by Ivy Jordan
“Christine made it,” I announced, moving back to my seat.
“Is that what you wished for? No rain?” Kayla teased.
I shrugged my shoulders and shoved a piece of cake into my mouth. “Can’t tell ya.”
Mom got up and rushed toward the door. I heard Christine’s voice, loud and boisterous echoing through the hall. “Where’s my birthday girl?” she called out.
“I’m in here,” I announced, shoving another piece of cake into my mouth.
I washed it down with wine and then was face to face with the woman who set me up with the perfect man whom I’d probably never get to meet.
“Happy birthday!” she screeched, moving past Kayla with her arms wide open.
The strong scent of vanilla perfume took over, quickly filling my mouth with the flavor that mocked the cake I’d just eaten. Her tight squeeze was like a boa constrictor around my neck.
“I have a surprise for you,” she said with a wink.
“You didn’t have to do anything,” I replied.
She backed away, moved back out of the kitchen, and I could hear my mother and her whispering. I looked to Kayla, who was sipping her wine calmly. I knew she had to know what was going on, but she wouldn’t make eye contact with me, even when I kicked her under the table.
Mom entered the kitchen first, and then Christine. I was looking for a box, an envelope, or for whatever this big surprise was, but her hands were empty. “I know I set you up with someone who was too far away. And I know you’re worried that you’ll never meet him once he leaves for Turkey,” she said calmly.
I didn’t speak. I was mortified, fearing that she’d brought me another man as a consolation prize.
“If you’ve brought me a man, you better send him right back away from here,” I groaned.
My mother’s bright-blue eyes were filled with laughter, even though her facial expression was quick to cover her amusement. Christine lifted one eyebrow, then bit her bottom lip into her mouth. “Are you sure?” she asked.
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed, scooting back from the table, and standing from my chair.
She really did! She brought me a man!
“I’m going home,” I said, working my way toward the back door.
“Wishes do come true,” a deep, sexy voice sounded behind me. It was familiar, one I’d heard many times. One I’d grown to love to hear.
I turned, my heart racing fast in my chest. My palms grew as hot as my cheeks, and my eyes welled with tears of joy, and disbelief.
My arms opened and I rushed toward Silas, who now stood in my kitchen. It was exactly what I wished for, and there he was. “Oh my God!” I screeched as I finally felt the warmth of his embrace.
His lips pushed against my neck as I snuggled my nose into his. The tightness of his squeeze left me feeling safe and secure. His scent was soothing, slightly seductive, and reminded me of a cologne my father used to wear.
“You’re really here?” I questioned, pulling away and staring into his beautiful dark eyes.
“There’s no other place I’d rather be, gorgeous,” he whispered. “Happy birthday.”
My hands reached up to his face, feeling his skin, tracing his lips with my fingers, and convincing me that he was truly here.
He reached behind him, pulling out a beautiful bouquet of roses, very similar to the ones he’d given me on our first date. “You deserve to keep the flowers,” he said sweetly.
Christine was grinning from ear to ear. “I couldn’t believe you were going to run out the back door,” she laughed.
“I thought you were bringing me another man,” I explained. “You knew?” I asked, looking at my mother’s soft and gentle eyes.
“Yes. Silas called me to plan the visit,” she said softly.
Kayla was tearing up from the romance of the situation no doubt. “You too?” I asked my sister who quickly nodded. “You are a very sneaky man,” I said to Silas.
He winked. “When I have to be.”
“Have some wine,” Kayla quickly grabbed a glass and handed it to Silas. She poured the glass, staring at him like a lost puppy that’d just found its owner. Christine started explaining how they’d pulled the heist off without my knowing. Apparently, she’d picked Silas up at the airport, and he would be staying until he was deployed.
“You’ll be here for ninety days?” I asked.
“Give or take,” he said.
I was in awe. I couldn’t believe he was really here, and that he’d be here for three months.
“You’d expressed concerns about not meeting before I deployed. I couldn’t imagine leaving knowing that you were giving up on us,” he said.
“I just didn’t want to spend a year of my life with someone I’d never met,” I explained.
“I understand that,” he said, winking in my direction.
“So, Silas, what are you planning to do while in town?” my mom asked.
I immediately blushed at the question, figuring the answer was me, me, me, do me, Silas.
“I booked a hotel up the road. I figured I’d spend as much time getting to know Lucy as possible… as long as I don’t get in her way, that is,” he said, grinning in my direction.
I felt a sigh lift from my chest and escape my lips. I couldn’t imagine Silas getting in my way.
Christine started asking about his deployment, causing Silas to get excited. He told us how he’d be joining the 2ndAir Force Command, and while there he’d be working on top-secret weaponry. It sounded dangerous, and even though his mood was wildly excited, mine was quickly growing wretched.
“You two must have a million things to talk about,” my mother said, graciously cutting Christine from asking any more questions.
“Yes, ma’am,” Silas said politely, reaching for my hand under the table.
“We’ll clean up in here. You two go, get to know each other,” my mom said, her tone pushy but good-natured.
Kayla’s face was washed with love as she smiled. I leaned over, kissed her cheek, and whispered, “This is a good start.”
I took Silas’s hand and led him toward the front door. We walked out onto the front porch and took a seat on the bench swing. “I still can’t believe you’re here,” I said, staring at him like he was an alien.
“There’s something I’ve been dying to do,” he said, leaning in softly toward me. His lips met mine, causing sparks of electricity to shoot throughout my body.
Instantly, I melted into him, my lips parting, and my tongue entangling with his.
He pulled back slowly, releasing his grip on my mouth. I heard his lips smack as they pulled from mine, but my eyes wouldn’t open. I was melted, absolutely melted into my spot.
His soft laughter brought me out of the trance he’d placed me in. I opened my eyes to see his locked onto me. His lips were curled into a smile while his eyes danced in my direction. “That was nice,” I mumbled, still working on pulling myself together.
“Yes it was,” he said, his voice deep and vibrant.
“I don’t think you should stay in a hotel,” I insisted.
“I couldn’t impose,” he said politely.
“Even if you sleep on the couch,” I said quickly. “I can’t imagine having to give you up after just getting you here. Besides, you’re my birthday present, after all.”
He pulled me close to him, pushing me into his chest as he laughed. “That’s true.”
“Besides, you’ve been drinking,” I teased.
“One glass of wine?” he scoffed. “Yes. You’re right. It would be unsafe for me to be on the roads, even as a passenger,” he laughed.
I snuggled into his chest, feeling the warmth of his body, and listening to the beat of his heart. It was fast. He was nervous, or excited, scared, or all of the above. I loved it. This big tough soldier was nervous sitting next to little me.
“I think we have company,” he said, looking over his shoulder into the window behind us.
I turned to see Kayla, Mom, and Christine,
all staring out the window. I laughed.
“Why don’t I get you settled in?” I said.
“Sounds like a brilliant idea,” he agreed, standing and offering his hand to me.
Chapter Six
I leaned in the front door and yelled to Christine to pop her trunk. My mom winked at me as I took Silas’s hand. He grabbed his bags from her trunk, and I led him to my barn loft apartment. “So, you really do live in a barn?” he asked with a chuckle.
“I do,” I replied.
“I thought you were joking,” he said, pulling me in close as I opened the front door. “Wow. This is amazing,” he said, looking around the remodeled space.
It still looked like a barn, but after remodeling, it was more like a fancy loft that someone paid thousands to make look like a barn, instead of the other way around.
“I love it,” I said, feeling his hands grip at my waist.
He pulled me into him, his hands working slowly to my belly, and stopping just below my breasts. My nipples reacted by tightening and pushing at the material of my shirt. Heat rolled between my legs in waves as my back pressed against his tight, hard chest. The heat of his breath against my neck made my legs tremble, and the vibrations of his voice shot through my veins as he spoke.
“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 mo
uth 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.