“Dance with me.” Silas pulled her into his arms once everything in the kitchen was in order. She leaned into him and was relaxed as she rested her cheek on his chest. Daphne wound her arms around Silas’s neck and waist, making his eyes water as she hummed along to the music and swayed with him. “I know it’s not that exciting—because I’m not that exciting with all my labels and aquariums—but this is my idea of heaven. I’d be happy with something just like this.”
“I like your labels and your aquariums,” Daphne objected. “And I have a thing for nerds and quiet nights in.”
“So you’re saying there’s a chance,” he teased and kneaded her back and neck while they rocked with the beat.
“Keep doing that and I might never leave.” She tried to laugh but it turned into a yawn. Silas clicked his teeth and kissed her hair.
“I’m too exhausted to do much more than take a quick shower but I was hoping you’d join me then ride my face until we pass out.”
Daphne looked slightly annoyed as she straightened her arms and shook her head at him. “Why couldn’t you be just a little bit like Keith? I’m doing my best to avoid losing my head here but you have this irritating habit. You keep acting like the man of my dreams.”
“If it helps, I’m hoping you’ll blow me,” Silas confessed with an apologetic wince.
“There you go!” Daphne laughed. “That definitely sounds like something Keith would say.”
There was more laughter as they squeezed into Silas’s stall shower and tried to make out in the cramped space. They gave up on fooling around until they fell into Silas’s bed and Daphne treatedhimto a decadently long blowjob and rimmed his ass until he came. Then, the goddess of his dreams smeared her cum all over her pussy and climbed on his face. She held onto the headboard and ground against his lips and tongue until she screamed his name, erasing all of Silas’s dreams and replacing them withthat.He’d dream of that night and hear her calling for him as she shattered until the day he breathed his last breath.
Silas was convinced that he would never find a greater peace than he found as he held Daphne, sated and well-loved as she drifted off to sleep. He cradled her head against his chest and sifted his fingers through her fiery red curls, enjoying her soft hums and dreamy purrs.
“You’re too good for Keith but I hope you’re willing to settle for a humble barista and ocean nerd.” He’d be a doctor soon but Silas would never earn enough money as a marine biologist to impress the kind of people who bought Daphne’s clothes or went to her runway shows. But Silas knew that Daphne wasn’t shallow and that he’d already impressed her in the all ways that truly mattered.
ChapterSix
It would have been alarming, waking up alone in a strange bed in a strange room, but Daphne was treated to a truly glorious sight when she opened her eyes.
Sweaty, sculpted back muscles, a tight, round ass, and toned thighs were arranged in a perfect tree pose.
Silas’s posture and form were flawless but Daphne particularly appreciated that he was naked. She peeked at the mirror on the back of the bathroom door and noted that he was semi-aroused as well. She licked her lips as she propped her cheek up on her palm.
“Personally, I like a little fur on a man’s ass,” she drawled. Silas chuckled softly and held the pose for a moment longer before lowering his foot.
“I’m happy to hear that.” He bent to swipe a white towel off the mat and mopped at his face and chest. “You know, I don’t mind a little fur on a woman. I’m into whatever makes you feel the most comfortable.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Daphne said as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Silas’s gaze slid down her body and his cock twitched as it got harder as she joined him.
“I made you breakfast.” His voice was lower and broke when Daphne’s hand spread over the center of his chest. There was a light patch of hair between his pecs that narrowed as it trailed down his abs. Her fingertips followed, dragging along the slick grooves, gathering his sweat. She raised them to her lips and licked them.
“Mmmm…”
He tasted crisp and faintly salty. Daphne’s mouth watered as she stepped into him and swept her tongue along his collar bone.
“Fuck!” Silas squeaked. “I know you like the egg white omelet wrap from Carl’s so I made you an egg white omelet with spinach and whole-grain toast,” he babbled.
“That was so thoughtful but I like to work out before I eat in the morning.”
That wasn’t at all true and they both knew it. Daphne usually rolled out of bed, hungover and still slightly stoned. She stumbled and struggled through a shower, put on whatever was black and acceptable, then hitched a ride to the office with Addie or Iris. Daphne would hide behind her sunglasses until she felt awake and steady enough to camouflage her miserable eyes in smokey black and gray shadows, eyeliner, and mascara. Her masochistic climb up the office’s stairs was all the exercise she needed.
But Silas played along and groaned against Daphne’s cheek when she wrapped her hand around his hard-on. She stroked slowly, keeping her grip loose and light until he bucked against her hand.
“What do you want?” She whispered.
“I have a harness in the duffle bag under the bed. If you wouldn’t mind…” He tried to sound cool and nonchalant but his voice cracked with need.
“Do you?” She looked back at the bed then cringed. “Did your ex leave it?”
“No. My last girlfriend had a penis but the girl I dated before her tried it out a few times. It was one of those middle-of-the-night Amazon purchases I made when I was single and super horny.”
“Mmmm…” Daphne nodded in understanding. “I keep buying weird vibrators off of Instagram.”