Chapter 7 – Silas
I've been containing myself, feeling her, wanting her, trying to stay patient. But now, with Iris beneath me, her hands pulling at my shirt, her mouth hot and desperate on mine, control is impossible.
I break the kiss long enough to pull my shirt over my head, then reach for hers. She lifts her arms, and I tug the soft sweater off, revealing smooth skin and a simple white bra.
"Christ, you're beautiful."
My hands slide up her sides, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts. She arches into the touch, and I lean down to kiss the exposed skin above the bra's edge. Her breath hitches, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
I reach behind her and unclasp the bra with practiced ease, grateful for muscle memory. It falls away, and the sight of her bare breasts makes my mouth water.
I lower my head and take one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before sucking gently. She gasps, her hands flying to my hair, holding me against her.
"Silas—"
I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand teases the first, keeping the nipple tight and responsive. She's writhing beneath me now, her hips rocking up, seeking friction.
I kiss my way down her stomach, taking my time, tasting every inch of skin. My hands trace the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. She's all curves and warm skin, and I want to memorize every inch of her.
When I reach the waistband of her jeans, I look up at her. Her eyes are dark, lips parted, cheeks flushed. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
I unbutton her jeans slowly, dragging down the zipper. She lifts her hips, and I pull the denim down her legs along with her underwear, simple cotton that somehow makes this more intimate, more real. I toss them aside and just look at her for a moment.
Spread out on my bed. Completely bare. Completely trusting.
I settle between her thighs, hooking her legs over my shoulders. The position opens her to me completely, and I can see how wet she already is.
"Perfect," I murmur, then lower my head.
The first taste of her makes us both groan. She's sweet and intoxicating, and I want to drown in her. I start slow, licking through her folds, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her hips buck.
When I find her clit and circle it with my tongue, she cries out, her hands fisting in the sheets.
"Oh God... Silas..."
I slide one finger inside her, and she's so tight I nearly lose it right there. I work her gently, adding a second finger, curling them to find that spot inside her that makes her see stars.
Her thighs are trembling against my shoulders. I can feel her getting close, her inner walls starting to flutter around my fingers. I increase the pressure, the rhythm, alternating between sucking her clit and flicking it with my tongue.
"Silas… I can't… it's too much—"
"You can take it. Give it to me."
I seal my lips around her clit and suck while pressing firmly on that spot inside her.
She comes apart with a cry, her back arching off the bed, her body clenching around my fingers in rhythmic pulses. I work her through it, gentling my touch as the waves subside, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs.
When I finally pull back and look up at her, she's staring at me with wide, dazed eyes.
"That was... I've never…" She can't seem to finish a sentence.
I kiss my way back up her body, taking my time, savoring the way she trembles under my touch. When I reach her mouth, she kisses me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue, and the raw intimacy of it makes my chest tight.
"Your turn," she whispers, reaching for my jeans.
I stand beside the bed and shove my jeans and boxers down in one motion. My cock springs free, hard and aching, and her sharp intake of breath is the sweetest sound I've ever heard.
"Jesus, Silas."
"All for you."
She sits up and reaches for me, wrapping her hand around my length. I hiss at the contact, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. Her hand is soft, her grip tentative at first, then more confident as she strokes me slowly, exploring.
Then she leans forward and takes me into her mouth.
"Fuck—" The word rips from my throat.
The wet heat of her mouth is almost too much. She works me with her tongue, taking me deeper, and I have to fist my hands in her hair to keep from thrusting down her throat.
"Iris… Jesus… that feels so fucking good—"
She hums around me, the vibration making me groan. Her hand wraps around what she can't take in her mouth, stroking in rhythm.
And the sight of her, those blue eyes looking up at me, her lips stretched around my cock, her other hand braced on my thigh, it's the most erotic thing I've ever seen.
I can feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up tight.
"Baby, you need to stop or I'm going to come down your throat."
She pulls back just enough to look up at me, eyes dark and wicked, then takes me deep again, hollowing her cheeks.
"Fuck… Iris—" My grip tightens in her hair. "I need to be inside you. Now."
She releases me slowly, and I'm on her immediately, pressing her back into the mattress, covering her body with mine. I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, tasting myself on her tongue, and she moans into it.
I position myself at her entrance, pausing to meet her eyes. "Tell me you want me."
"I want you… so badly, Silas."
I ease inside, giving her time to adjust, and we both groan. She's so tight, so perfect, and from this angle I can watch every expression that crosses her face as I fill her. I set a steady rhythm, feeling her respond, shifting slightly to hit the spot that makes her gasp.
"There. Oh God, right there—"
I keep hitting that spot, increasing my pace gradually, and she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.
"You feel so good," I breathe against her lips. "So perfect. Like you were made for me."
Her nails dig into my back, and I welcome the bite of pain. It grounds me, keeps me from losing myself completely.
"Silas, I'm close—"
"Then come for me. Let me feel you."
I slide my hand between us, finding her clit, and she shatters with a cry. Her body clenches around me, pulling me deeper, and the sensation is so intense I can barely hold on.
I thrust through her orgasm, prolonging it, until she's trembling and boneless beneath me. Only then do I let myself go, burying myself deep as my release crashes over me. I come hard, her name on my lips, and it feels like every piece of me that's been broken is suddenly whole again.
We stay like that for a long moment, both trembling, both struggling to breathe. I'm afraid to move, afraid to break whatever spell has been cast over this room.
Finally, I pull out carefully and then gather her against my chest. She comes willingly, her head finding the hollow of my shoulder like she was made to fit there.
My hands stroke up and down her back, soothing, possessive. I press a kiss to the top of her head and just hold her, feeling her heartbeat gradually slow to match mine.
Outside, snow begins to fall again, soft and silent against the windows. Inside, wrapped around each other in the tangled sheets, we drift in that hazy space between waking and sleeping, neither of us wanting to let go.
I tighten my arms around her, and for the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel at peace.