made her fall apart. She came hard, trembling, crying my name, and I swallowed every sound like it belonged to me.
When she stilled, panting, I kissed my way back up, my cock straining against my shorts, I ripped them off, kicking them aside. Her eyes widened when she saw me, lips parting, nerves flickering across her face. I kissed her before they could take root, guiding her hand to my chest so she could feel the hammer of my heartbeat.
I tore a condom from the drawer, my hands shaking. “Gotta protect you, baby. I’m not taking chances.”
She watched me roll it on, never looking away. That alone damn near undid me.
I lined up, the tip sliding against her slick heat. My forehead pressed to hers. “This is it. You tell me stop, I stop.”
“I won’t.” Her voice was soft but certain. “I want you, Ashen. All of you.”
I groaned and pushed inside, slow, sure. Inch by inch until I was buried deep. She was so tight, her nails biting my shoulders, her breath catching on every thrust of my hips.
“Jesus, Wren,” I growled, body shaking. “You feel so damn good.”
Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me closer, and I lost the battle with my control. I started slow, letting her adjust, but her moans spurred me on. I drove deeper, harder, filling her completely, kissing her between every thrust. Hard, then softer,my mouth claiming her lips, her throat, the hollow beneath her ear.
“I’ll always want you,” I whispered against her mouth. “Always need you.”
Her hips rose to meet mine, her body clenching tight. She gasped my name, the sound breaking something inside me. I tangled a hand in her hair, my other braced at her hip, driving her higher until she shattered a second time, body writhing beneath me.
The way she clenched around me, the sound of her release, dragged me under. I thrust harder, faster, chasing my own end until I spilled into the condom with a groan that tore from deep in my chest.
I stayed inside her, buried to the hilt, my body shaking with more than release. My forehead pressed to hers, our breaths ragged and shared.
I kissed her softer this time, reverent. “I’m not just keeping nightmares away anymore. You gave me all of you tonight. And I swear to God, no one’s ever taking you from me.”
Her fingers traced my jaw, her eyes heavy but sure. For the first time since I’d known her, she looked at peace.
I eased out of her carefully, stripped the condom, and tossed it. She shifted like she might curl away, but I stopped her, pulling the blanket over both of us, drawing her against my chest.
“Stay close to me,” I murmured.
Her cheek pressed to my heart. “Always.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, lashes fanning against her cheeks. She drifted, breath even, warm against my chest. I let my eyes close too, holding her tight, the hum of the desert night seeping through the walls, cicadas singing in the pines, the faint rumble of a bike in the distance, then nothing but dry, endless silence.
Sleep took me.
***
HOURS LATER, Iwoke to the heat of her body still wrapped against mine. The desert air had cooled but the room was stifling, heavy with the scent of sex, sweat, her skin on mine. My cock was already hard, pressed against the curve of her ass, throbbing like it had never known release.
Fuck, I needed her again.
