Page 115 of Take My Love
He doesn’t even let me finish before crashing his mouth down on mine.
Pumpkin Spice flavored creamer mixed with coffee invades my senses as his tongue massages with mine. Our bodies press together like a puzzle piece, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer.
He licks and sucks, inhaling every moan of mine, and leaving me breathless. Firm palms grip my ass and push me against his erection.
“Fuck, Posey. I’m gonna be hard all fuckin’ day now.”
Sloppy, eager kisses slide down my jawline and neck, stopping beneath my ear before he finds my lips again.
I groan at how good it feels to have his mouth and hands all over me like he can’t get enough.
“Silas, we’re really gonna be late now…”
“I know, baby. But I can’t stop kissin’ you.”
I’ve waited eight years for this.
Lowering my hand between our bodies, I rub against his cock, wishing we could skip class today.
“Oh c’mon.” He weeps, pushing his hips into me. “You’re evil.”
“Payback’s a bitch,” I taunt. “Now you’ll have to keep your shirt on durin’ class unless you want the outline of your dick all over the internet.”
“I only did that for you, love. I like havin’ your attention, remember?” He smirks shamelessly.
“You’re such a shameless flirt.” I shake my head. “Every woman wants your attention.”
He presses a quick kiss to my lips. “But yours is the only one I want.”
By some miracle, we get the goats to class on time and Silas gets his fifteen minutes of fame where he stretches and shows off his tats and muscles. But this time, it’s not jealousy I feel.
It’s admiration and pride.
They can stare at him all they want, but I’m the one he goes home with every day. While they watch him, he’s looking at me.
And just to make class extra fun, I taunted him as much as I could by putting my ass in direct view of his face while a goat jumped on his back during downward dog. And anytime we were close enough, I stole soft touches against his neck and arms.
“You’re gonna pay for that little tease…” he murmurs behind me before opening the passenger side door.
“Not sure what you mean,” I say innocently, hopping into my seat.
“I’m sure you don’t.” He winks before closing it.
After dropping off the goats and trailer, he drives us back to the house to change. Amaya and Ian expect us to be late on yoga mornings, sothey don’t wait for us.
As soon as we walk into the house, I kick off my sneakers and go to change.
“Oh no, you don’t…” Silas grabs my hand and pulls me to the couch on top of him until I’m straddling his lap.
“What’re you doin’?” I squeal, holding onto his shoulders for support.
“We’re gonna finish what you started.” He lifts his hips and grabs onto mine. “Rock against me, mama.”
“Right now?”
“Mm-hmm. Dry humpin’ is another orgasm idea I was gonna tell you about, but now I don’t have to pretend I’m just helpin’ out afriend.”
I laugh at how dramatic he sounds. “But I’m all sweaty.”
