Page 146 of Eternally Yours
I’m staring at the closed door when Cecilia stands and shimmies out of her pajama shorts, which puts her bare to me. My eyes widen, and the semi I was sporting goes fromBruce BannertoThe Hulkin seconds. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready. Pull down your pants. Tonight, I’m your cowgirl and you’re my wild stallion, and I’m about to ride you to tomorrow.” She rips her shirt off and sends it sailing across the room, giggling as she skips over to me.
She grabs my shirt and does the same with it, then takes the sides of my sweats and begins pulling them down. I don’t help her, but I also don’t stop her. I might even lift my hips slightly to make it easier for her.
God, I’m going to hell for taking advantage of my wife in this moment.
Minnie doesn’t even bother pulling them all the way down. Once past my knees, she hops back onto my legs and straddles my thighs. Her hand fists my hair at the back and pulls me to her mouth.
The kiss is pretty sloppy and has no real rhythm. Hunger at its finest. Her free hand comes down between us and she grabs the base of my cock, giving it a rough squeeze that nearly blinds me from how long it’s been without attention from her. I reach up to her hips, stabilizing her while she lifts higher onto her knees and brings my meaty head to her slick pussy lips.
She swipes it back and forth through the folds a few times, coating it with her juices. My girl is practically leaking on top of me from how needy she is right now.
Minnie stops her movements and sinks down the length of my shaft in one go, making her cry out from the intense stretching she’s being given. I drop my head to the crook of her neck and groan at the sensation.Fuck, she feels even tighter than usual.
Cecilia doesn’t move right away, giving herself time to accommodate to my size. She keeps flexing around me, and I get tunnel vision every time from the grip. Her body begins to shake, and I’m pretty sure she’s seconds away from having an orgasm just from having me inside of her.
With my hands still on her hips, I lift her up, which makes her whimper, then slam her back down. She screams and starts convulsing above me, body trembling wildly. I don’t give her time to settle from her orgasm. Instead, I do it again and again while she continues to scream and moan and curse every profanity she can think of.
I’m not proud to say it takes me all of ten strokes to plant my seed deep inside Cecilia. This was probably the quickest fuck we’ve ever had, yet we’re both sweating and panting like we ran a marathon. Cecilia leans against my chest like a boneless mess as I stroke her damp hair down her back, undoing the messy tangles.
“I love you, Minnie,” I whisper, resting my cheek against her head.
She sighs dreamily, then brings her hand up to caress my exposed cheek in an affectionate way. “I love you, Silas.”
Chapter forty
Cecilia
Moldy coffee beans, or not moldy coffee beans. That is the question.
~ Six Weeks Later / End July ~
“HAPPY TWENTY-SIXTH BIRTHDAY, BABE!” Emma takes me into her arms, rocking us from side to side.
My birthday was actually last week, but Em was away on vacation with her boyfriend, and I couldn’t have my birthday party without her. So, we held off on celebrating until she was back.
Clay and Morgan had offered to have the birthday gathering at their place. But since Silas and I have been getting very reacquainted with one another, it made more sense to have it in our home.
If I’m being honest, I don’t even know why I haven’t moved back in yet. Silas and I haven’t talked about it since our anniversary, but I know he’s getting antsy about the subject.
I also know he doesn’t want to push me, which is probably why he hasn’t brought it up. But I’m thinking after this weekend would be a good time to come home.Finally.
“Thank you. But please stop reminding me of my age. I feel like ever since we hit twenty-one, the years have been flying by.” I touch my face as if I’m trying to hide my wrinkles, even though I don’t have any.
“Please do keep reminding my wife of her age. Because then it also reminds me that I’ll forever have a young, hot thing on my arm.” Silas comes up behind me, wrapping his arms over my chest.
I turn my head back and angle it up to meet his gaze. “Did you just call me arm candy?”
He lowers his head and plants a kiss along my lips. “I sure did.”
“Hate to break it to you, babe. But that’s what you are,” Emma adds while Morgan and Aubrey nod in agreement.
Silas chuckles and kisses my nose. “See, everyone agrees.” He looks up to the girls in our kitchen and smiles warmly. “Good morning, ladies. Thank you all for coming over early to help get things ready for the party, but it really wasn’t necessary. We could have just hired help.”
“You seem to be forgetting that it’s literally my job to plan parties and used to be your wife’s, too. Plus, Morgan is an expert in decor and a secret chef. And Aubrey has some crazy skills when it comes to baked goods, so I think that pretty much makes us the dream team.” Em points an angry finger at my husband with a glare as if his comment offended her.
“Don’t forget the muscles and unlimited bank accounts, we have two of those. One here,” Morgan says, waving a hand in Sy’s direction. “And the second one is on his way. He just had some errands to run first.”
