Chapter 10 – Silas
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SILAS
I glare at the bathroom door waiting for Georgie to emerge. She’s been in there five minutes. Do women take a long time in the bathroom? I mean, I know Hazel and my mother do, but they are kind of difficult.
I walk out to the balcony, trying to calm my need but it doesn’t work. The cool air just agitates me. This woman has me completely out of control, and I don’t like it. It’s the reason I don’t date. Most women are a pain in the ass to deal with. Georgie is different.
When she talked about emerging markets and restructuring the economy, I almost came in my pants. She’s exactly the kind of women I like in looks, and that brain…God, it’s amazing.
My cock throbs, need pounding through me, and that’s the only reason I go to the door and knock on it.
“Georgie, what’s taking so long?”
I’m so tuned into her; I hear the sigh through the door.
“I didn’t realize that we would be in the same room. I know stupid.”
I place my hands on either side of the door and try to talk myself down. Every instinct I have tells me to bust down the door. “Not stupid. I mean, I had hoped to get two-bedroom suite, but they were all taken.”
That’s a lie. I wanted to stay in the same room with her. It makes me an asshole, but I don’t care. I had planned on sleeping on the couch. Maybe.
“It’s not your fault.”
“So, why are we talking through a door?”
Another heavy sigh. “I just packed my nightie and nothing else to sleep in.”
I can feel precum wet the head of my dick. I’ve been getting off to this woman for the last few days, but nothing seems to get rid of the ache I have for her. I know this is supposed to be fake, but I am convinced there is something between us.
“That’s okay. I mean…there’s a robe in there, right?”
There’s a pause. “Yeah, but it’s kind of big on me.”
“Well, I don’t mind what you wear.” I would rather she be naked, but I might freak her out if I admit that.
The door opens, and I lose the ability to breathe.
She’s a vision in pink. The PJs she’s wearing leaves little to the imagination. The top is soft and a little threadbare, and the shorts…God, they are pink with little white hearts on them. They barely cover her. My gaze travels down, and I can’t stop from licking my lips. God, her thighs look soft, and I want to be in between them, feel them as they press against my head as I eat her out.
I want to tear them off her body and feast.
“Silas is there something wrong?”
“No,” I croak out. Her brows furrow, but I barely notice. All I can see is her creamy thighs and how much I want to be between them.
“Are you sure?” Concern threads her voice as she approaches me. My entire body is rigid, my dick practically trying to beat his way out of my trousers.
“Don’t…come any closer.” She stops in her tracks.
“Now I know there is something wrong. Listen, I can sleep on the couch. I won’t bother you at all.”
I laugh, but there is no humor in it. I hurt too badly for that.
“Not bother me? You’ve been bothering me since the moment I stepped into my sister’s office. I can’t stop thinking about you. The way you laugh, the way you smell, the way you make me so fucking hard. I’ve been beating off every chance I get thinking about what it would feel like to slip into your tight, wet heat.”
When I stop talking, her mouth opens, then snaps shut.
“Surprised you?” She nods. “Well, I surprised the hell out of myself. I’ve never needed a woman like I’ve needed you.”
She swallows. I know I’ve scared her, but I can’t hold back anymore. Not when she is standing there looking perfect.
“I do not look perfect.”
Shit. I said it out loud.
“You do.” I step closer knowing that I’ll regret it, but I can’t seem to stay that far away from her. “Like a luscious treat made just for me.”
Her face flushes. “Silas.” Embarrassment fills her voice, but there is something else, something deeper. It stirs something in my soul, pushes my arousal to new heights.
“Georgie, tell me now if you don’t want me.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t.” She takes another step. Her sweet natural scent hits me. She slips her hands up my arms to my shoulders, then rises up on her tip toes. “I have a secret too, Silas.”
“What?”
“I want you too.”
I groan and dip my head, taking her mouth in a hot, wet, deep kiss that I can feel all the way to the soles of my feet. Heat spikes through my blood, sending a rush of need rushing through my entire body. Slipping my hands down to her ass, I pull her tight against me. I can feel the heat of her sweet pussy, and I know that I need her right then. I need the taste of her on my tongue. I turn us so that I can lay her down on the mattress.
I slip my hand beneath her shirt, cupping her breast, dragging my thumb over the nipple. She bucks against me as she moans.
I push her shirt up and off her, throwing it behind me, and I have to sigh at the beauty in front of me. She isn’t big on top, but she has perfect breasts, tipped with cute little pink nipples. I lean down taking one of the nipples into my mouth, sucking on it hard.
“Silas,” she moans, her hands going to my head as she threads her fingers through my hair. She’s moving against my torso, and I don’t think she even realizes it.
I kiss my way down her body, dragging her PJ bottoms off as I do. Soon, I am on my knees between her legs looking at the prettiest cunt. Tight golden curls are damp with her need and her pussy lips are spread for me. God, she is a fucking masterpiece. I press her legs apart and move closer. After taking a deep breath, I lean closer so that I can take a taste.
Her flavor hits me hard, pushing my own arousal to the edge the moment it dances across my taste buds. After slipping my hands beneath her ass, I do just as I fantasized. I feast on her, enjoying the spicy-sweet taste of her need as she writhes on the mattress, muttering nonsensical things. I lick up her slit to her clit, taking the tiny bundle of nerves into my mouth as I slip a finger into her tight passage. Fuck me, she’s small. The idea of all these muscles squeezing my dick causes my hips to buck against the bed.
I add another finger, stretching her, getting her ready for me. I lift my head up off her, licking her essence from my lips.
“Come for me, angel. I want to see you give over.”
She does just as I command, screaming my name as she rides my fingers. Her need pours out of her, leaving my fingers wet and I don’t care. It is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Once she stills, I pull my fingers out of her, lifting them to my mouth. I hum against my digits. Her eyes flutter open and she blushes when she sees what I’m doing. She is the picture of decadence, laying on the bed, her legs spread, her nipples hard, and her skin flushed, and this innocence breaks any kind of control I have left.
I rise up off my knees to my feet. Tearing at my clothes, I have myself naked in record time. She blinks, then her gaze travels down my body and back up to my face.
“Wow.”
That one syllable word, along with need I see burning in the depths of her green eyes, has another pearl of cum releasing.
“Just so you know…” She swallows. “I’ve never been with anyone, Silas. I might not be that good at this.”
I smile. “Don’t worry. I would have no idea.”
Her gaze shoots to me. “What?”
“I’ve never been with a woman, Georgie.”
“Are you serious? How?”
I urge her back on the mattress. “Until I met you, I never really wanted a woman.”
Georgie goes soft beneath me as I press her into the mattress. I take my cock in my hand, positioning it at her entrance. I ease into her, my eyes rolling back as the sheer pleasure of having her wrapped tight around my cock hits me.
“Silas?”
“Yes?”
“You’re going too slow.”
I chuckle as I study her expression. “Is that a fact?”
She leans up to kiss me, hard. “I need you in me now, Silas.”
That was all I needed to hear. I thrust forward, breaking through her Hyman. She stiffens for a moment, then relaxes under me. Her muscles are squeezing me so tight I almost lose it right there, but I grit my teeth and start to move.
“You feel like fucking heaven, angel.”
She’s moving along with me, our rhythm fast and frenzied as we both race to the pinnacle. Every time I pull out of her, those tiny little muscles cling to me, her warm, wet heat welcoming me back with every thrust. I don’t think if I died today, I would care, as long as I got to come inside of Georgie.
Just when I think it isn’t going to happen, when I think there is no way I am going to come, Georgie convulses beneath me, her eyes closing as she moans my name. The long, low murmur of my name on her lips sends a tingle down my spine, as I thrust into her once…twice…I come on the third entrance, pouring myself into her.
I collapse on top of her, her arms immediately slipping around my waist.
It takes me long moments to lift my head and look down at her. I must be crushing her, but she apparently doesn’t care. At least, I assume that from the smile that’s on her lips. She’s kind of a mess, her hair is sticking to the sides of her face, and some of her mascara is smeared beneath her eyes.
She is the most beautiful woman in the world. At least to me.
“I guess I don’t have to sleep on the couch,” she says, humor dancing in her voice before she opens her eyes.
My mouth quirks. “No. I think I can find some space for you in this big king bed.”
“Good. And as long as we can do all that again, I’ll stay.”
I kiss her then, sweetly, my heart seemingly beating in rhythm with hers. Never in my life have I felt this connected to another person. And I come to one realization: I am never letting her go.