55. Silas #2
Her fingers twitched in mine, loosening just a little, and I took it as a sign to pull her closer. I tucked her tighter into me, my chest pressed flush against her back, her body fitting perfectly against mine. I pressed a kiss to the back of her head. Then another. And another.
“You’re really not going anywhere?” she asked quietly.
“Not a chance. I’m right here.”
And I would be.
If I were here, she wouldn’t be lonely. Wouldn’t have to sit there, staring at the door like it might finally open.
Wouldn’t have to question whether or not I cared.
Wouldn’t be left waiting for conversations and dinners I hadn’t even realised we’d stopped having.
Wouldn’t have to fall asleep alone, wondering if I’d forgotten her.
I’d be here.
Where I should’ve been all along .
My hand drifted lower, fingers tracing the gentle curve of her stomach before I let my thumb skim just beneath the hem of her shirt. Then, I slid down further, holding onto her hip and squeezing, guiding her, dragging her ass snug against me.
Her breath hitched. “What are you doing?”
I squeezed again, dragging her back slower so she could feel every tiny movement. “I’m taking care of you,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Is that okay?”
She hummed sweetly. “Yes.”
“Grazie,” I whispered.
I let my hand wander, grazing up her ribs, before cupping her breast, brushing my thumb over her nipple.
Her back arched a little, pressing her ass further into me.
“Brava ragazza,” I muttered, giving her a soft pinch.
She gasped, quiet and breathy, her hips shifting against me in response.
I slid my free arm beneath her neck, wrapping her up tight so she was resting against me, her head tucked perfectly beneath my chin. Safe. Held. Right where I wanted her.
My other hand trailed down her stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her underwear. Lower. Down to the soft patch of hair between her thighs.
I grabbed her top leg and tugged gently, bending her knee and draping it over my leg, leaving her slightly twisted, her back still pressed against my chest, but her body tilted just enough that she was open for me, her legs parted, perfect and exposed.
“Cazzo. There she is,” I groaned, dragging my fingers through her, circling her clit before sliding down, spreading her wetness all the way down to her asshole. “Soaking wet and I haven’t even touched you, huh?”
She jerked slightly, breath catching.
I stroked my way back up. “I’m gonna be so good for you,” I promised as I pushed two fingers into her pussy.
Her breath hitched, a tiny whimper escaping her. She rocked her hips into my hand, chasing the pressure, positioning herself against me so her thighs opened even wider.
“Yeah?” I muttered, pressing my thumb to her clit as I pushed my fingers deeper, curling them just right. “That what you need, sweetheart? My fingers fucking you while I play with this pretty clit?”
Her breath stuttered out of her like I’d knocked the wind from her lungs, her hand snapping down to grab my wrist.
“Too much?” I asked, stilling completely.
She shook her head, breathless. “No—don’t stop. I want it harder. I want more.”
“You sure about that?” I dragged my fingers out of her, almost to the tips, before plunging them back in, hard. “Because you’re already shaking.”
She pushed against my wrist, driving me deeper. “Harder. More.”
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” I slid my arm from beneath her neck, moving around to the front of her throat so I could feel the thrum of her pulse beneath my palm.
“Look at you,” I muttered, dragging my hand from her pussy and travelling lower, spreading her wetness down between her cheeks. “So messy.”
She gasped, hips jerking.
“Do you want that?” My voice dipped lower as I pressed the pad of my finger against her hole, not pushing in, just teasing.
She nodded, lungs hitching.
“Breathe,” I murmured. “Don’t hold it. Let it out.”
She did, and I pressed my lips to her temple. “That’s it. Don’t fight it. Let it happen.”
She was trying, her body tensing and releasing around me, unsure whether to push me out or let me in.
“Shhh,” I soothed, finger stilling. “I know it’s tight, but if you keep clenching, it’s just gonna make it harder.”
I shifted slightly, tucking her closer against me, my arm sliding from her throat to her waist.
“Here,” I murmured. “Push back against me, just a little.”
She hesitated, muscles fluttering around my finger before slowly giving way.
“There you go,” I rasped, easing deeper, my fingers pressing into her soft stomach to keep her steady. “Just like that. It’s good, huh?” I whispered, dragging my lips down the side of her face. “Feels different… better.”
I shifted us both a little, twisting her more so I had better access, and slid my finger deeper into her ass. Her hips twitched, her breath faltering. I trailed my other hand down her stomach, pressing my finger to her clit, circling soft and slow.
“You want more?” I whispered.
“Yes—yes—please—”
I pressed two fingers inside her pussy, curling them just right and moved the finger in her ass in tandem, matching their rhythms perfectly.
I could feel the faintest pressure between them—the thin barrier separating both hands—and something about that, about being so deep inside her, so completely surrounded by her heat, had my cock twitching hard against her ass.
“Silas,” she whimpered. “Silas—”
“Yeah,” I growled, kissing down the side of her face, my fingers plunging deeper, pushing her open. “Say it again, beautiful girl.”
“Silas,” she moaned again, her voice breaking on my name.
“That’s it,” I murmured against her temple.
Her ass pressed harder against my cock, writhing against me. I dragged my teeth along her jaw, biting down just hard enough to make her shiver.
“Sei così be lla,” I muttered, fingers curling, dragging against that perfect spot inside her. “La mia ragazza perfetta… tutta mia.”
She moaned again, louder this time, body shaking against mine as she bucked into my fingers, chasing her pleasure.
“You feel so damn good.” My fingers quickened, my thumb grinding circles against her clit. “I could touch you like this forever.”
Her breath hitched, a shaky gasp spilling from her lips.
“I’m gonna come if you keep riding my fingers like that,” I warned, voice rough and uneven.
“Good,” she whispered. “I want it.”
She moved harder, faster, rocking her hips in desperate little rolls that dragged her ass tighter against my cock. The pressure was unbearable. I was going to fucking explode.
“Jesus,” I groaned, head tipping back against the pillow. “Let me feel you. Come for me. Show me what this pretty ass does when you lose control.”
“Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck—harder.”
I gave her everything. My fingers plunged deeper, curling just right, stroking that sweet spot inside her while my other hand worked her ass in perfect rhythm. The breath shattered out of her, hips rolling between my hands like she couldn’t decide which sensation to chase.
“Lilith,” I groaned, cock throbbing, grinding tight against her ass with every frantic movement. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna come.”
“Do it,” she begged, breathless and breaking. “Come—please, please—”
Her back arched off my chest, mouth falling open in a soundless cry as her body clamped down on me. The grip of her ass and pussy squeezing my finger like a vice, so tight and overwhelming I forgot how to breathe.
I swore through gritted teeth, my fingers still driving inside her. Wetness gushed over my fingers, soaking my hand, her release pouring down her thighs, down my cock, over my balls as she sobbed out her pleasure.
“Good girl—give it to me—all of it—Gesù Cristo—” My hips bucked helplessly, come spilling into my boxers as I gasped against her shoulder.
For a second, the world blurred into heavy breaths and racing hearts, both of us trembling in the aftermath. I pulled my fingers from her and locked my arms around her body, holding her close like she might slip away if I let go.
I kissed her temple, lingering there, breathing her in like I could somehow pull her into my lungs and keep her there. My fingers smoothed over her stomach, slow and steady as the rhythm of her breathing started to calm.
“I’m gonna be here,” I murmured, pressing my lips to her hair. “I promise you.”