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Her head moves in a dutiful nod even though she doesn’t know what she’s agreeing to. She may be willing to show me the entrance but that doesn’t mean she won’t kick me out...the moment she finds out what I’ve done. But I don’t want to think about that now and I groan, “Silver?” When she hums in response, I rasp, “Beard’s feeling a bit dry, sweetheart.”
“Hm?” she whispers in confusion and I grin, before scooching and putting my face between her legs and I let out a chuckle, when she cries, “Oh no, you’re going to make me wet it...?”
“Damn right,” I groan, licking my lips. “Now lay still.”
7.
Silver
“The storm’s still raging,” Silver says and she sounds excited, her nose plastered up against my window. “And look at those waves, don’t you ever get scared living this close to the sea?”
“Shaking in my bootstrap, every day,” I reply, chuckling and I rummage around a drawer, searching for my pipe. Finding it, I add some tobacco before lighting up and I throw Silver a glance. “You mind? Wouldn’t want to bother those little lungs.”
“Go ahead,” she shrugs, looking around my place and while it’s not much, I do have the means to spoil her for the rest of her life. Just don’t like spoiling myself that’s all and I sit down in a chair by the unlit fire. Silver pales when she finds my collection of weapons but doesn’t say anything and then she carefully peeks at me. “Hey Ric...is it really true you listen to my show?”
Nodding my head, I reply, “All the time.” I press the radio and a recording of her voice flares in the room. Her eyes widen before she laughs,
“You’re so old fashioned...I love that.”
My heart sinks at the sound of her laughter and it warms my bones in the same way blocking the wind does. I love having her here, her sparkling face, her robust body and healthy and youthful energy feels like a blast from the sky. Those thundering thighs of hers will be the death of me and that laughter lifts my spirits until I want her to bear the children, I yet don’t have.
“Do you ever miss the city?” she asks and seems surprised when I shrug. “You do? I assumed you found it peaceful here.”
“It is peaceful,” I reply and I’m not sure how she’ll react to this but I add, “I miss my brother’s, miss being with them at the compound, boozing, drinking, cursing...” I drag a hand down my face, stopping my story when I catch Silver looking hesitant.
Tensing, I murmur, “They’re good guys, girl. Loyal as hell and willing to risk their lives for anyone they love.”
Wrapping her arms around her waist, she nods, “If you say so.” She walks over to me. “If you call a rake a spade, then it’s a spade.” Biting her lip, she hooks her finger beneath my sleeve before gently pulling.
I allow it, wondering what she’s up to whenHeidicomes into view and she starts stroking it with her fingertips. The letters are a bit faded, since it’s been years that I had them inked but it may as well have been yesterday. Shuddering from both how good and bad it feels having her touch it, I search for her eyes but she’s not looking at me. “I’ve never really liked that name,” she murmurs, almost absently and I tense a little.
“Ah...I do. I think it’s lovely.” Pulling down my sweater, I avert my gaze and Silver does a deep inhale.
“I wish you’d let me in,” she murmurs, a tinge of frustration in her voice and I blow out smoke. It distracts her and she lets out a snigger when I create a circle and she immediately bursts it. “Sorry, couldn’t help it.”
“You’re already bursting my heart, might as well burst everything else.”
Her lids lower, cheeks tinting and a look of pride flashes in her eyes. “Someone like you doesn’t open up that easily, does he?” When I nod, she lowers her voice, whispering, “I can tell the past has hurt you and I just want to...”
“If you want to help then how about you give an old man a lap dance?” I interrupt, leaning back and she gasps. Her eyes zone in on mine, her lower lip doing a little shudder before she nods.
“If a lap dance is what my man wants then a lap dance is what he shall get,” she says with a determined jerk to her chin. From the way she looks into my eyes, I get the feeling there’s nothing she wouldn’t do for me.
“Atta girl,” I groan in approval, slapping my knee and excitement flares in my veins. There are no neighbors around, nobody’s able to look through the small windows. It’s just me and her and her face shines from delight, eyes glittering and I’m too scared to blink in case I miss anything. Reaching out, I turn on the radio and a slow song but with a good enough beat starts playing. A smile curves her mouth as if she likes it and she starts moving around, rolling her hips until I forget all about the tobacco and I’m forced to put the pipe down.
Her whole body jiggles with the slightest step because that’s just how she’s made and it drives me senseless to watch her curves snake beneath the fabric of her dress. Everything about her is touchable, squeezable and my fists clench. Spreading my knees apart, I invite her to come closer and she does, her legs brushing against mine and she’s panting a little. Sliding her hands up her throat, she runs them through her hair and all that silver falls over both of us.
“Trying to kill me over here?” I groan because her girlish beauty can be too much sometimes and she shakes her head.
“Only following orders, Ric,” she bites her lip, ”but I can go slower.” She starts moving slower, the moves excruciatingly carnal and combined with that sweet face of hers, I almost croak from the perfection.
“You sure know how to give a geezer a good time,” I grit in delirium between my teeth and she gasps,
“Just trying my best over here...” She strokes a hand between her thighs, pressing her mouth against mine and I can’t take it anymore.
“Damn, you make me feel like a drunkard every time your lips touch mine.” I groan, clasping her budding tits in my big palms, watching them spill over my fingers. The way she flushes bewilders me and I lose sense and logic. “Do me,” I growl, yanking her into my lap and she lets out an abandoned moan.
“Yes Ric...anything...,” she fiddles, trying to get our bodies to join and I wrap my hand around her hair, looking her deep in her eyes and it becomes obvious to me. Silver can never find out the truth. If she does she won’t ever love me and when our lips meet, I get the sense that I don’t just crave her love.
