Chapter 15 #3
And then it was like he went a little crazy, and so did I.
It felt as if he had more than two hands, because he was touching me everywhere, and the way he moved his tongue over my body was making me do more than groan.
I screamed a little because he bit me—just gently, and then he was also suckling there, and I screamed again because it felt so good that I couldn’t hold in the noise.
“I want to see your ass. A close-up,” Silas said, and he flipped me like a pancake.
But he started at my neck and kissed me there, and then he bit again and I jolted at the pleasure.
His tongue traced down my spine and his two hands took hold of my butt.
“I couldn’t imagine that you’d look even better naked, but you do.
Goddamn, you do.” I could feel his erection, hard and heated between us, and I tilted my hips up toward it.
“Go ahead, please,” I begged, but we weren’t done. He had more to do with his mouth. He kissed over my thighs and behind my knees, and then he flipped me over again.
“Here we are,” he said, and held my legs apart. I watched his head descend and maybe I tensed a little, because his hands moved to squeeze my hips.
“I’m ticklish!” I squeaked. “I’m—Silas!”
He was tasting me. He moved his lips and tongue relentlessly and I was done. I was coming with a fierceness that almost scared me, and I heard myself calling his name.
“Are you ready?” he asked. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
He held me and turned us over, putting me on top so that I could take him inside.
I was so boneless that I could barely stay upright, but I grabbed his hands and threw my head back as he filled me.
I’d never felt anything like it, not like any of this.
I opened my eyes and there was Silas, and not only were we naked, but we were having sex.
It was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt, ever, and it got to be more when he started to thrust his hips into me as I ground down so that he was deep, deep, deep.
“Nope, not lasting,” he told me. “Not—at—all.” He started moving faster, almost out of control.
“Silas…”
“Like this?” He touched me again and almost immediately, I started to shake even harder. “Damn! Cammie, you feel so good.” Then he made a sound that was close to a roar.
This time, when the orgasm spread over me, I wasn’t even sure where I was. I opened my eyes and saw a set of claws, in ink. That meant I was lying on his chest, flopped there and still trembling, and he was holding me.
He was touching my hair, too, smoothing it with his palm and fingers and murmuring something. “Damn, Camille, that could be a baby,” I heard him say. “That could be our baby.”
He rolled us again, so that I was underneath him, and he looked down at me. The smile on his face grew. “Hello, there,” he said. “Are you conscious yet?”
“I don’t know,” I answered, and he laughed. “That was…”
“You mean that you liked it?”
I nodded, hard, and he laughed again. “Good. Ready to go for round two?”
“Wait, what?”
I found out that he was ready, because only a short time later?
I was screaming out his name again, and again.
And you’d have thought that would have been enough, and that both of us would have been exhausted and fully satiated.
You would have thought so, except that he woke me up sometime in the night with his mouth on my breasts and asking if I minded if he touched me for a while.
I didn’t mind in the least. Then, when I woke up in the morning, I just—
“What are you doing?” Silas murmured. He was half-asleep, and I was grinding my hips back into the morning erection that I felt between us because I wanted him all over again. Desperately. He obliged, happily, and after that I was actually wiped out.
“I could make some breakfast,” he suggested, but he didn’t move and I was glad. My back was to his chest and his arms cocooned me, and I didn’t want him to leave this spot. We could stay here forever, just the two of us.
Just the two of us…oh, no.
“What?” He picked up his head. “Why did you stiffen up?” He brushed my hair from my face so that he could see me better. “Why do you look like that?”
I had been trying for “serene and unconcerned,” but I wasn’t. “We just had sex.”
“Yeah, four times. Give me a minute and then I might be able to pull off five, if you want more.”
“Silas! We had unprotected sex,” I clarified. “Four times! That could lead to pregnancy.”
“That’s the goal. The one class where I paid a little attention was health education,” he said. “It depends where you are in the menstrual cycle. I read more about it so I’d be up on things for Lyra, too. Are you a twenty-eight day kind of girl, and where are you?”
I understood that he was asking where I was in terms of ovulation but I couldn’t come up with an answer. I didn’t have a great idea of where I was at the moment—physically, I was here in this bed but mentally, I was not as clear. “I can’t believe we just did that,” I managed to say.
“Four times.”
“Silas! What if we made a baby?” I demanded.
“I thought that was the point.” His big palm moved from my breast to my stomach. “Can you imagine?” He was smiling again at the thought.
“No, I can’t. I can’t believe I did this! It’s like how I came to this house,” I said. “I thought it was a bad idea, I knew I needed to consider it a lot, and then poof. Poof! I moved in. That wasn’t like me at all! I don’t know why, but I get around you and I forget to be careful.”
“Good. I’m rubbing off, just like how you are on me.
I never actually cared about expiration dates before.
I never thought about having a career or saving, either.
You moving in was a great idea, and so was giving you some of my sperm.
” He bent and nuzzled my neck. “The baby will be like a sibling for Lyra. Didn’t you ever want a little brother or sister? ”
“Yes, but—but—” I stopped, because it was hard to think when he was being so sweet and loving. That was it! That was what I’d been trying to pin down. “I was going to get anonymous sperm so that the biological father wouldn’t have any part in the baby’s life.”
“This will be better. I’ll be the father part.
” He kissed my ear, and then my cheek. “I hope the baby is smart like you. And I hope she’s sweet like you, and that she looks like you.
You’re so beautiful. And I hope she’ll wave her hands around to make a point, like you do, because I love that.
I hope she has your focus and determination, all that drive you use to be the success that you are.
I hope she’s just like you in every way.
” He picked up his head again. “Are you crying because you’re afraid that the baby will be like me? ”
“I would love to have a baby exactly like you,” I said.
“He would be the kind of person that everyone could depend on, because he would always come through. He would make you laugh and not take things so seriously. He would make you look forward to coming home so that you could talk together, because he would really listen to what you said. He would be the best person you’d ever have met, in your whole life. Your best friend.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded, because I was crying a lot.
“I glad you feel that way,” Silas said. “You’re my best friend, too. And I love you.”
I stared at him.
“I know you thought that I was, uh, dating all those women bound for prison because I didn’t want to have a serious thing.
Maybe that was true then, but I started growing up on the day I found out about Lyra.
I know that I have a way to go with that, but I’m working on it.
It hit me like an uppercut when my dad died and I thought of the life he had wasted.
What was he doing? Why didn’t he see that the best part of all of it, all the shit in the world, is being with the people that you love?
” He shrugged. “I’m glad that I figured it out. ”
“Are you saying that you and I would be a serious thing?”
“A very serious thing,” he answered. “I seriously love you, and I seriously want to spend my life with you. All right.” He let go of my body and pulled his arms free, and then he briefly squished me against the mattress as he climbed over me and out of the bed.
He knelt the floor. “I’m naked. Should I put on some pants? ”
I didn’t quite understand. “I don’t mind you naked, not at all,” I answered.
“Good. Then I’ll ask you.” First, I watched him breathe in and out, and then he reached and took my hands. “Camille, do you want to get married? Will you marry me?”
I sat up and stared at him.
“Christ on a cracker, I should have put on pants. And I don’t even have a ring,” he said, and shook his head.
“No, I don’t want a ring. I don’t want you to wear pants, either. But I do want to marry you, because I love you,” I answered. “I love you, Silas, and yes.”
“Yes?” he repeated, and I nodded. Yes. “So now we’re engaged, and then we’ll get married.
We’ll have a baby.” He paused. “Maybe more than one.” He paused again, until I nodded for a second time.
“We can decide together. We can live here, in this house, the three of us, and then the four of us, and maybe even more. But we’ll be together. ”
“Yes,” I said again. “That sounds better than a movie.”
“It will be,” Silas told me. “For one thing, we’re not wrapping it up in ninety minutes. We’re going to have real problems, but that’s ok. We’ll help each other fix them. We’ll keep being best friends, because I think you need me, and I know I need you.”
I nodded. “I do need you.”
“For another thing, in those TV movies, there’s no sex,” he pointed out. “We’re going to do it a lot. In fact…”
He was right about that. I was right, too: this was better than a movie.
This was better than anything.