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“Do you really think it would’ve been healthier for me to go the rest of my life without kissing a man, fooling around with a man, or making love to one? Yes, I had a bad reaction, sue me. I hadn’t been touched by anyone. It was a one-time thing. Maybe it won’t ever happen again, maybe it will. People go through worse traumas than what I did and have completely healthy sexual relationships—why can’t I?”

I don’t know what to say right now, so I do the only thing that I can think of: I slam my lips down on hers. With my hands on her ass I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my hips. I carry her blindly through my place and up the stairs.

Britain stays wrapped around me as I climb up on my bed, our lips never separating. She moans into my mouth as I grind against her. My hands slide down her sides until I reach under her tank top and push it up and over her breasts. I groan when I come in contact with her bare skin.

My lips travel down her neck and when I reach her delectable pink nipples, my tongue licks one tip until it hardens. I suck it into my mouth, and she cries out. Her fingers grab my hair in a punishing grip. I move to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. I let go and bring my lips up to hers, whispering against her lips, “Can I lick your pussy?”

Her eyes widen, but she nods. I don’t miss the way she does a full-body shiver, and it makes me hard as fuck.

“Baby, I need to hear words.” I stroke her cheek.

“Yes. Please do it, Sir.”

That’s all I need to hear, and begin my descent down her sexy little body.

Chapter Eighteen

Britain

My heart races and my hips move of their own accord as his lips travel down my neck. I moan as he reaches my breasts, sucking each hardened tip into his mouth. I’ve never felt something so good, so real. His hair is soft under my fingertips, and I grip it as he pulls my shorts and panties down and off. I’m tempted to cover myself, but he doesn’t give me the chance as he descends on my pussy.

He grabs my thighs, spreading my legs. I close my eyes as I feel his breath on my skin. I’m not bare down there, but I do get a bikini wax. Does he like it?

“Fuck, you have a beautiful pussy.” My core clenches at his words, and I know I’m wet. “Britain, look at me. Watch me worship you.”

I open my eyes and watch his bright blue ones stare at me with so much emotion in them I feel myself getting choked up. He bends down, and I moan as I feel his wet tongue slide up from my core to my clit. Silas holds my eyes as he sucks my clit into his mouth. My hips come up off the bed as he licks my entrance over and over. Then he sucks my clit into his mouth.

He moans like I do eating my favorite ice cream. I feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. His eyes stay locked on mine as he pushes one finger inside of me. My legs shake as he rubs a spot inside me while pushing on my lower stomach.

I come so suddenly that I give a surprised cry. My eyes roll back in my head as wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body. When the tremors finally stop, Silas kisses his way up my body until he reaches my mouth. I can taste the tangy flavor of my arousal on his lips.

He smiles down at me. “How was that?”

“Awesome,” I breathe out, because honestly, I’m at a loss for words right now. “I think you broke my brain.”

His chest vibrates against mine as he chuckles. He rolls off of me and pulls me into his arms. I can feel how hard his dick is, but he doesn’t take it any further. Holding his eyes, I reach between us, my heart racing as I place my open hand on his dick through his jeans. We both hold completely still, but my breaths leave me in rapid pants.

He moves first, kissing my forehead. “Breathe nice and slow, baby. It’s just you and me—no one else.”

I do what he says and feel myself start to relax. He smiles, and my heart flutters. My stomach decides to interrupt us by growling loudly. “Let’s get you fed,” Silas says, pulling my tank top that was bunched up under my arms down. Then he grabs my panties, slipping them back on me.

“Wait, what about you?” I don’t want him to think I’m selfish or something.

He places his hands on the mattress on both sides of my hips, leaning in close. “Oh baby, there is going to be plenty of time for me.” Silas picks me up like I weigh nothing, throws me over his shoulder, and carries me downstairs.

The lasagna is no longer warm, but I don’t care. That’s how hungry I am. Silas doesn’t bother with plates and just hands me a fork. I know I’m making a pig out of myself as I sit on his kitchen counter, but I don’t care. I’m so freaking happy right now I can’t stand it. I think I’m falling in love with him—is it too soon? What if he doesn’t feel the same way?

Luckily, we’re both too busy stuffing our faces for him to notice my internal freakout. We finish eating and clean up the kitchen. As we cuddle up together on the sofa, he grabs the gray cashmere blanket that is draped over the back and lays it on my lap, since I’m still in just my tank top and underwear.

“What did you want to watch?” he asks.

“Can you turn on SportsCenter? The Cubs played today, but it wasn’t televised.” Silas smiles and turns it on. It looks like we missed the highlights for my Cubbies, but we watch it anyway and in no time, I feel my eyes start to get heavy.

My eyes flutter open, and it takes a second time to realize that I’m in bed, but not mine—Silas’s. I roll over and find the bed empty and hear the shower running. Gingerly, I climb out of bed and move toward the bathroom. That’s when I hear a soft groan. I open the door slowly and the sight before me makes my mouth water and my belly ache.

Silas is naked, obviously, and he’s got one hand resting against the shower tile. The other hand is wrapped around his cock. I should look away—I should leave him to it, but I can’t. He jerks it almost roughly, but his moans tell me he likes what he’s doing.

My fingers find their way into my panties, and I’m embarrassingly wet. I don’t even care, and begin rubbing my clit. It takes no time at all before we both begin coming together. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. He shuts the shower off, and I quickly close the door and scramble to his bed, climbing in it and pretending to be asleep.

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