“Of course I am,” I said. “I’m begging you to fuck me over here.”
“Well, I’ll have mercy on you then. You won’t have to beg anymore.” He pressed his erect cock against my entrance, and then stopped. “Shit. Hang on. Condom.”
I turned to look at him over my shoulder. “I don’t have any. You have some, right?”
“I don’t - I mean...” He stopped, shaking his head. “Jesus Christ, Tempest, I’m not exactly having a lot of sex, all right?”
He sounded exasperated, and I couldn’t help but hide a smile. It’s not like I had sex lately. Lately meaning the last seven years since I’d last seen Silas.
I was aware that was fucking ridiculous. Ludicrous. I was a grown woman.
But it was complicated. I didn't intend to not have sex with anyone else. I just never found anyone else. I was Silas’ first, and he had ended up being my only.
It was like coming full circle.
But I didn’t tell him there’d been no one else.
“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean,” I said. “Are you?”
“I’m clean, Tempest,” he said. “And it’s been a while since I’ve had sex.”
Not as long as it had been for me.
“Well,” I said, returning my hands to where he’d put them on the window. “What are we waiting for, then?”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I arched my ass out toward him. “Stop asking questions and put your cock in me, before I shut your mouth up another way.”
“Are you threatening to shut me up by sitting on my face?" he whispered, his mouth close to my ear. I felt him tease my entrance with his cock. "I think I might like that way of shutting me up."
“Another time,” I said. “Right now, I want you inside me.”
He stopped at my entrance, taunting me with his hardness. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me how you want me, Tempest.”
My body responded with a gush of wetness at the thought. “I want to feel you,” I said.
“Like this?” he asked, sliding himself inside me inch by inch, at an excruciatingly slow pace. “You want to feel my hard cock inside you?”
I moaned at the welcome intrusion and then again when he started moving, slowly at first, then gaining momentum. He kneaded my breasts, his thumbs circling around my nipples, the sensitivity heightening my arousal. I moaned his name over and over as he built up a rhythm, plunging his bare cock inside me as deep as it could go.
We'd never done this, completely unprotected, skin against skin, even as teenagers. So I guess this was another first time with him.
“Oh God, Silas,” I called out, my body responding to his touch. I felt like he was taking me higher and higher.
He grasped a handful of hair, pulling my head back and holding me tight against him as he thrust inside me and kissed my ear. When he spoke, the warmth of his breath on my ear had me so far gone I couldn’t think about anything except being melded to him.
His touch.
His lips.
His cock.
Everything was a blur of sensation.
“You are so tight, Tempest,” he said, thrusting into me harder. Letting go of my hair, he gripped the sides of my waist, my ass pressed so tightly against him that I couldn't think about being apart from him.
"Silas," I cried out. Every cell in my body was on fire with his touch. My palms against the cool window, I closed my eyes, shutting out everything else except him and me.
Silas' touch, his breath, the heat of his body... those were the only things that mattered.
I rode the wave of pleasure higher and higher, until it flowed through my body to the tips of my fingers and toes.
Close to my ear, Silas' voice cut through everything. "Come with me, bright eyes," he said, his voice gravelly. "I want to feel you come on me."
I was already so close, but his words pushed me over the edge, and from somewhere outside myself, I heard my voice crying out his name over and over as I came, the explosion of pleasure so intense I thought I would lose my breath. Silas thrust inside me once, twice, three times, each time deeper than the last, and then crashed against me, flooding me with his seed.
Afterward, he clung to my breasts, his face nuzzled against the side of my neck, murmuring my name. We stood there like that for what seemed like forever, my heart thumping wildly. Silas' chest was pressed up against my back, rising and falling quickly as he regained his breath. After a while, he smoothed away strands of hair on the back of my neck and kissed me, the gesture sending a ripple of pleasure through my body that was almost too much to bear.
"Tempest," he said, his voice soft.
"Yeah." There was nothing else to say.