Page 93 of Rocking Her Silence

Broken words fill my mind, and I know that they are all true. There is no joy like this. No fulfillment like this. No other willing surrender. No other passion. No other life for me. Nothing that’s not him.

The pleasure coursing through my nerve endings is so intense that I’m laughing, crying, and screaming all at once; it hurts my throat. It makes me crazy. I love it. I love that I can share this with him.

One of Carson’s hands tightens his grip on my thigh while the other reaches under me, stroking and squeezing my bottom. The rough touch makes me whimper as waves of bliss rush my body, a climax to end all climaxes short-circuiting my senses as it surges toward me.

He pushes me upward, keeping my lower body away from the mattress while his cock keeps driving into me deeper and deeper. His body heaves against mine. His skin, hot and sweaty, is plastered to my own, my nipples are getting flattened and teased by his pecs with every tattered breath he takes as he pounds me harder and harder. By now, I'm floating; his name is a soundless chant on my lips as ecstasy inflames my veins and his. My body is taut as a bow. I feel like one of the strings of his bass that's been played with too much, and it's about to snap. The sensations flooding my system are both too much and not enough. I want to reach the end and never stop at the same time.

But we're too close to it. There's no pulling the breaks now. My body starts to coil even tighter as he shoves into me over and over, each of his thrusts adding to my pleasure until I'm finally crashing headfirst into my orgasm, just as his own final pleasure is slamming into him. Carson's cock swells even bigger inside of me and really starts putting my walls to test even more, and that's when the back and forth of hips starts to falter and become more irregular, his hands gripping my bottom even harder while he pushes inside of me even further as if trying to reach the very end of me. His large, muscular body goes taut over my own, and he gives me all his weight as we both drop back onto the messy bed. I force my eyes open and immediately search his own. I love seeing the intensity of his orgasm in them when he comes inside me. He holds himself deep and finally lets go, his mouth opening in a sexy groan as a steady stream of hot cum jets against my walls. He bits his lower lip and smiles at me in between heaving breaths, the sated, manly passion on his handsome face just enough to make me go off a little more.

The clasp of my breathing core around his spent cock rips a visible moan from Carson and makes him fall on top of me, his face in the crook of my neck, his beard tickling me there as we both catch our breath.

We stay just like this for a little bit. I don’t care that he’s crushing me. I love it, in fact. I wish we could stay just like this. Forever.

Then, that pesky need to breathe fully intrudes again, and this time, when he tries to pull out and away from me, I let him go.

He rolls onto his back, and I turn on my side to look at him. Saying nothing. I laugh a bit when he struggles to take off his jeans, and he grins at me before lying back down.

His luminous eyes sweep over me, and the heat in his gaze makes me shiver and light up for him, even if my body is exhausted.

Carson reaches for me and yawns a bit.

Too cute. How I love him!

I sigh and reach out to caress his bearded jaw. He kisses the palm of my hand before pulling me onto his chest with one of my thighs thrown over him. His arms fold around me, my head leaning over one of his pecs, the one with my name on it, that’s rising and falling under my ear. The soundless tam-tam-tam of his heart gives life to my own with every single beat.

He looks down at me and smiles. He looks so happy it brings tears to my eyes. I smile back, my heart so full of love and joy it feels like it’s about to burst. I’m so… eager. Eager for every moment of life we’ll have together.

I don’t want today to end. And I can’t wait for all of our tomorrows to start.

So many things to say… So very many.

But we don’t need to talk. Silence, for once, is not the enemy that always withholds information from me. Silence is peace and truth and love when I’m in my Carson’s arms.

We smile at each other and go to sleep happy.

No words needed. The love is there. Always.

Epilogue 2

CARSON

Six months after that…

Ileave the kitchen behind, still looking for my wife. I got a conference call from our new –and improved– PR team and went to take it in the lounge so as not to disturb Sly, who was napping on a couch. Mia was lazing on one of the other sofas, big honey-colored eyes staring at the sky beyond the rounded, darkened panel of the window, knees bent, her e-reader forgotten over her tummy, and her dark waves gathered in a messy bun. She loves to watch the road pass by, especially when the sun is setting, and looks pretty as a picture when she does it. My little muse. I could stare at her for hours.

I wasn't gone for more than twenty minutes, and she's no longer on this floor.

She’s probably in our bedroom upstairs.

I press the button to activate the electric internal staircase, and as I wait, I hear strumming coming from above. I grin to myself, shaking my head. I swear that if Rick could get away with it, he would move in the damn sky lounge on the rooftop of our spanking new tour bus and never come down.

We’ve had this baby for about two months now, and he is yet to stop playing with everything on board. He’s like a kid with a new toy, and he’s been driving our tour manager insane about adding even more features to the beast. Sly is not much better. He hasn’t stopped pestering the driver five minutes since we left Rome, and I can hear him in the cockpit even now asking the poor man yet anotherjust-one-morequestion.

When I first saw this thing, I was like,no fucking way. The bus looks like a futuristic luxury yacht on wheels, and it’s not exactly what you would call inconspicuous, and since I don’t enjoy unwanted attention, and I get plenty of it already on any given day, I was dead set against it at first.

What won me over was that this monster can take you where you want to go faster than most road-bound vehicles in its category, that it’s environmental-friendly in every aspect, and that the engineers were willing to work with us even if the Marchi MobileEleMMentPalazzo Superior is not exactly a super-customizable bus per se since it pretty much has everything you could expect and more spread onto over 730 square feet of living space. The standard version comes with a price tag of three mil and is basically a mansion you can take with you on the road, but we needed 3 master bedrooms instead of one and at least one more bathroom, and they delivered. The upgradeonlytook one added floor, a wait of four months longer than average, and for us to fork out two more million in the end.

I have to say, though, flashy or not, this thing is starting to grow on me.

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