Page 150 of Pride High 2: Orange
Not after he’d just gotten his spit all over it! But she also didn’t want him to stop, because this was exciting. Silvia felt like grinding against the mattress.
“Want to see how I do it?” she offered.
Omar’s jaw dropped. “Uhh… Yes please!”
“Then put on a different kind of music. Literally anything but these ballads.”
“Whatever you want!” he said, nearly tripping on his way to the stereo. He stopped to kick off his jeans and boxers.
Silvia slid out of bed and quietly undressed as quickly as she could, because she wanted him to turn around and see—
“Oh my god,” Omar breathed. “Or should I say goddess?”
“Don’t say anything and get over here.” Silvia slid into bed with her back against the headboard. She spread her legs so he could see, and so she could touch herself.
A heavy metal riff was playing on the stereo, but she liked how primal it sounded. She watched Omar strip off his shirt. Seeing him completely naked for the first time had her turned on more than she’d ever expected. He had a nice body, and she liked the silky black tufts that matched his hair.
Omar climbed into bed on his knees, Silvia stopping him with one of her feet when he tried to get too close. He didn’t mind, staying where he was while his eyes moved over her body obsessively. She began to caress herself wherever his gaze went, as if it was his touch, while her other hand sought out her favorite source of pleasure. As she began to rub, Omar seemed to become even more hypnotized.
“When am I supposed to finish?” he asked.
“Not yet,” Silvia said. “I’ll tell you when.”
Omar whimpered and nodded. She liked having this power over him, although part of her wanted to relinquish it, to let him do whatever he wanted and become subject to his desires. Their eyes met, his filled with adoration as he bit down on his bottom lip, like he had to exert effort to maintain self-control. Silvia was filled with a tingling sensation that spread out from her stomach as her legs tightened and her muscles began to convulse. All she could do was moan.
Omar did too. That’s when it got messy, like a shooting water gun.
“Fuck!” he said, falling forward onto his palms as he panted. Then he looked up, his eyes concerned through the curtain of dark locks. “Did you finish?”
Silvia could keep going, but she was satisfied for now. “Yes.”
“Thank god,” he said. “I thought I blew it. I mean, I guess I did but—”
“Omar?”
“Yeah?”
“I need you to kiss me. Then I want something to drink.”
He grinned and crawled closer to her.
“Ew!” Silvia cried when she felt something poke her leg. “It’s still dripping!”
“Sorry,” he said, rolling out of bed. He swiped his T-shirt off the floor and held it out. “This is what I always use.”
“The clothes you wear?” she asked in disbelief.
“I wash them afterwards,” he said. “Or uh, my mom does actually. I should probably start doing my own laundry.”
“Omar…” Silvia said with a smile.
“Right right,” he said. “More kissing.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to grant her wish. Silvia reached for his head to pull him in close. One of his hands wandered, stroking her breast, but his touch felt good. Affectionate.
“I love you,” Omar said when pulling away.
“I love you too,” Silvia said, not needing to think or analyze. It was simply the truth.
