SILK Volume Four

by K. M. Scott

  She smiles even as tears of happiness fill her eyes. “I love you, Ian.”

  For a long moment, I stare up at her just to enjoy the sight of her with me and telling me she loves me. Me. Ian Anwell, recovering heroin addict. Borderline drunk. The man who left her alone to deal with the fallout from that online rag’s article like some kind of dick.

  Me.

  “Is something wrong? Did I say something to upset you?” she asks in that gentle way that’s charmed me from the first night.

  I shake my head and tell her the truth. “No. I was just thinking how lucky I am that someone like you would even want to meet me for drinks, much less agree to be my muse and fall in love with me. That’s all.”

  Kristina leans forward and presses her cheek to mine as she whispers in my ear, “I’m the lucky one. How many women have their own love story written for them?”

  “None more incredible than you,” I whisper back to her.

  She sits back and gives me a deliciously wicked grin. “Right now, though, I’d much rather live out a far more erotic story with you, Mr. Anderson. What do you say we act out some scenes of our own?”

  This is one of the reasons I can’t live without this woman. Sweet and gentle, she also has a sensual side to her I want to satisfy even more than I want to feel satisfaction myself. What we are is rough and jagged, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Ian wraps his arms around me and murmurs in my ear in a voice low and sexy, “Hang on. We need somewhere better than this couch for what I want to do to you.”

  I weave my fingers together behind his neck and hold on as he walks us to the bedroom. Staring into my eyes, he says, “After I fuck you tonight, you won’t be able to think of another man.”

  He slides his hands down to cup my ass, carefully teasing my pussy with his fingertip and making me want him all the more.

  Leaning forward, I drag the tip of my tongue over the shell of his ear and swear the truth. “Never again will I think of another man, Ian. I promise.”

  Ian closes his fist in my hair and tugs my head back gently. Leveling his dark gaze on mine, he says, “I plan to make sure of that.”

  His tone is powerful and deep, and my body aches from the sound of his voice as he promises to make me forget every other man on earth. I yearn to feel his hands on my skin and his cock inside me, filling me up like only he can. I want this to be a new beginning for us—a night that will make all the bad that’s happened go away so we can be what I know we can be together.

  Happy and in love.

  Slowly, he lowers me to the bed and then stands there watching me as if my every moment with me enthralls him. His dark gaze travels the length of my body, and I feel its warmth as it finally settles on the space between my legs. He licks his lips and his mouth hitches up into a something like a smile, but there’s a hunger in his eyes that tells me there’s nothing sweet about what he plans to do with me.

  He lightly trails the tip of his forefinger over the delicate skin of my inner thigh, making it quiver with anticipation, but no other part of him touches me, even though I know he sees how much I want more of him. I watch with bated breath as his fingers draw closer to my dripping wet pussy, but he stops before he reaches the evidence of how much my body hungers for his cock.

  God, I want to slide my fingers down my stomach and over my clit. Just one touch. That’s all I want.

  But I know better.

  Ian seems to read my mind and asks, “You’re thinking of touching yourself, aren’t you, Kristina? You want to rub that gorgeous clit, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I whimper, desperate to have something touch my clit so swollen with need. His fingers. His cock. His lips and tongue. My finger.

  “Open your legs so I can see that pretty cunt,” he orders, and I obey, hoping some relief will come soon.

  Ian lowers himself to his knees and with his thumbs opens me up so I’m completely on display for him. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d be embarrassed, but I want him too much to care about how I look close up.

  “Please put your mouth on me,” I beg. “Please, Ian.”

  “Not yet,” he whispers near my skin. “I want to see you touch yourself first.”

  Surprised at his words, I look down at him between my legs and see a devilish look in his eyes. “I thought you didn’t want me to ever do that.”

  “Are you embarrassed?”

  “No. I just thought you didn’t like me doing that.”

  He slowly rubs the pads of his thumbs along the crease of my legs and places a single kiss on my thigh. Looking up at me, he whispers against my skin, “That was before. We’re starting over and I want to see you play with yourself. I want to see your fingers make you come while I watch.”

  I hesitate for a moment, but just the thought of some relief from my need makes his desire to see me masturbate something I want too. My finger quickly finds its way to my drenched pussy, and I eagerly run it over my clit, loving the sensations I’m rewarded with. Every cell in my body feels alive.

  Ian watches as I dip my finger into my body and pull it out to return to my clit, coating that incredible bundle of sensitive nerves with my juices. It makes my pussy slick, and my fingers slide through over my wet skin as I begin to play with myself in earnest.

  With each pass over my clit, I feel a wave of excitement wash over me as second by second I inch closer to my release. I want to come so fucking badly. Opening my legs as wide as I can, I lift my hips off the bed and rock against my hand, loving how sexy I feel knowing Ian’s watching me masturbate.

  He says nothing, but I hear him moan low and deep when I arch my back in ecstasy right before I come. I open my eyes for a second to see him watching with rapt attention as my finger goes to town on my clit, and for a moment I wish he’d stop me so his mouth could finish me off, but then I feel my release begin deep inside me and before I know it, my legs go weak and I bury my fingers inside me.

  My eyes stay closed through the aftershocks my orgasm gives me, but I feel him move over me. My body lax from coming, I slowly open them to see him smiling down at me with a ravenous look in his eyes.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful when you let yourself go, you know that?”

  “Am I?” I ask shyly, suddenly realizing this is the first time I’ve ever played with myself in front of any man.

  Sucking my finger into his mouth, he flicks his tongue over it. Slowly he pulls back and says, “So fucking sexy. And you taste incredible.”

  He kisses me and I taste myself on his tongue like he enjoys. Raw and sensual, he groans as he runs his finger across my collarbone and under my sweater to feel the tops of my breasts. “Your cunt is the sexiest shade of pink I’ve ever seen. I wanted to stop you and bury my face into that pink skin to taste you, but watching you fuck yourself might have been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I close my eyes when his fingers reach my already tightened nipples and moan as he pinches them. “I’d rather feel you touch me than my fingers, though.”

  He leans down and says low in my ear, “You want to feel my fingers fuck you, Kristina?”

  “No.”

  “No?” he asks in surprise at my answer.

  Opening my eyes, I look into his and know he wants the same thing I want. “No. I want to feel your cock inside me as you fuck me long and slow. Will you fuck me like that, Ian?”

  “I’m going to fuck you long and slow, baby. And then hard and fast. I want your body to crave only me from now on. Is that what you want, Kristina?”

  I reach down and stroke his long, stiff cock and watch the need fill his eyes. “I want this cock and only this cock. I want to feel it deep inside me as I ride it. I want to feel it fill me up like no man ever has before. That’s what I want.”

  Ian rolls us over so he’s beneath me and cups my ass in his hands. His eyes sparkle with desire as he says, “Your wish is my command, my muse. Let me see you ride my cock.”

  I roll my hips, and he slides through my
wet folds to my entrance. Fisting his hand in my hair, he tugs my mouth down to meet his and lifts his hips off the bed to bury his cock keep inside me in one slow thrust. Each inch feels better than the last until he’s fully nested inside my body, the two of us joined in the most intimate way a man and woman can be.

  His tongue dances over mine, delivering another level of sensuality to my mouth as he pumps in and out of me and I meet his thrusts with my own, riding him as he commanded. Every inch of my body craves his touch, jealous of my mouth and pussy getting all the attention.

  He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a lover. Powerful, sensual, and focused on my complete pleasure, Ian’s my own sex god to this muse.

  Gently tugging my head back, he looks into my eyes and whispers in a hoarse voice full of need, “Sit up on me, baby. I want to watch you make love to me.”

  I feel sexier than I’ve ever felt with any other man. Other boyfriends made me feel self-conscious and never good enough, but not Ian. When we’re together like this, his gaze never leaves me, a sign of his attentiveness and adoration. He looks at me like I truly am worthy of being called a muse, and for that, I love him all the more.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asks as I realize I’ve become lost in my thoughts of how much I adore him.

  “You,” I say with a smile before he plunges his cock into me once again and hits that spot that makes my eyes want to roll into the back of my head.

  He slides his hands up to my hips to control my pace, a sign he’s getting close to coming and doesn’t want to yet. Staring up at me, he squeezes my flesh and moans, “Slow down. I want to make this last.”

  I still my movement on top of him, feeling him fill me completely, and flatten my palms against his stomach to balance myself. In his eyes, I see he’s working hard to hold back, but I don’t want him to stop. I want to feel him explode inside me and watch the ecstasy wash over his features as he comes.

  “Let me see you come apart like you love to see in me. I want to see the effect I have on you.”

  “Most women like a man to go for a long time,” he says with a grin that looks so good on him.

  Trailing my fingertip over the line of dark hair that leads from his abs to his cock, I say, “I’m not most women. We have all night, so we’ll have a long time. I want to see you when I make you come.”

  He loosens his hold on my hips and licks his lips. “I’m sure I look like any other man, Kristina.”

  I shake my head, sure he couldn’t be more mistaken. “No, I don’t believe that. Not someone who’s as sensual as you are.”

  “You’ve seen me come before.”

  Leaning down, I kiss his lips softly and whisper, “That was before. Everything is different now between us, isn’t it?”

  His gaze softens and he nods. “Yeah.”

  “Then show me what I do to you for the first time again.”

  Stroking my cheek, he says sweetly, “If that’s what you want.”

  He lifts his hips off the bed to once again begin fucking me, and whatever sweetness that had been present a moment ago disappears as he pulls me hard down on top of him. His kiss nearly takes my breath away, and his moans tell me our lovemaking thrills him as much as it thrills me.

  With a hard slap, his hand lands on my ass, sending waves of pain and pleasure racing through me. Surprised, I look down at him, and he says so sexy, “My Kristina likes it rough, doesn’t she?”

  Sliding up and down his cock quicker now as I inch closer to my orgasm, I moan, “Only with you.”

  Another hard slap stings the other cheek, and with a grunt, he pushes me hard down onto him. “Good. Now ride me and get me off, baby.”

  I rock and roll back and forth on him and cup my breasts to keep them from bouncing all over as I ride him with abandon. Just before I reach my climax, he pushes my hands away and sits up to take an excited nipple into his mouth. Sucking hard, he stares up at me as I come, my orgasm intensified by the feeling of his teeth sinking into the tender skin of my breast.

  My thighs quiver uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy rolls over me, and the incredible sensations his mouth and cock are giving me blend into a second orgasm that makes everything go dark in front of my eyes. Collapsing on top of him, I groan, “Oh my God, Ian! I’ve never felt like that.”

  He still hasn’t come, so I know I have to fight the urge to curl up next to him and enjoy the afterglow of mind-blowing sex. Pushing myself back up, I look down into his eyes and see my orgasm has brought him to the brink of release.

  “I’m almost there, baby. Just a few more seconds and I’ll give you what you want.”

  My clit, still so sensitive, rubs up against the base of his cock and I feel the beginning of another orgasm start deep inside me. Rocking against him, I slide him over my G-spot and barely hold back coming again because I want to see him come apart under me.

  Suddenly, Ian rolls me over onto my back and rears back, sliding his cock out of me until just the head still remains inside my pussy. A look of pure need flashes in his eyes, and for a moment he looks like a man possessed. Then he plunges into me, filling me and touching all the right places with every inch of him.

  A long groan escapes his throat, and his cock twitches inside me as I begin to come again. I feel him come just as I do, and then for a long moment it’s just the two of us in the world. Those dark eyes fix on me, staring into my soul, and I watch him wince like he’s in pain when the last of his release flows into me.

  Ian kisses me long and deep before he buries his head in the pillow next to me and whispers, “That was incredible. You’re incredible.”

  I run my fingers down his back and feel the light layer of perspiration covering his smooth skin. I could lay here for the rest of time with him still inside me and me stroking his back as the two of us come down from the best sex we’ve ever had. This is what love is.

  This is what we are.

  A chill races down my back as I lay there in Ian’s arms, and I snuggle up to his side to get warm. Wrapping his arm around me, he says, “I think the power went out. The blizzard probably knocked it out, and I don’t have a generator.”

  “Are you trying to find a nice way to say we’re going to freeze to death up here in the hinterlands?” I say, half-teasing, half-serious. I love him, but the idea of us dying Romeo and Juliet style in each other’s arms as the temperature drops and we freeze solid isn’t one I find very appealing.

  My attempt at humor makes him chuckle. “No. We have the fire in the living room, so why don’t we head out there, but I’m afraid we’re going to need clothes for a little while.”

  We lay there in the dark, not wanting to move from our cozy spot, as I think about what I have to wear since my suitcase is still in the car. My panties sit in a pile of ripped fabric, and my pants are likely still damp from the walk to the cabin through more than half a foot of snow.

  At least my sweater is still in one piece. Maybe my top half won’t freeze.

  “My clothes are all in the suitcase I left in the car,” I mumble against his still warm skin. “Other than that, I have a sweater and a pair of pants that are still drying out near the fire.”

  Ian squeezes me against him and chuckles. “I have blankets. We can make our way out to the fire and curl up in front of it. I can tell you about the news my agent gave me today.”

  He sounds happy about whatever the news is, so I sit up and tug on his arm. “Okay, let’s go. The idea of freezing to death here is getting scarier by the minute.”

  We walk back out to the living room naked, and sitting on the couch, we cuddle together under a white down comforter Ian grabbed on our way past one of the other bedrooms. The blazing fire instantly warms me, and I turn to see him reaching for the notes I’d read earlier.

  “So Sheila called today to let me know someone contacted her about a film of Silk.”

  His news thrills me. “That’s terrific! I think anything you write would be so wonderful as a film.”

&n
bsp; For a moment, sadness fills his eyes. “Yeah, well, not anything. The Caligula’s Dream film doesn’t look like it’s going to happen now.”

  “Why?”

  “The news about me being T. Anderson and writing something considered erotica made them reconsider, I guess.”

  I hate that he’s suffering because of my stupid mistakes. Pressing my cheek to his chest, I hold him to me. “I’m so sorry, Ian. I’m sorry they did that because of what I did. I never meant for any of that to happen.”

  His lips gently press against the top of my head in a kiss. “It’s okay. What do they say? When one door closes, another one opens? Maybe that’s what this Silk film could be.”

  I look up to see the sadness in his eyes is gone now. “It’s so exciting, isn’t it? What did your agent say about when it could happen?”

  “These things take a while. By the time the actors come in on a project, it’s been through so many hoops most don’t even make it. But at least there’s interest.”

  “I’m so happy for you, Ian.”

  “For us,” he says as he pulls me into his arms. “Us. It’s our story. And Sheila told me she’s gotten a lot of interest from New York about publishing the story too.”

  “That’s fantastic!” I say as he hugs me tighter. “At least there’s some good coming out of all that awful mess.”

  Ian remains quiet for a long time, and then says, “I won’t give them the rights unless you’re Kate Silk. You’re the only one who could play her.”

  Tears well in my eyes as I finally understand how much Silk is our story. Looking up at him, I smile as I begin to cry. “I’d be honored if they’d consider me for the part.”

  “Not consider. I plan on making that one of the non-negotiable terms of the deal. Unless it’s you, I won’t do it.”

  “Why? There are any number of actresses who could do this character justice, and this is a big chance for you. You don’t have to make them choose me. It’s more than enough of an honor to know that this story is about you and me.”

  “No. Kristina, it’s always been only you. I can’t even imagine anyone else playing this part.”