Chapter 39 Solana
SOLANA
We stumble through the front door of Silver’s house, both of us a little tipsy and giddy from the evening.
The dinner at Cash and Kori’s was perfect, full of celebration and togetherness. The wine is still buzzing pleasantly through my veins, making the air feel warmer than it probably really is.
But it’s not the alcohol that has my heart racing right now.
It’s him.
The moment the door clicks shut behind us, I turn and launch myself into Silver’s arms. He catches me easily, his large hands gripping my thighs as I wrap my legs around his waist. Our mouths crash together—hot, hungry, desperate—as if we’ve been starving for each other all night.
We basically have been.
Silver groans against my lips as he walks us through the ground floor, navigating by memory alone since neither of us is willing to break the kiss. The wall briefly brushes against my back, then the railing of the stairs, then nothing but his solid grip as he carries me up to his bedroom.
We collapse tangled together onto the bed.
His hands explore everywhere, sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips, tugging at the hem of my dress. I’m just as frantic, yanking at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
The passion flowing between us is intense and electric, like a lightning bolt about to strike. We’ve been holding it in all night, stealing glances and brushing fingers under the table.
Now that we’re finally alone, it’s spilling over.
Silver’s so impatient he doesn’t even wait for me to be fully undressed.
My dress is bunched around my waist, my bra unclasped but still tangled around my arms, when he ducks his head and takes my breast into his mouth. I gasp, arching off the bed as his tongue swirls around my nipple, hot and wet and teasing.
At the same time, his hand slides between my thighs, fingers finding my sensitive clit through the thin fabric of my panties.
“Oh yes!” I moan. “Silver, that feels soo good!”
He lifts his head long enough to peer at me, his blue eyes dark with want. “Been waiting to get you alone all night,” he rasps, his thumb circling lazily, making me squirm. “You were all I could think about during dinner. Sitting there looking so fucking beautiful—can’t believe you’re really mine.”
He leans down, brushing his lips against my ear, his voice dropping another level, sounding raspier and rawer than I’ve ever heard it.
“I love you, baby. And I’m never letting you go.”
My heart cracks open, bursting with instant glee at his declaration. Mostly because I’ve been feeling the same exact way.
I frame his bearded face in my hands and drag his mouth down to mine, kissing him with all the love and passion I feel for him.
“I love you too,” I whisper against his lips.
The urgency between us grows as we become even more impatient. The rest of our clothes come off in a frenzy. His shirt quickly cast aside. My dress finally discarded in a ball of fabric. His jeans kicked off the edge of the bed. My panties slung down my legs and forgotten.
We’re skin to skin, burning up as we kiss and Silver settles over me.
His shoulders are so broad and his weight is so heavy, it’s all immediately satisfying. His body anchoring mine down to the bed as I spread for him and he fits himself between my thighs.
I run my hands up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle, the coarse hair against my palms, the steady pounding of his heart.
He’s so solid and strong.
So mine.
When he finally sinks into me, we both groan at the instant wave of pleasure taking over.
He fills me completely, stretching my pussy walls and making my body arch into his.
For a moment, he holds himself still, buried deep inside me, his forehead pressed to mine.
“You feel so good, baby,” he breathes, dropping a kiss on my lips. “So fucking good.”
Then it really begins. His hips start to move.
His thrusts are slow at first, deep and long, letting me feel every inch of him. I band my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him on. My nails drag down his back as the pleasure builds, coiling tight in my belly.
It’s insane to think how good it feels. How he can make me feel as if I’m about to bust at the seams from all the pleasure I feel.
“Oooh, more!” I beg. “Give me more of your dick, Silver. I want it all. Please!”
His pace quickens, hips snapping against mine, driving into me with a force that makes the headboard bang against the wall. I cry out, clinging to him, lost in the intense sensations. His hand slides between us, finding my sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbing tight circles while he fucks me.
The first orgasm arrives in a sweeping wave, sudden and overwhelming, crashing over me ’til I’m gasping and shaking.
But Silver doesn’t let up. He keeps thrusting and rubbing away, pushing me higher even as I’m still coming down.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls in my ear. “Squeeze that tight little pussy on this big cock like my good girl. Take it like you were made to.”
Before I can catch my breath, he pulls out long enough to flip me over onto my stomach. I barely have time to register the change in position before he’s gripping my hips and sliding back inside, taking me from behind with a hoarse groan.
This angle is deeper. More intense. I bury my face in the pillow, fisting the sheets as he pounds into me, his fingers still working my clit. The pleasure is so intense and abrasive it’s almost too much, radiating from my pussy and pulsing through the rest of my body.
“Silver,” I cry, curling my toes and biting the pillow. “I c-can’t… I’m… I’m going to—”
“Come, baby!” he commands. “Let me feel that pussy clench.”
The second orgasm tears through me even harder than the first. I scream into the pillow, my whole body convulsing, more waves of pleasure rolling through me ’til I can barely breathe.
Silver follows only a couple thrusts later, burying himself deep with a guttural groan, hips jerking as he spills inside me.
We collapse together, heaving for air.
It takes a couple of minutes for my heartbeat to slow down. For the world to stop spinning.
Silver rolls onto his back, pulling me with him so I’m draped across his chest. His heart is pounding just as erratically as mine, beating fast under my cheek before it gradually returns to normal.
My body is still buzzing, little aftershocks of pleasure zapping me every few seconds.
I press a lazy kiss to his chest and murmur, “Thank you. For always knowing how to pleasure a girl.”
He chuckles, the sound rumbling beneath my ear. “That’s the goal, baby.”
“Being with you is so easy,” I confess serenely. “It’s nothing like any other guy I’ve dated. You make me feel so safe and loved... I can truly let go and enjoy myself.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Making you feel safe and loved.”
We lay in comfortable silence for a while, tangled up in each other, sweat cooling on our skin. My body is satisfied, but my mind is still racing. It’s settled on the future after the event that took place tonight.
“What do you want?” I ask suddenly. “For the future.”
Silver shifts under me, angling his head for a glance down at me. “What do you mean?”
I prop my chin on his chest so I can see his face better. “I’m only twenty-one. If I’m honest, there’s so much more to come, you know? So much life ahead. Do you still feel that way? At your age?”
He chuckles, not offended by the question. “Yeah, I do. Even at forty-five, there’s still a lot of life left to live. A lot more things I want to do and want out of life.”
I chew on my lip, gathering more courage. Then I ask bluntly, “If I got pregnant tomorrow, Silver, what would we do?”
“Hang on, baby,” he says with a raised brow. “You trying to tell me something?”
I laugh, swatting his chest. “No! I’m not pregnant. IUD, remember?”
“Just checking.”
“I mean more hypothetically,” I explain, holding his gaze. “Do you want any more kids? Or to get married again? Be honest.”
Silver is quiet for a couple seconds, thinking it over. His thumb traces absent patterns on my shoulder while he does.
“I would,” he admits finally. “But only with the right woman, at the right time. For us both.” He tilts my chin up, his blue eyes sincere.
“I know you’re young, Solana. I’m not trying to rush you into anything.
I’ll wait ten years for you if I have to.
If that’s when you’re ready to settle down and get married or have kids. ”
“I’ve already been imagining it,” I say, a small smile making its way onto my face. “The two of us together like that. Maybe when I graduate from Wheaton U. Then we can start that chapter together.”
He kisses my brow again. “That’s reasonable.”
I snuggle closer, deciding to probe further. “What would Tabby and Jack think? Would they be okay with it?”
“Jack would love a brother. He’s always begged for one. And Tabby? She’d probably only be sad she’s already so much older, so she can’t grow up with them. But they both adore you. They’d support it.”
“And Rachel?”
His jaw tightens briefly. “She’s my ex-wife. She has no say in what I do with my life, just like I’ve never had input about her and Fred. But being honest, she’d probably be pissed. Tabby tells me she hasn’t come around.”
“I wish we could all get along. But I understand it’s complex. Kind of like how I’m trying to repair things with Moses. It’s just one of those things we’ll have to work toward.”
Silver cups my cheek, turning my face up to his. “I’m so proud of you, you know that? How strong and brave and amazing you are.”
The words wrap around me like a warm blanket. I lean up and kiss him in answer. My version of a thank you for the way he’s always praising me and making me feel so good about myself.
When we finally break apart, he reaches for the remote and turns on the TV. Some thriller neither of us has seen before plays. I settle against his side, his arm wrapped securely around me, and let the sounds wash over me without really listening.
I’m too happy to focus on anything but this moment.
Silver’s heartbeat thudding against my ear. His warmth surrounding me. The future stretching out ahead of us, so full of possibility.
I sigh contentedly, snuggling closer.
Things are finally looking up.