As the autumn sunlight streamed through the cafe window, Catelyn sat at a back table, her stylus hovering over the tablet screen as she worked on a website design. She paused, picking up her coffee cup for a quiet sip before setting it back down. Minutes blurred into the bright afternoon, and her thoughts drifted inexorably to Silas. Holding her pen still, a sudden ache blossomed in her chest—a deep, yearning desire to be held in his arms, to rest against him. Looking out at the bustling street, she felt a profound certainty that Silas was her home. The feeling gnawed at her heart, whispering that they belonged entirely to each other.
Her mind wandered back to that afternoon at his house, when the mere proximity of him had sent her heart racing. She remembered the way he had looked at her lips just before capturing them in a kiss. He had pressed his soft, tender mouth to hers, and she had eagerly reciprocated, melting into the heat of it. He kissed her passionately, parting her lips to explore with his tongue, while his hands slipped beneath her yellow shirt to press against the warm, sensitive skin of her back.
With her body pinned gently against the mattress and his muscular frame pressing over her, he traced a trail of kisses down her neck. When his hand brushed against her breast, a soft moan escaped into his mouth. He kissed her chin, a small smile playing on her lips as she reveled in his touch, his thumb expertly stroking her sensitive nipple. Looking down into her dark eyes, filled with genuine affection, he kissed her again, his hands sliding higher beneath her shirt to cup and knead her responsive flesh. Catelyn arched her back, craving more as his lips descended to kiss her chest and abdomen, his eyes locking onto hers with tender devotion.
When his hand unzipped her denim shorts, she watched him through a haze of mounting desire.
"Why don't you stay naked all the time?" Silas murmured, easing the shorts down her legs.
"Silas," she laughed playfully, a deep blush warming her cheeks as a familiar, heavy urge pooled in her stomach, as he threw the denim shorts on the floor.
The sight of her laced red panties seemed to captivate him. He pressed lingering kisses right through the fabric, driving her to a shiver of sensitive pleasure as his mouth moved lower over her pubic mound, making her grip the bedsheets tightly. When his hand slid inside the lace to stroke her clit, Catelyn gasped, wanting nothing more than to pull him closer. Silas gently removed the panties, his gaze dark with desire as he looked at her. Knowing how deeply they loved one another, she welcomed his attention completely.
He leaned down and licked the walls of her entrance, consuming her in a raw, dizzying wave of pleasure.
"Silas, I think I want you now," she whispered, her voice trembling as his tongue continued its expert exploration.
"Be patient, Caty," he replied, smiling against her skin.
He tasted her sweetness, then slid two fingers deep inside her, stretching her wide. Catelyn's eyes widened with a sharp jolt of pleasure as he set a steady rhythm, her warm lubrication spilling over his hand. Hovering over her, he captured her lips in a passionate kiss while she tangled her fingers in his hair. Her legs remained parted, his clothed body pressing against her aching heat. Desperate for the full weight of him, she reached for the waistband of his trousers, but he caught her wrist, stopping her.
"Such an impatient Caty," he teased, pressing a kiss to her neck before pushing his trousers down.
When he freed himself, his heavy, thick length stood fully erect. Catelyn looked up at him, thrilled by the familiar, commanding presence of his body. Silas settled between her thighs, his warm shaft resting against her entrance before he slowly pressed inward. She moaned, her legs curling upward as he filled her completely. Intertwining their fingers on the mattress, he began to thrust with a powerful, steady cadence that sent shivers of pure ecstasy through her frame.
"I love you, Catelyn," Silas said, searching her eyes and finding them bright with pleasure.
Her heart swelled, and a fierce warmth flooded her veins. "I love you, Silas."
He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and drove deeper, their mouths meeting in another fierce, synchronized kiss as they moved together in a shared embrace.
Later, they lay tangled beneath the covers, the storm of their passion subsiding into a quiet, heavy peace. Silas wore his trousers, while Catelyn rested completely naked against his bare, broad chest, drifting toward sleep.
"I feel like I want to have another round. Should we?" Silas asked, looking down as her dark eyes fluttered open.
"Nope, I'm a little sore, Silas," she murmured with a sleepy smile, snuggling closer into the warmth of his bare chest.
"Silas, we would certainly make babies one day. Would you want one?" she asked softly.
"I would love to have babies with you," Silas replied, smiling at the thought. "They would be so adorable, with your beautiful black eyes."
Catyln smiled hearing his word happy with the vision of their future, Catelyn closed her eyes, holding tightly to the man she loved, unwilling to ever imagine being apart from him as she drifted back to sleep in his arms.
Sitting on the chair Catelyn took on continuing her work, finding it hard to reach out to Silas and get back together like they used to be it felt hard as she thought of how she could come back into his life and tell him how much she loved him, as she worked on the tablet.