Page 15 of Silver
He oozed confidence as he gracefully entered the tub, sitting down so we were facing one another from each end of the tub. “We can speak freely here,” he informed me, tilting his head back and closing his eyes with a sigh. “This has to be one of my best ideas yet.”
I nodded, then remembered he couldn’t see that with his eyes closed, so I let out a hum of agreement instead. I mirrored him, leaning my head back, but before I could close my eyes, I caught a look at the sky. “Wow,” I breathed in awe.
I felt Silver move but I couldn’t look away from the stars. There were so many. The sky was several different colors and not just inky black with a few stars here and there, no there were darker blue, lighter blue, dark purple, and light purple. Even the stars seemed to glow different shades, lightening up the universe that was so far away from us. Somewhere out there was our home world, or was it in another dimension? We didn’t know. I’d never felt smaller in my life. Space, time, life, it all wrapped around me, making me feel like I was wasting my time instead of finally living. I had my soulmatch rightbeside me, why hadn’t I claimed him as mine yet? One more look at the stars and I knew I couldn’t hold off living anymore.
I needed to live.
I needed Silver.
“Do you ever feel so small when you look at the stars?” Silver whispered; his eyes fully locked on them now, too. “Like you’re just an insignificant spec on a much grander scale.”
He was feeling the same as I was, or at least I hoped he was.
I decided to open my heart up to him, to let him in. “I look at the stars and want to finally let myself live, you know? I’m so tired of just surviving. I want to fucking live.”
Silver’s eyes met mine, and they held so much want, need, longing. Was my darling just as damaged as me? Had he ever lived? He deserved to live. He deserved every happiness in the world. “Are you ready to live, Wilston?” he asked softly, his question holding so much more than just what he said.
“If it’s with you by my side, yes,” I replied, meaning every word.
He sobbed and threw himself into my arms. I grabbed him tightly against me, glad I still couldn’t feel the bruise on my back. I had Silver in my arms. My soulmatch.
“Can I please kiss you now?” he asked and I laughed.
“You can kiss me anytime you want, darling, forever,” I promised, looking him in the eyes as I said it, hoping my eyes told him how true my words were.
He grabbed my neck and slammed his lips on mine, whimpering when I took hold of his hair with one hand and the other found his ass, grabbing a good handful of his one cheek, loving I was able to finally touch him.
I moaned, opening my mouth for his tongue, meeting it with my own as we pushed against each other, rubbing our naked bodies together while our lips were locked. Soft lips and moans, exploring hands, and only the stars as witnesses.
I finally had my first kiss. And it was life changing.
Chapter 14
Silver
Kissing Wilston was indescribable… I’d kissed many men since I’d gotten here, desperate to live for once. Desperate to experience things before it was too late. But I’d never really lived. Never let myself go and truly enjoy the moment without any walls up. Not like right now with Wilston. I gave myself to him fully. Let him have my heart and body as he pleased. It was his anyway, so why fight it? Why hold back when he’d owned my soul even before we’d met? It was like coming home. For the first time I was truly home. And my home was him.
Our kiss was messy, frantic, hot, desperate, and just what I needed. We were both moaning in pleasure as our hands got busy touching everything. I let my hand trail down his chest and stomach before taking his cock in hand, feeling how hot his length was even with the hot water surrounding us. I wanted to sink down on it, impale myself as I rode him under the stars. Wanted to bind us together for eternity. Yes, we would get our magic, but right now the only thing I wanted was for Wilston to be mine. It might’ve been a sort of possessiveness that came over me, but I’d never had something so wonderful be mine, and like hell was I waiting another second.
Like Wilston had said, we were both ready to finally live.
I pushed away from his lips and with a raspy voice, I begged him, “Please fuck me.”
His eyes were already so dark, but I swore I saw a glimmer run through them at my words, like his magic was just under the surface, waiting for me to help him unlock it. We were each other’s key to finally being who we were born to be. We were incomplete without the other. Weak and lonely apart, powerful and loved together.
We would never be apart again.
“I didn’t bring anything.” He sounded so disappointed, like he was letting me down. His hand found my dick, finally touching methere. I moaned and threw my head back, allowing myself just a few seconds of his strong hand around me, jerking me, loving me.
“I did,” I finally managed to say. His movements slowed, helping me think clearly again. I moved on my knees over to the edge of the tub and climbed over, not caring I was shaking as water dripped off my naked body. I found my little bag with soap and the most important thing, lube.
When I turned back to the tub, he stood up, waiting for me with his hand outstretched to help me back in. Such a perfect gentleman, with his hard cock standing proudly, too. I took his offered hand, but sat on the edge to dump some water on my feet. I didn’t want to bring any dirt into our tub. I let Wilston hold the lube while I got cleaned up and returned to the warm water.
“Let me get myself ready for tonight,” I said, taking the lube back from him. He only nodded and seemed happy to follow my lead. I held on to the edge of the tub with one hand, standing up and presenting Wilston with my ass, not caring I was mostly out of the water.
I coated my fingers in lube and with one hand firmly holding on to the edge, the other began working me open. Wilston was right behind me, massaging my ass cheeks while watching me get myself ready for him.
His voice was pure gravel when he asked, “This isn’t your first time, is it?” There was no judgement, only pure curiosity in his tone. I wasn’t about to lie to him, even if I suspected this would be his first time.
