9. Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Silver
She deserves better than me, but damn if I can let her go. -Silver
Her words almost break me. She is a part of me. She has been since that first moment I saw her, since the first moment I held her in my arms.
She was so broken and so was I. Now, somehow bound together like this, it feels like we’re both whole.
Her pussy is so tight around me, drawing me in and making me feel like a king. That’s what I feel like. Her king…her man.
“Move faster, Sil. Faster.” She urges me on with closed eyes and I follow her instructions.
I remember those first days when she got here, when she couldn’t tolerate anyone touching her. I remember feeling like torching the world when I would see her wince and back away from my slightest touch. Now, here she is underneath me. Here she is, letting me inside.
I speed up my actions, taking her completely. I can feel my breaking point coming closer, that telltale skitter of electricity up my spine, and I know. I have to make this good for her too.
I find the tight bundle of nerves between her legs and circle them with my finger. Her back arches off the bed and I know she’s close. Her head thrashes back and forth. I pull out and then thrust in again hard, using my fingers to bring her pleasure at the same time.
Her loud moan undoes me. I can feel the rush of moisture and know she’s coming hard for me. My girl is fully mine now. She knows the pleasure I can make her feel.
That last thought is what finally sends me over the edge.
I release inside of her, letting every bit of myself empty into her.
I know she’s on birth control after a very uncomfortable talk we once had about her periods.
I come down from the high of my orgasm slowly, still in a fog.
I almost wish she could get pregnant. I want her to have my child, even as shame rolls over me for having those thoughts.
She’s too young, too innocent. She deserves more.
I eventually become aware that she’s holding my weight. I roll over, muttering an apology as I try to push thoughts of forever to the side. I can’t give her forever. I need to remember that. I always need to remember that.
I do hold her afterwards though, our sweaty bodies still clinging to each other until I get up to clean her with a washcloth. Her green eyes watch me with open adoration as I wash her.
She drifts easily off to sleep while I lay there, looking at the slow spinning of the ceiling fan. I make a promise to myself and to her, right there, laying in her bed after we’ve made love for the first time.
I promise to take care of you. I promise to always be there for you, even if I can’t love you in the way you deserve.