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When her hips come up to meet mine, it’s like tasting the perfect bite and then some. It’s sweet cream and decadent chocolate. It’s earthy flavors and the perfect pairing. Everything I’ve ever known and accomplished in my life pales in comparison to being inside my woman and knowing how right it is.
The sound of our skin slapping together surrounds us as we pick up the pace, meeting and retreating only to do it all over again, building together.
“Feels so good,” I grit out through my teeth, trying to stave off coming too soon.
I need to feel her clench around me first. I can’t let go until then. I can’t. I fucking won’t.
Paisley’s mouth parts on a silent gasp and I brush my lips against hers to taste her pleasure before I shift my weight to one arm, my other hand moving along her torso until my fingers meet her clit. When her eyes widen in surprise and I feel the first ripple of her pussy around my cock, telling me how close she is, I move harder and faster. I want to push her there. I need to.
“Have mercy on me, Sugar, and come all over my cock. I won’t come until you do and I’m on the edge,” I groan out the words, the demand. Because it is one. I need it, but so does she and she’s going to give it to me.
My lips wrap around one of her nipples, sucking it as I swirl my tongue around it. I nip at her flesh at the same time that I press down on her clit with my thumb and she gives me exactly what I ask of her. Everything happens in synchronicity, the perfect crescendo to the dance, as I feel her walls clamp down on me.
My woman’s back arches, and her eyes slide closed as she shouts out, “Silas.”
“Fuck, Paisley,” the words are a growled roar as I barely hold onto enough of my wits to pull out and stroke my cock, the first jet of cum covering her stomach.
When her delicate fingers wrap around my length and pump me, I go back to her clit, prolonging her orgasm. Her head comes back up and wild brown eyes meet mine. We experience every spasm together, every jet of my seed coating her as she pumps me once, twice, and again. In her eyes I see a flicker of disappointment, but I made a fucking promise to my woman and as much as I almost couldn’t, I pulled out. For her.
Because I will never make a promise, a vow, I can’t keep. Not to her. Never to her.
I kiss her hard and deep, showing her my own disappointment, tempered by abundant hope at the future we will have. We simply have to get there first.
I whisper against her lips, “It’s okay, Sugar. We’ll get there. Life is about the journey.” I peck her lips, wanting another taste of her. “And this one comes with dessert.”
The way her giggle fills up the room, as we float along the endorphins of our pleasure, tells me I made the right choice.
“You know, I’ve never dated a chef before. It’s kind of nice,” there’s a tease in her voice. I love it.
“Oh Sugar, I don’t think you understand.” Her eyebrows furrow together, that cute little line forming. I kiss it again. Just like I always will. “We’re not dating. There’s nothing about this that is casual. You’re mine,” I tell her fiercely. My voice softens as I confess, “I’m yours.”
The wonder in her voice with hints of love around the edges makes my heart pound in my chest, “You’re mine?”
I lean back in, knowing we won’t be leaving this bed for a while. “I’m yours, Paisley. I was since the moment I saw you at Aces and thought I’d have to break a few noses because you, falsely, thought you were single.”
Her nose scrunches up as she bristles, “Iwassingle.”
I shake my head slowly and lean down over her, my lips skimming her collarbone making her breath hitch. “No, you stopped being single the moment I saw you.”
“That’s ridiculous.” When I don’t break, when I simply stare into her eyes, she sighs and shakes her head. “I think this is one of those things we’ll have to agree to disagree on.”
I chuckle darkly and watch as goosebumps cover her skin. “Whatever you say, Sugar.”
She doesn’t have to believe it now, but I know I’m right. She became mine in an instant and I’ll spend the rest of my life showing her just how much.
EPILOGUE
FOUR MONTHS LATER
PAISLEY
On our first date, when Silas first cooked for me, four months ago, I really wasn’t completely sold on his whole ‘I stopped being single the moment he saw me’ thing. I mean, come on, it’s kind of an out there notion. Other than Willow I had no idea love at first sight was real.
A study of one wasn’t really enough to sell me on insta anything other than desire.
My body screamed for Silas the moment I met his steel grey eyes; I’ll never say differently. I thought it was passion, chemistry, pheromones, hell even my biological clock, which was screaming for him. I figured it was my body and nothing more.
Even as I felt myself falling in love with the man, I couldn’t fully believe.
