Page 23 of Closer Than You Think
“Let me show you just how good it can be,” Silas murmurs, his voice a seductive promise that has me arching into his touch, desperate for more.
His scent envelops me, a heady mixture of sandalwood and spice that ignites something primal within. My hands reach up to tangle in his dark hair as our lips collide again, the taste of him intoxicating. Our breaths, ragged and uneven, create an unspoken symphony that echoes through the room.
“Tell me what you want,” Silas murmurs against my skin, his voice rough with desire.
“More,” I gasp, my body trembling with need. “I want more of you, Si.”
As if responding to some unspoken command, Silas's hands begin their exploration, tracing every curve and contour of my body. His touch is both gentle and possessive, as though he's staking a claim on each inch of me, branding me as his own. The sensation leaves me weak with longing, craving the intensity only he can provide.
“Is this what you want?” Silas asks, his fingers ghosting over a particularly sensitive spot, causing me to jolt with pleasure.
“Y-yes,” I stutter, my voice barely a whisper. He smiles wickedly, clearly enjoying the effect he has on me.
“Good girl,” he replies, his tone laced with satisfaction. “You deserve nothing less than the best, Hallie. And I intend to give it to you.”
He lowers his face to my core, pulling my thong to the side and diving face first into my pussy. I scream out in pleasure as his lips suction around my clit.
He laughs then, a deep guttural sound I can feel the vibration of against my skin. His tongue traces my lips, sinking into me, then back up to my clit again. He thrusts two fingers inside me and I thresh from the invasion, but then he adds a third and I can’t contain myself.
“Silas,” I breathe out, my chest heaving as the waves of pleasure threaten to consume me. “Don't stop. Please . . . don't ever stop.”
“Never,” he promises, his eyes locked on mine as his hands continue their relentless journey. “I'm not going anywhere, Hallie. Not until you come all over my fingers and then again all over my cock. And even then, I’m going to make you do it all over again.”
And as Silas's touch leaves me trembling on the precipice of ecstasy, I can't help but believe him. He is not just the kind, enigmatic neighbor next door. There’s something dark in his eyes, but not scary. I don’t know why, but I trust him.
I moan, feeling the pleasure building within me as his hands expertly navigate the landscape of my body. “I . . . I can't take much more.”
“Yes you can, and you will.”
He quickens his pace, fucking me with his hand while licking my clit like I’m the most delicious dessert he’s ever had.
“Let go, Hallie,” he urges, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. “Come for me.”
I surrender to his words, allowing the tidal wave of sensation to crash over me. As I tremble in the aftermath, Silas captures my lips with his own, swallowing my cries of ecstasy as we share a searing kiss that leaves us both breathless.
But he only waits a moment before standing and lifting me up, carrying me to his bedroom and tossing me on the bed. My ripped dress still dangles from one arm and my hair has come loose from its bun.
I watch him pull his belt off as he stares at me. Next, his T-shirt, which he pulls over his head with one quick swipe. Standing before me in a pair of dark jeans, he palms himself through the fabric.
I can’t help but stare back, my tongue darting out to lick my bottom lip. He’s glorious. Strong, broad shoulders, a glistening six-pack, and that V of his hip bones trailing a path below the denim, pointing to exactly what I want.
Silas towers over me, his muscular frame casting a shadow across my bare skin. I feel small and vulnerable beneath him, but also protected in a way I've never experienced before. His eyes blaze with raw desire as he slowly unbuttons his jeans, maintaining eye contact the entire time. I hold my breath in anticipation, my body nearly vibrating with need.
“Tell me what you want, Hallie,” he commands, his voice gravelly with lust.
“You,” I pant. “All of you.”
A sly smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. In one smooth motion, he drops his jeans, freeing his massive cock. I gasp at the sight of him, hardened and ready for me. Gripping my thighs, he parts them effortlessly and settles between my legs. The tip of him teases my entrance and I whimper with anticipation.
“Wait,” I say. He stops moving and watches me. “Aren’t you going to use a condom?”
A smirk curls his lips upward and he breathes out a laugh. “No, Hallie. There’s no way I’m letting anything come between me feeling all of you.”
I gasp at his words.
“I would never put you in danger. You trust me?”
Do I? I don’t know him, but I’d already decided to trust him.
