Page 11 of Mr. Silver
Scott
“Ididn’t think it was possible, but that was better than I even thought it might be,” I admit, falling down beside her.
“Uh huh.” She pants her agreement.
After pulling the condom off, I tug her over so she’s flush against my body. Running my hand up her back, I tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her head back so she has no choice but to accept my kiss. She might have just given me the best orgasm of my life, but I’m not done with her yet.
“I hope you didn’t have any plans for tomorrow,” I whisper against her lips.
“No, why?”
“You’re probably going to need to sleep off tonight.” Rolling her onto her back once again, I continue to kiss her until she’s writhing beneath me for another release.
“Can’t get enough of you,” I admit once I’ve released her nipple with a pop. “Ready for round two?”
She makes some kind of noise in agreement and after rolling on another condom, I grab her hips and flip her over.
I gasp when my eyes land on a long scar down her spine. Hearing my reaction, she fights to get away, but I hold her hips tightly. “Don’t. You’re beautiful.”
Her entire body flinches when I place my lips to the tip of the scar and begin kissing down the long-healed seam.
“What’s it from?”
“Do we have to do this now?” She shivers when I get to the bottom and continue down to her arse. She must realise I’m not going to answer her question because as I blow across her wet skin, she whimpers, “A car accident.”
Taking pity on her, I suck her into my mouth and fuck her with my tongue until her legs start trembling, her release just in touching distance. Just as she’s about to fall, I pull back, line myself up, and sink deep inside her body.
“Your body’s beautiful, Fearne. You hear me?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants. There’s a good chance it’s got nothing to do with my question, but I’m too lost to her to care right now.
“Come on, time to clean up,”I say, scooping her limp body up into my arms and carrying her to the bathroom.
Coming to a stop at the bathtub, I place her down on the edge and lean in to get the water running.
“Good to see your expensive taste also includes your bathroom,” she says with a laugh. When I look over my shoulder, I see her wide eyes taking everything in.
“I didn’t choose any of this. I bought it fully furnished.”
“It suits you,” she says, nodding towards the black and silver tiles.
“If you say so.” She narrows her eyes at me but doesn’t say anything more. “Get in, I’ll just go and get us drinks.” I feel her eyes on me until I turn the corner.
I thought I’d feel weird about the prospect of having a bath with a woman, but as I walk away from her all I feel is a pull to go back. I don’t usually hang around long enough to make any kind of conversation let alone to relax, but the idea of leaving right now causes a little panic to set in. For the first time ever in my adult life, the prospect of allowing someone to get to know me doesn’t scare the living shit out of me. I’m not sure I want to admit it, but I’m actually excited to get back to her and discover who she really is.
“Sorry, I didn’t have many options that didn’t involve alcohol,” I say, handing over a glass of chilled water.
“This is perfect, thank you.”
Lowering my own glass, I take in the scene in front of me. Fearne is surrounded by bubbles, her gorgeous red hair a perfect mess and her cheeks still flushed from our activities.
Something inside my chest aches as I stare at her. She notices my attention, and after chewing on her bottom lip for a few seconds she plucks up with courage to ask me what’s wrong.
“It’s…” Stalling in an attempt to come up with the right words seems to give her the wrong idea.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“What? No. That’s the last thing I want. I was just thinking how right this feels.”
