Page 43 of True Honey
Silas’s breath caught sharply, clearly ready for either answer. The last thread of his restraint snapped.
“Fuck it,” he muttered before his lip crashed against mine in a searing kiss. His hands framed my face as he kissed me, turning it deep and pouring hours of pent up desire into that one moment.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, lifting into him and tying my legs around his waist. The kiss was warm and frantic—tasting like whiskey and bad decisions, but feeling like flying. Every other bad thought faded to black as he carried me through the apartment to his room.
He kicked the bedroom shut behind us, his lips never breaking from mine. Silas’s hands gripped my hips tightly as he walked us backward towards the bed, his body pressing against mine. He only broke the kiss to trail hot, open mounted kissed down my neck, his stubble rough against my sensitive skin.
I swallowed tightly, ignoring the thoughts of being incapable of feeling so wanted after so long. I shoved away the sadness and self doubt of never being enough. It was easier that way to banish my past to the confines of the locked doors within my shattered confidence. Away from anywhere that they could destroy the good that had recently flooded into the cracks.
I reached down, playing at the hem of his shirt before I pulled it over his torso.
Silas hummed as my fingers traced the lines of his abs, helping me lift his shirt off completely. He was in insane shape, years of baseball training clearly evident on his lean, toned body. His eyes darkened as he watched me drag my bottom lip between my teeth, tipsy with desire.
I wiggled back on the bed and leaned up on my elbows to watch him. His pants were low on his hips and showed off the hard lines that led beneath. Silas slowly hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants, dragging them down inch by inch, revealing his toned stomach and v-shaped muscles that lead lower. My eyes trailed over him, admiring the large, dark raven tattoo that stained his muscular thigh. My mouth went dry as his fingers curled into his boxers.
“You can still say no, you know, there’s nothing wrong with a drunk make out and stopping before we go too far,” he said, gently pushing his boxers down slowly. His length popped free, long and thick, curving slightly upward. Silas watched my every reaction, his voice lowering, “Drew,” he breathed. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to cross some lines,” I whispered, arching off the bed, my hips raising toward him.
A low groan escaped him at the request, his pupils dilating with lust. Without hesitation he crawled over me, getting between my parted thighs. His hands slid under my shirt, pushing it up and exposing my stomach. I was grateful for the darkness of his room, I wasn’t sure how he would react to a body that had never once been taken care of. But those were the thoughts of a terrified woman who hadn’t been touched since her body was stretched and misshapen by pregnancy and life.
The woman in his bed, writhing from his touch was confident and brazen, she was fueled by whiskey and want. I inhaled a shaky breath as his lips brushed against my skin.
“So responsive.” The words tumbled out of him like a chuckle against my stomach as his hands spread out on my sides and he painted open-mouthed kisses up my torso. He paused at the bottom of my bra, looking up at me through his lashes and smiled. “Lift up for me?”
I listened, lifting my hips from the bed to give him room to slide the waistband of my pants over my hips along with my underwear. He tossed them aside, leaving me bared to him in just my messed shirt and bra. I lifted from the bed, pulling off my shirt with haste as Silas spread my thighs wider, settling between them as he hooked his fingers into the strap of my bra and pushing it down over my shoulder. He revealed my breast little by little, his hand roaming my ribcage possessively as he lowered further exposing the swell.
Silas paused again, looking up at me with intense eyes.
“I just need to get it out of my system,” I whispered to him, pushing my hand into his hair, begging him to stop looking at me like that. “I need to let go.”
His expression softened from my words, understanding flickering in them as he leaned down and captured my exposed nipple between his lips. His fingers dug into my side as he sucked firmly, dragging a loud gasp from my lips. Silas growled approvingly against my breast as my hips ground against him. The friction was exquisite torture and it took everything in me not to let him know just how tortuous. His hands slid around to grip my ass, pulling me harder against his straining erection as he released my nipple with a wet pop.
In seconds, he reached for the bedside drawer and a small foil package is between his teeth ripping it open and sliding the condom over his shaft with the precision of a man that’s done it a hundred times. I had to shove away the twang of jealousy that bubbled up at the thought of other women in his bed, this was temporary… just a release.
Silas’s eyes met mine with wild, lust blown pupils. A devilish grin spread across his face as he shifted his weight, positioning himself more firmly between my thighs. He reached down between us, dragging his knuckle against my hot skin before guiding himself toward my entrance.
I could see the hesitation on his face, “no more thinking,” I said as he paused in thought. “No more talking,” I demanded, rolling up against him, desperate for more. Needing it to chase away the shadows.
With a shuddering curse Silas broke free of the last threads of his restraint at the needy rolling of my hips against his. He gripped my hips tightly and slid himself inside me with one powerful thrust. A guttural moan tore from histhroat at the connection and I pressed myself deeper into the mattress as he rubbed against every wall.
My whole body shuddered from the intrusion, pulsing around him as I melted away from the world and into the euphoria of how it felt to be adored.
Silas began to move, setting a fast pace that made the bedframe shake beneath us. His hand roamed my body possessively, squeezing my breast and gripping my thighs. His fingertips were rough and dangerously warm against my skin, they’d leave marks in their wake and I didn’t give a shit. It felt so fucking good.
His movements became more frenzied, lost in the sensation he finally let himself go. He leaned down to capture my lips in a hot kiss, swallowing the pathetic cries that split from them. Silas’s hand slipped between our bodies, finding my swollen clit and rubbing in tight circles, determined to push me over the edge.
I let him take me, it felt good and for once nothing could touch me.
It was just him and me, tangled together as the world became numb and my body exploded with fireworks lighting up the space between us in the form of moans and panting breath. It was like he could feel me letting go completely, my body tensing and then releasing waves around his shaft. It was too much, too good. His teeth were on my skin, stifling his own moans as he chased his own release over the edge.
I met him halfway, raking my nails down his back, melting into every relentless thrust, as the orgasm wracked through my body like a tidal wave. My orgasm set off his, and he buried his face in my neck, groaning loudly as he followed me into the abyss.
Silas collapsed against me, wrapping his arms around my back and pulling me into him as his mouth left a trail of warm kisses over my sweaty skin. I closed my eyes to block out the way the room was spinning. I wasn’t that drunk, but the mixture of the mind blowing orgasm and the whiskey, I wasn’t even sure I could figure out which way was up.
I don’t even know if I cared which way was up.
Just a man.
