by Ivy Jordan
“All I’ve been able to think about is holding you,” he whispered.
After hearing his voice each night, there were plenty of things I’d been thinking about him doing to me, and plenty more I’d thought about doing to him.
He spun me around in his arms. He lowered his head to let his lips meet mine. They were soft and gentle, but his hands squeezing at my waist were aggressive, and hungry. I loved the teasing, but it had been too long since I’d been with a man. My body was craving more than just teasing; it wanted more. It wanted it all.
I melted into his arms, letting his hands caress my back while my tongue pushed into his mouth. His taste was sweet, like the wine we’d just drunk. I could feel my fourth glass settling in, leaving me tipsy in his arms, and lightheaded from the excitement of the night’s turn of events.
I stumbled, falling back toward the couch. Silas caught me, and smiled as he lowered me to my back. He sat on the edge of the couch near my feet, gently rubbing my legs as I calmed down. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yes. I just got a little lightheaded,” I admitted.
“From me or the alcohol?” he asked.
I smiled, opened my legs, and let his hand slide up my thigh. Each stroke he grew closer to my center. My body was arching, my lips parting, and when he finally slid under my skirt, letting his fingers graze my panties, I moaned with pleasure.
“You are absolutely gorgeous,” he whispered, his fingers slowly making their way into my panties.
My eyes were locked onto his as he pushed a single digit into my tight pussy. I was already wet, not sloppy, but obviously excited. The sensation of having him inside of me sent my body into wild quivering mess. He pushed slowly, in and out, watching me as I squirmed beneath him.
He pulled his finger from the warmth I’d offered so freely, leaving me feeling empty, and my clit aching. His finger lifted to his lips, slowly sliding in between them as he sucked my juices from his own flesh. I pulsated with arousal at the sight of him tasting me.
“You’re sweet,” he said softly.
His hands pushed up my legs, sliding my skirt above my hips. My panties were damp against my skin, clinging to me as he ran a finger across the silk. “Can I take these off?” he asked.
“Yes,” I gasped.
One swift motion, my ass lifted from the couch and my panties were on the floor. His eyes remained on mine, even though my legs were spread open, and my most precious flower unfolded for his pleasure. I wanted him to look at me, to see me, to want me. The longer he looked into my eyes, the more I ached for him to look at my body, exposed, vulnerable, ready.
He slid his hands up my shirt, pushing it over my head. I helped him remove it, and then unlatched my bra, sliding my arms out of the straps without his prompting. His eyes lowered to my breasts, and then slowly to between my legs.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he took me in. “Gorgeous,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to my breast.
His mouth was warm and soothing as it covered my full breast. Tiny flicks of his tongue teased my nipple, and then he quickly sucked it into his mouth and tugged gently with his teeth. I let out a moan, my body pushed toward his mouth as he released, begging for more.
“I want to taste every inch of you,” he said softly, lowering his mouth to my other breast.
He offered the same treatment, teasing me to the point my hand slid down my belly and in between my legs.
My pussy was wet, sticky, and so very warm as my fingers slid between my plump lips. Silas lifted up, leaned back, and watched as I worked my fingers back and forth against my clit.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he gasped, scooting down on the couch to allow his mouth to kiss my thigh.
His tongue lapped at my fingers as they sunk deep into my pussy. He gripped my clit between his lips, sucking it into his mouth. He gently tugged it away from my body as my hips rocked toward his mouth.
My entire being shook with pleasure as he worked my clit between his lips, slowly massaging it, gently tugging, and then sucking hard to make me squeal. It felt as though I was going to pass out, everything went black for a second, and my body filled with electricity.
I tightened my legs against my hand, slowly sliding my fingers from their warm hole. Silas wasn’t letting up from his playful teasing of my clit, causing my body to quiver with arousal. His eyes lifted to mine, staring deep into my soul as he sucked my pink flesh into his mouth. I reached down, gripped his shaven head, and let out a moan that had to be heard at least two miles away.
His mouth slowly released its tight grip on my clit, and then his tongue offered a few laps to the juices that flowed between my legs. Each lap made me jump, my leg quivering like a dog getting petted in that sweet spot they loved.
I calmed myself, taking deep breaths, and pushing Silas’s mouth away from my overly sensitive skin. “Let’s go to bed,” I gasped.
His eyes were filled with a strange mixture of fear and excitement.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “I don’t want to rush you. I’ll be here awhile,” he insisted.
“I’m sure,” I said, not wanting to overthink things.
“Technically, this is our third date,” I laughed.
The fear left Silas’s eyes, leaving only the hunger. He stood, scooped me up into his strong arms, and carried me in the direction I pointed.
His mouth pushed onto mine, his tongue sending shivers of excitement through my body as it entangled mine. I could taste my juices on him, sweet and similar to the wine.
He tossed me on the bed, causing me to bounce and laugh. He stripped out of his tight t-shirt, and stood at the edge of the bed, just staring at my body.
My eyes watched his hands move to his belt. He unfastened it, and then unzipped, releasing a large bulge of flesh beneath his blue boxer briefs.
My body ached to see the cock it would soon experience. He’d already made me come, and still, I hadn’t even seen him.
“You’re certain you want this?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” I gasped.
I’d never wanted anything so badly in my entire life.
He pushed the denim past his hips, and then onto the floor. He shuffled his feet to remove his shoes, and then tossed the jeans aside.
My eyes were glued to the bulge in his briefs, waiting hungrily for it to be released.
I crawled on all fours toward him, unable to contain my excitement any longer. My hands gripped the material that hid what I desired, and pulled it down, and away from his flesh.
A pile of flesh fell free from the release. His cock was hard, long, and thicker than any I’d ever seen. My mouth watered as I reached for it, holding the warm flesh in my hand. I stroked him slowly, looking up to watch his reaction. My mouth lowered to the head, sucking on it softly while my hand squeezed and stroked the shaft.
My free hand reached to his ass cheeks. They felt like two large boulders beneath my hand. I pulled him toward me, pushing my mouth onto his cock, taking it in deep into my throat.
He growled, and then gasped for air as I sucked hard, rolling my tongue along the large vein in his cock.
His hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me from his manhood, and gently pushing me onto my back on the bed.
My legs opened as his hand slid up my thigh. His fingers teased my aching flesh, spreading my plump pussy lips apart, and slowly entering my warm hole.
I arched my back, reached for him, and pulled his mouth toward mine. “I want you,” I gasped.
He reached down onto the floor, leaving me empty and eager. He fumbled with a package, something I couldn’t see until the condom was being pushed onto his hard dick.
I pulled him onto me, his arms pinning me to the mattress on either side of my head. His eyes pierced through me, penetrating my soul as his cock rested at my entrance.
“I don’t want you to think this is what I came for,” he whispered.
I shook my head. “I don’t,” I replied softly. “I don’t want to waste one minute with
you,” I gasped as he slowly pushed himself into my body.
My hips spread, my legs opened wide, and my pussy gripped at his flesh, pulling him in further with each thrust. My breathing was wild, my heart racing, and my body quivering from the sheer size of what just penetrated me. I was so full, so satisfied.
That soft, deep growl that rolled from Silas’s lips sent vibrations through my body. The soft, deep thrusts sent his cock against my G-spot, causing me to lose control. No man had ever touched that spot. It was once only reachable with the special vibrator I bought at a sorority party in college. My nails dug into his back, my hips rocked without rhythm against him, and my jaw began to quiver as my orgasm released and rolling, thunderous moans filled the room.
Silas gripped me tightly, pulling me into his chest and pushing his lips onto mine as his cock started to throb and swell inside of me. My body relaxed, instantly melting into the mattress once he let out one last growl, and then fell to my side. He slid the condom from his penis, dropped it into the trash bin by the bed, and scooped me into his arms.
“I wish I didn’t have to ever leave,” he whispered.
“Me too,” I agreed.
I knew my eyes were about to well up with tears, and I didn’t want to ruin the mood. I pushed my face into his hard chest and snuggled my body into his. I couldn’t stand the thought of him leaving, but I knew he would, in ninety days, give or take.
Chapter Seven
It had been an entire week since Silas had arrived, and I was still floating on cloud nine. He worked around the farm while I was at work, helping my mom with chores, and finishing up projects I hadn’t had time to do myself.
“So, things with Silas are pretty good?” Kayla asked as she locked up the shop.
“They couldn’t be better,” I replied.
Every time I thought about how great things were going, I got a lump in my throat that I couldn’t swallow.
“Mom said he’s been really helpful,” she smiled.
I nodded.
I knew my mom missed having a man around the farm. Since Dad had passed, we’d had help, but never anyone long-term. She’d thought she could handle it all on her own, but as she grew older, the work grew harder.
“He finished my office,” I boasted. “Grandma’s old sign is on the wall overlooking my desk. It’s perfect. He’s perfect.”
“You say that like that’s a bad thing,” she laughed.
“It is,” I groaned.
I knew everything being so perfect, him being so perfect, was just going to make it harder when he left. It was going to be even harder if he didn’t come back.
Kayla patted me on the back and offered up a warm smile. I knew she understood. We’d talked about my fears of getting too close to Silas. She couldn’t do anything, except comfort me. She knew my fears were legitimate.
Silas was in the greenhouse when I arrived home. “Hey, you,” I said, sneaking up behind him.
He turned, gripped me around the waist, and pulled me into his chest. “Damn, I’ve missed you,” he growled.
I giggled as he kissed my neck. His grip tightened around my waist and my feet left the ground as he lifted me onto the potting table.
“What have you been doing in here?” I asked, wrapping my arms loosely around his broad shoulders.
“Working on a scent for your men’s line,” he answered.
“Really?” I asked, shocked that he was taking such an interest in my work.
“Yeah,” he said proudly.
“What did you come up with?” I asked.
“Well. I like the lavender and mint. The citrus and melon isn’t bad either,” he said.
I stared into his eyes, watching them dance as he spoke.
My heart swelled in my chest. I knew I was falling for this man.
“Are you listening to me?” he laughed.
I wasn’t. He had been talking about the combinations he’d tried, and all I could do was stare into those beautifully mysterious eyes.
I leaned in, kissing him gently on the lips, letting my body fall into his and my mind fall blank of any doubt, worry, or fear.
His hands grew aggressive, sliding down the back of my shorts. “You’re gonna make my plants blush,” I teased.
He growled playfully, biting at my neck as he pulled me in closer. “I’m hungry.”
I giggled. “Well, let’s go make dinner,” I said, sliding from the table and into his arms.
Silas kept good on his promise to cook for me, preparing steaks, lasagna, and even a chicken parmesan that was so good I woke up in the middle of the night to eat the leftovers.
Tonight, he had shrimp on the counter and a package of fresh pasta. It was the dinner I’d made on our first video date. “You don’t have to cook. I just want you to show me how to make it,” he said sweetly.
Cooking with Silas was much more fun than cooking alone. “I could get used to this,” I said as we finished our meal, and cleared the table.
“That’s what I’m hoping for,” he grinned, leaning in to kiss my cheek.
“That’s just cruel. You’ll make me miserable when you leave,” I teased.
“I’ll be back,” he whispered in my ear.
“I hope so,” I admitted, kissing his neck softly.
“I need a shower,” he groaned, pulling at my waist.
“It’s all yours,” I replied.
“Come with me,” he insisted, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.
I giggled from the tickle, squirmed in his arms, and pulled away.
“I have to get some stuff packaged,” I apologized, shoving my bottom lip out to pout.
“Baby,” he groaned, grinding his body into mine.
I could feel the hardness in his jeans pressing into me. My body fell limp in his arms at the thought of him making love to me. “I can’t,” I argued, pulling back from the trance he was putting me into. “Even with your help tonight, I still won’t get it all done,” I explained.
“I understand,” he whispered, and left me with a gentle kiss on the lips.
I loaded the last plate into the dishwasher and grabbed my phone from the counter. Silas left his phone on the table, and as I moved toward it, it lit up.
My heart raced as I reached for it, opening the screen to see a beautiful blonde’s picture next to a text that simply read, “Hey, Lover.”
Her name was Brenda. The beautiful blonde woman that Silas was obviously seeing was named Brenda.
It felt like a vise had been placed on my heart, squeezing it so tightly that it was ready to burst. Who was she? Lover? They obviously were sleeping together. How could I’ve been so stupid?
I sat down on the couch, holding Silas’s phone in my hands. A part of me wanted to go through it, reading texts, checking e-mails, and looking at his saved pictures. But the other part, the rational part, said to stop.
I placed the phone on the coffee table and waited for the shower to stop. When the water shut off, my heart ached. How was I going to approach this?
Silas came out into the living room, a towel loosely wrapped around his chiseled waist. He leaned over, smelling of the mint shampoo I’d made, and kissed me on the neck.
“You okay, babe?” he asked after I didn’t react to his kiss.
“You missed a text,” I told him.
He walked around to the front of the couch and picked up his phone. His ass looked like two boulders shoved into that towel. Damn, he was hot. Stop it, Lucy. He’s a liar, a cheat. He’s not hot.
His face grew concerned when he read the text that came through while he was in the shower. “Who’s Brenda?” I asked calmly.
I was fighting back tears as I waited for his response.
“I dated her,” he said, taking the seat next to me.
“I didn’t mean to look at your phone. I didn’t snoop, even though that text made me want to. It just lit up,” I explained.
“It’s okay. I have nothing to hide from you, Lucy,” he said.
“She called y
ou ‘lover.’ Are you still dating her?” I asked.
“No. I haven’t talked to her in a couple weeks,” he said.
The tears I fought to keep back fell from my eyes and down my cheeks. “A couple weeks ago?” I asked, realizing that was when we were supposedly dating.
“Yes,” he said softly.
“So, you were dating her when you met me?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said. “I swear I ended it when I found out how much I liked you, which was almost instantly.”
“If you ended it, why is she texting you, and calling you lover?” I demanded.
Silas wiped the tears streaming down my face. “I swear to you, I ended it. She wasn’t exactly stable. I should’ve ended it sooner, before I even met you, but I was lonely. I was stupid,” he said.
“You promise?” I asked.
“Yes. You can look on my phone if you want. I sent her texts two weeks ago telling her I met someone, and that we were done,” he insisted. “I have nothing to hide. I promise you that.”
Something about Silas made me believe him. He was an honorable man, not a liar or a cheat. It wasn’t my business what he was doing before me, and why should he have ended it with her just because we talked once or twice on the phone?
“I’m sorry,” I said, wiping the rest of my tears from my face.
“No. Don’t be. I’m sorry. I should’ve told you. It just wasn’t date talk, ya know?” he chuckled nervously. “We never got much time to talk, and I didn’t want to spend it talking about anyone else but us,” he added with a smile. He leaned over, kissing me on the cheek. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I didn’t mean to overreact,” I replied with a soft chuckle.
“So, what do you want, Lucy?”
I paused. I knew what I wanted. I wanted him. I wanted him to not leave, and to stay here forever. This last week was perfect, and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.
My heart was attached. I’d fallen for this man. I still wasn’t sure I could handle the distance, not only for the nine months, but possibly for years if he decided to stay in the military. I couldn’t uproot my life, and he couldn’t uproot his. I had to face the possibility of this not having a future.
