Chapter 4 Dolly
Chapter four
Dolly
Silas pulls into the driveway, and, despite my best efforts to make him come before he stops the truck, I don't succeed. I silently cheer his endurance as he pulls me off his gorgeous cock with a pop.
"Oh fuck, Dolly." Silas says my name like a prayer and then opens his door. He slides me across the bench with him, hauling me up into his massive arms before I have time to even think about climbing down from his truck by myself.
I wrap my legs around him, holding tightly as the cold air licks at my naked body. I shiver, and Silas practically runs to the front door, his key ready as he fits it into the lock.
When he opens the door, I put both hands on either side of his face and kiss him hard.
Part of me is terrified that he'll change his mind when he sees me in his home.
That somehow this will all be too real for my socially anxious lumberjack.
Another part of me wants to see what I taste like on his tongue.
The pure joy in his eyes when I came was like nothing I've ever experienced before.
I'm addicted. And I briefly wonder if I'm willing to kidnap him in his own home if he tries to take me back to town in the morning.
I almost laugh out loud with the thought of getting the jump on Silas who is about a foot taller than me.
And he exercises, so two points against me.
Maybe I can subdue him with endless blow jobs. I'm game if he is.
Silas locks the front door behind us and then carries me into the bedroom directly to the left of the entrance without skipping a beat.
I don't even have time to look around; my entire focus is on this man's gorgeous mouth.
His stubble scratches my chin as I kiss him, and I want the sharp friction on my thighs again.
But not before I've had a chance to ride his cock.
Silas takes three long strides and then tosses me into the middle of his bed.
I laugh as I bounce on the mattress. He gazes down at me, the side of his mouth lifting in a rare smile, and my heart practically explodes out of my chest. His eyes travel the length of my body, and I lean up on my elbows, arching my back to lift my breasts for him like an offering.
"Dolly..." Silas trails off, his expression pained like he's afraid he's going to do the wrong thing. God, I love my big strong man.
"Undress for me, Silas." I grin at him, trying to remind him this should be fun.
He pauses for a beat, and then he reaches behind his neck and removes his shirt in the one-handed move, and I let out a little gasp as I get a look at his broad chest. His muscles swell like rounded treasures, and I want to lick every curve.
"What?" he asks, pausing with his shirt in his hands.
"Hmm? Nothing." I make a slow perusal of his body, stopping pointedly at the large bulge tenting the front of his pants. "Just admiring the view."
Silas grunts, unbuttoning his pants and ridding himself of the remaining clothing in no time.
"How about you, baby? You like what you see?" I purposely test out the term of endearment, watching him closely. The little flare of lust when I call him baby doesn't escape my notice. Nor does his soft moan when I open my legs and bare all to him.
"Such a pretty pussy," Silas says as he grips his cock and gives it two hard jerks.
A rush of desire coats the tops of my thighs from his praise, and the gorgeous, naked man in front of me licks his lips.
As incredible as he is with his tongue and fingers, if I don't get his massive cock inside me soon, I am going to lose my freakin' mind.
I lift my finger, beckoning him toward me, and he climbs between my legs, kissing his way up my body until I'm writhing beneath him.
He pins me to the bed with his weight, and I run my hands over the peaks and valleys of his delicious muscles.
I'll never get enough of him, and I plan to stay in bed with him until the end of time.
When he makes it to my mouth, I lift my head and kiss him hard. Our tongues dart across one another, and he grinds his cock against my core with heated passion. He palms my breast with his large hand, pinching my nipple as I moan loudly.
"You are so beautiful," he says, grinding against my clit. He swallows my moans, the friction a sweet torture as I beg him to give me what I want.
"Dolly, I don't have any protection," Silas says, breathing hard against my neck as I wrap my legs around him. "I didn't plan on this."
"I don't care," I practically sob with need. "I want you, Silas. Nothing between us."
Silas shakes his head, his expression pained, but he grinds his hard length against my clit again, and my eyes roll back as I moan with pleasure. "I don't want you regretting anything with me, Dolly. I can do so much more without risking getting you pregnant."
His eyes flash with heat, and I pull back slightly to get a good look at him.
"Does the idea of me pregnant excite you, Silas?" I hold my breath, hoping I've read him right. To my relief he nods. "You want to see my belly swollen with our baby?"
Silas doesn't say a word, but his breathing increases and his cock hardens against my lower stomach. My sexy man has a breeding kink.
"You want to watch my breasts get bigger, my nipples so sensitive even the slightest touch will send me over the edge?"
Silas pants above me, nodding as he dips his head to suck a nipple into his mouth like he can picture everything I'm saying in vivid detail.
"Do it. Get me pregnant tonight. I don't need a condom with you." I urge him forward with my heels. His eyes are so hooded with desire that I can barely see the dark brown I dream about at night. I reach for the back of his head, pulling him down to me and whisper hotly in his ear, "Fuck me."
"Oh god. Dolly..." He notches at my entrance, pushing the tip of his thick cock inside, and I sob with relief.
"Oh yes, baby." I grip his back, digging my fingers in as I pull him against me. "Keep going."
"You are so wet. Fuck ... oh god." Silas closes his eyes for a second like he's afraid he won't be able to hold back.
I run my fingernails along his back, not going deep enough to hurt him, but letting him know I'm ready for him to move.
He's panting hard when he leans back to look at me, and I grin.
"You won't hurt me," I whisper. "I promise."
Silas moans and then starts moving, fucking into me with a rhythm that takes my breath away. I roll my hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
"Oh my god, yes!" I call out as he bottoms out, grinding against my clit before pulling out and thrusting back in again.
"Don't hold back, Silas. However you like it," I beg. "It feels so good, baby."
I don't know if it's calling him baby or begging him to fuck me, but Silas opens his eyes and a little thrill zings through my body at the heat in them.
"You don't know what you're asking for," Silas warns through gritted teeth, and my heart beats faster.
"I can take you." My voice is low with heated promise. Silas stares at me for a long moment, and then the sexy beast lets go. He snaps his hips forward, fucking me into the mattress, and I realize how much he was holding back before.
"Yes, oh god, yes..." I moan. Each thrust of his cock grazes that spot deep inside me, and I moan loudly, letting him know I love every second of this as I grip his waist tightly with my legs.
Sex with this man is like nothing I could have imagined, and I've fantasized about this moment daily. Sometimes multiple times if I've had my hands in his hair for our monthly appointment.
"Oh god, yes, yes..." I chant, breathless as he winds me up, my pleasure coiling tighter with every move.
My body reacts to every thrust as this sexy man has his way with me.
It's fast and hard; his hands are everywhere like he can't stop touching me.
Like I'm a sex goddess granting him my body for his pleasure.
His hard length fills me, grazing my walls with a delicious friction, and I grip the back of his arms as I hold on for the ride.
Silas fucks me like he wants to possess me. No. He wants to worship me. I moan, struck with an irrational desire to have him bury himself inside me so deeply, he never leaves.
Silas sucks little love bites all over my neck as he mumbles against my skin, and I crush him against my breasts as he dips lower to mark my cleavage.
"Harder, please. Fuck me harder," I beg. He lifts from between my breasts, his face straining as he tries to hold back.
"Mine, mine, mine," he chants and I nod quickly, sobbing out my pleasure.
"Yes, yes, I'm yours, Silas." I roll my hips against his as he hits that spot so close to the detonator in my body. Flattening my feet to the bed, I try to meet his rhythm as his thrusts become more erratic.
"I've dreamt of this for so long, Dolly," Silas whispers and I moan, my body and soul taken over by his pure devotion.
Silas lifts my thigh, opening me up to him even more as he fucks me deeper and harder.
My eyes roll back, my orgasm barreling forward, and then he slides his hand between us.
My mouth opens on a silent scream as his thumb finds my clit.
"I love you, Dolly," Silas grits out suddenly, and my heart just about leaps from my body.
I want to tell him I love him too, but my pussy clenches tightly as my orgasm bursts forward like it can't be contained any longer.
I moan loudly, milking his hard cock as waves of pleasure cascade throughout my body.
Silas follows me over the edge, his hot release filling me up as he circles his hips to prolong my pleasure. When we both stop moving, I hold him close to my body. I love his weight on top of me.
After a while, Silas kisses me softly and pulls out.
We both moan from the disconnection. He brushes his lips against my breasts, my stomach, and then places a small kiss at the apex of my thighs, and I run my fingers through his hair, boneless with pleasure.
He stands, his cock dripping with our mutual release, and strides to the bathroom.
I close my eyes, ready to drift off, but startle when Silas places a warm cloth between my legs. He cleans me up, his eyes heating and his cock thickening the longer he gazes at me. Biting my lip, I smile at my big, sexy man caring so sweetly for me.
"Thank you," I whisper as he slides into bed next to me and pulls the soft covers over the top of us. Silas chuckles as he pulls me against him, and I lift to look at him. "What?"
"You're thanking me, when you let me..." Silas pulls me against his chest again, and I snuggle in.
"Let you? You are so good at that," I say, my cheeks heating as I remember the way he worked my body.
"That's a relief," Silas says, and I lift my head to look at him. He gazes down at me and then swallows hard. "I'd never done it before."
"What?" I pull back. "You aren't serious?" This man took me to levels I've never dreamed of.
Silas shrugs and pulls me down again like he can't look at me when he's having this conversation. "I never met anybody I wanted to..." He shakes his head and then whispers into my ear. "I've waited for you my entire life."
I'm overcome with emotion, and I don't know what to say. "Silas." It's all I can get out, but he pulls me against him, and I decide not to push the conversation any further.
"What was it like living in Antarctica?" I ask suddenly, realizing I never responded to the information he finally gave me back in the truck.
"Cold."
"Would you ever want to do it again?" I hold my breath, never intending to leave his side for as long as we both shall live.
"No."
"Hmm," I grin against his skin. "Back to one-word answers I see."
Silas chuckles and then shrugs. "You're already naked."
I snort out a laugh and swat at him. "I can get dressed again in a second," I threaten, and Silas growls, pulling my hand against his chest, right over his heart. We lay in content silence, and my eyelids grow heavy.
"Do you … do you think you'll want to stay in Foxy Falls?" Silas asks quietly.
"Umm hmm," I mumble, and Silas tightens his arm around me. I want to tell him that I'll move anywhere he wants, whenever he wants, but I can't keep my eyes open. I drape my leg over his hip, trying to communicate my ownership over him with my body when words fail.
"I'll never forget this night for as long as I live," Silas whispers against my hair. It should be sweet, but it sounds an awful lot like he's saying goodbye.
If this man thinks I'm going anywhere, he has another thing coming.
But I'm too exhausted by tonight's activities to deal with his nonsense.
I'll give him a morning talking to and if he doesn't piss me off too badly, I'll get on my knees so he will always know what he's missing if he gets any more ridiculous thoughts in that handsome, albeit thick, head of his about saying goodbye to me.
I mean it when I told Silas I am his. But that means Silas Jansen is mine.
Content with my plan, I drift off to sleep with a dull ache between my legs and warmth in my heart.