Worthy of Sin

Twenty-Five

Zola 'Slim' Monroe || November 1998

The way we fell into each other was beyond anything I could've ever imagined.

Silas had the power to occupy my fantasies, but to experience him outside of that, in reality, was something my imagination wouldn't even have the power to conjure up.

The union of our physicality wasn't a rushed process, either. He took his time building the tension between us and getting me ready for him.

"My favorite one is whichever one you wanna do first, y'know what I'm sayin'?"

He spoke as his lips brushed against my ear and he then went on to playfully tug at my diamond-decorated earlobe with his teeth.

"Is that right?" I asked softly, pulling my hands out of his gentle grasp so I could wrap my arms around his neck for the needed stability. The bed didn't offer much of a solid place for balance, and our lack of distance was making my knees weaker and weaker by the second.

His body felt so good against mine.

Again, we caught eyes and at this point, our tension started to boil over.

It's like our tension was a pot of boiling milk with a lid on it. The more heat we produced, the more our tension bubbled— and right now? Those bubbles were starting to spill over.

He chuckled softly, "I'm tired of these games, Z," He leaned in and kissed me right on the side of my mouth, smirking as he pulled away.

It's almost like he was teasing on purpose because he knew how much I needed to feel his lips against mine.

I was basically fiending for more of his affection, at this point.

"We grown, and we both know what we want out of life and out of each other. You feel me?" I nodded and stared at him, doing my best to focus solely on his words and ignore the feeling of desire that continued to intensify.

"I want you. I told you before that I didn't want to rush, but this wait is gettin' harder and harder by the day. I know you can feel it too."

I nodded, "I'm wanting you just as bad as you're wanting me, Silas," I spoke lowly, lips hovering over his as I pushed my body against his; doing all that I could to solidify the fact I wanted him.

Hell, I'd been wanting him but he's the one that wanted to wait, so I didn't mind following his lead and moving at his pace.

"The way we feel about each other is obvious and we know wassup, so what we waiting for?"

When those words left my mouth, he grabbed my hand and brought me down with him so we'd be sitting instead of standing.

It wasn't long before I pushed him, laying him flat on his back. That's when I climbed on top of him and resumed our kiss.

I held his face in my hands as he kissed me slowly and gently, keeping one arm wrapped around me securely and using the other to rub and caress my backside.

His closeness and warmth gave me a sense of security that made me feel content and at ease with him. This feeling was nothing new and in this moment it served as a form of comfort, especially since I was entering my most vulnerable state.

He then rolled us over, all without breaking our kiss, and grabbed my legs, wrapping them around his waist. As his lips trailed my neck, his hands started to roam again.

Between his lips being against my flesh and his hands slowly maneuvering around my body as if they had a mind of their own, the butterflies in my stomach were becoming more prevalent and goosebumps began to serve as an effect of his touch.