Page 34 of Finding Silence
The next moment she is straddling my lap, her mouth on mine, and her sweet taste enriched by the smoky whiskey permeating my senses. It takes my hands two seconds to discover she is naked underneath her clothes, and I groan when my fingers travel down her butt crease and find her slick with want already.
“Yessss,” she hisses against my lips when I dip a digit inside her.
She adjusts herself, tilting her hips back in invitation, so I add a second finger. Immediately she starts to move, riding my hand while rubbing herself on my cock. It’s enough to drive me mad. My teeth nip at the column of her throat when she throws her head back, giving herself over to sensation.
“Too many clothes,” I complain, trying to work my free hand underneath the oversized shirt but getting tangled in fabric.
“Yes,” she sighs.
I’m not sure whether she’s agreeing or still caught up in the moment, but then she abruptly climbs off my lap.
“Come,” she urges me, holding out her hand. “Let’s get naked where it’s warm.”
She’s already pulling her top over her head when I follow her into the bedroom. I rush to catch up when she starts shoving down her pants, exposing that gorgeous round ass I’ve had a hard time keeping my hands, or my eyes, off.
I just manage to get my shirt over my head when she turns around. The shirt drops from my hand and I forget what I was doing as my eyes try to take in the beautiful woman in front of me. All that creamy-soft skin covering luscious curves my hands are eager to explore. But instead, I stare, not quite believing the situation I find myself in.
Phil takes a step toward me, reaching out with her hand and letting her fingertips trace the scars bisecting my chest.
“Is this safe? Can you?—”
I grab her hand and cut her off, “Yes.”
Then I slide my free arm around her and try to pull her against me, but she has different plans and starts backing me toward the bed, urging me to get on.
I scoot up and lean my back against the headboard, enjoying the view as Phil climbs up after me and straddles my thighs.
“Let me do the honors,” she whispers as her hands drop down to my belt.
Her eyes stay fixed on mine, as she unzips me and wiggles my jeans and boxers far enough down my hips for my cock to spring free. She immediately curls her fingers around me, the warm pressure eliciting a deep groan from me.
“It’s a thing of beauty, this cock of yours,” she mutters, “and I hope to God I’ll get an opportunity to get better acquainted, but for tonight I need to feel you inside.”
“Sweet Jesus,” escapes me when she rearranges herself and sinks down, taking me into her heat.
I reach for her hips with the intention of taking over, when she shakes her head.
“Let me take care of you.”
I don’t easily hand over control, but when I look at that beautiful smile—which was missing these past few hours—I hold on and let her take me for the ride of my life.
Chapter 11
Brant
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I swallow a groan of protest as I untangle my limbs from the warm woman in my bed.
Not a cuddler, I was surprised to wake up a few minutes ago with my body plastered to hers. I didn’t think at fifty-three there’d be any firsts left but, apparently, I was wrong. The short time I’ve known Phil has been filled with surprises.
For starters, I’m not an impulsive man, but it sure didn’t take me long to go from resenting my new neighbor to falling ass over teakettle for the woman. Since then, it’s been a series of new experiences, the highlight being last night’s events. Having Phil take charge, and yielding to her control, was by far the most unexpected. I came so damn hard it blinded me, and for a moment I thought my heart had stopped for good.
But what a way it would’ve been to go.
“Mmm…” she mumbles, cracking one eye open as she rolls over in bed. “What time is it?”
“Six.”
