8. Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
Charity
He’s what I’ve always wanted. Is only part of him enough to keep me happy? -Charity
The feel of his hands on my skin drives me wild. Those callused, practiced hands touching my soft skin…I feel like a beautiful sculpture being molded by a skilled artist’s hands. I let out a low moan as his fingertips touch my nipples lightly.
“Sensitive girl,” Silver murmurs and he leans down to take one waiting nipple into his warm mouth.
Waves of heat and want spiral through my body as he tugs at my sensitive nipple. I can feel my pussy getting wetter with each small tug.
“Fuck, Silver, so good, so good.” My knees almost give out and I reach blindly for the bed behind me.
His mouth leaves my nipple, and he stands up abruptly. “Let’s get you into bed where you belong.” He sends me a wink that makes my legs threaten to buckle again. “Lay down sweetheart. I want to see you laid out for me.”
I can feel my cheeks pinken, but I do as he instructs. The groan he emits as he looks over my body makes me feel so damn precious. I watch through hooded eyes as he undresses.
His body is amazing. Muscles ripple across his stomach when he bends to pull his shoes off. I watch avidly as each part appears. He unzips his jeans and slides them off. My mouth waters when his hands still at the waist of his boxers. I can see the girth of his erection from here.
He glances over at me. “I want you so much, baby. I’ll take care of you, I promise.”
Warmth flows through my body. I know he will. I know he’ll treat me like the most precious gift on Earth. Of that I have no doubt. What happens after this is what scares me. There’s not even a small part of me that’s scared of him.
He pushes his boxers down and that part of him that will fit inside of me juts out, pointing straight into the air. He’s so big. So big and so hard.
I sit up. “I want to touch you, to touch…it.” I sound so young and inexperienced.
Part of me wants to shrink back, to hide my head in shame.
I’ve always been so afraid of men, ever since my stepdad started looking at me like an adult when I was just a kid.
I’ve seen the way men look at my breasts and my body.
I know what they want. It’s always scared me…
until Silver. Silver just makes me want.
“You sure, sweetheart?” he asks in a soft voice. “We can go as slow as you need to.”
I made the mistake of telling him one night about my stepfather’s beady eyes and the way he would touch me when no one was looking.
Of how I kept awake at night waiting for him to come through that door and try to force me to do things, of the fear that night I ran away after he did try to do things he shouldn’t.
I told him how I went to my mother, and she didn’t believe me, even after she walked in just in time to stop the worst thing from happening.
She still didn’t believe me. She couldn’t stand the thought of being by herself.
To her, that was more dangerous than the man who hurt her daughter.
I have a stray thought that maybe I’m using Silver that way.
That maybe I just want to be with him so that I can be with someone.
But I shake it off. No, this is my Silver. My Silver, my savior.
“Please,” I ask again. I crawl forward on the bed, watching as his eyes darken when they take in the sight of my breasts swaying with the movement.
I touch the skin of his penis lightly. It’s smooth and soft but lies over hard steel. I hear his sharp intake of breath.
He buries his hand in my blonde curls. “Honey, that feels so damn good. You have no idea.”
I wrap my hand around him. My fingers don’t meet because of his girth, but I run my fist up and down his length.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
A small drop of precum is on the tip of his cock. I lean down to taste it. It tastes good. Masculine and salty, like my man.
Silver grasps my shoulders and I look up at him. “I need to have you now, Char. Please.”
His voice is like gravel and there’s actual strain on his face as if he’s holding back. I don’t want him to hold back anymore.
“Yes, Sil. Yes, now.”
I lay back again and Silver’s body slides on top of mine. I can feel every part of him. I run my hands through his chest hair, marveling at the threads of silver in the dark hair. I love all the parts of him. Every single part.
I can feel his cock at the folds of my pussy. I’m so wet that he slides easily in, just letting the tip stay there for a moment while he looks into my eyes.
“Sweetheart, I care so much for you. I will always be here for you. Are you sure you’re ready for me?”
Even now, waiting at my entrance, even partially inside me, Silver wants my words. I give them freely.
I nod and lift my head to give him a quick kiss on the lips. “I’m ready for you, Silver. You’re the one. The only one.”
For a second, I see a storm in his eyes, and I ache because I know he can’t say those words back. He still doesn’t think he’s good enough for me. Maybe he never will.
I arch my back and take more of him into my body.
“Fuck me, Silver,” I whisper. No matter what, I have this. I have his body if not his heart.
That’s when he pushes into me. Making me his. I feel him cross the barrier of my virginity and know that I’m forever changed. I belong to him fully now.
There’s a little pain, but more than pain, I feel pleasure. So much damn pleasure. I gasp as he pulls out and thrusts back in.
“I’m sorry, little one. I know it may not feel the best this first time. You’re so…damn…tight,” he says through gritted teeth.
I push back the piece of hair that has fallen over his forehead. “You feel good, Sil. You’re inside of me. You’re a part of me.”
He lets out a long groan at my words and his forehead touches mine. “I am, baby, I am.”