Silver Tears(26)

David was breathing more and more quickly, groaning loudly, and now his eyes were shut and his hands were around her head, his fingers deeply buried in her hair.

“I can’t wait any longer—I want to come inside you,” he murmured.

She lay down on the bed with him on top of her, between her legs, pushing into her—he slid forward and slowly, inexorably slowly, he penetrated her. It felt absolutely incredible. Now it was her turn to groan. She felt his warmth between her legs, his hardness, his desire.

When he was almost fully inside her, he suddenly pushed in fast and hard—all the way—and she felt his weight on top of her. With his mouth at her ear, his warm breath on her cheek, he thrust into her while she wrapped her legs around him. She held his hips firmly, helping him to find his rhythm, pushing her hips against him—she wanted more, she wanted all of him.

Then he pulled out of her.

“I don’t want to come yet. You turn me on so damn much. I want to taste you.”



She opened her legs, and licked the fingers on his right hand. He began to slowly stroke her. She raised her head—she wanted to see him touching her. He stroked her clitoris before slowly inserting two fingers into her, then three. She gasped, groaned.

David withdrew his fingers from her. She whimpered—she was close to coming now. He pushed her legs farther apart and brought his face closer. He let the tip of his tongue playfully toy with her clitoris. Faye tried to press her hips toward him, but he gently held her down with his hands on her legs. His tongue was gentle but resolute, applying more and more pressure to her clitoris, moving in circles. He was pushing her over the edge—she grasped the sheets hard and her back arched. When he put his fingers inside her, she felt the orgasm building—it was verging on painful, the boundary between pleasure and pain was just a hair’s breadth, and she twisted her head back and forth as he brought her ever closer to the brink.

When Faye came she cried out. He continued, increasing his intensity while her entire body shook and she contracted around his fingers.

When the orgasm had finally stopped washing through her, her whole body relaxed, but Faye didn’t want to rest. She wanted him inside her.

The swell outside made the boat sway. Faye turned around. She got onto all fours. At first, she hit her head on the low cabin ceiling, and both she and David laughed. She lowered herself a little and curved her back inward, turning her head so she could see him approaching her from behind. But he didn’t take her right away. Instead, he caressed her ass—tenderly, lovingly.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Fuck me,” said Faye, wiggling her hips at him.

David stroked her buttocks again, then he took hold of her hips and pushed his cock deep inside her. Despite the fact that Faye had just come, she was still just as turned on by him—she wanted more.

“Fuck me, David,” she said huskily. He didn’t hold back on obeying her.



Afterward, they collapsed onto the bed and enjoyed the warmth of each other’s bodies. David pulled her hair away from her neck and kissed her on her most sensitive spot, behind her ear. She giggled—it felt wonderful, but it was also ticklish. He rolled off her and lay on his back, his hand on the curve of her spine.

“I’m sweaty,” she said, lying on her side so that his hand was on her hip.

He reached out and caressed her cheek tenderly.

“Do you know how amazing you are? How beautiful you are?”

“No, I think you’ll have to tell me.”

“I promise I will. Over and over and over again.”

Faye realized she was smiling as she lay with her back to him. She blinked away tears. She told herself she couldn’t fall for a man again—even if she had begun to fear it was already too late.





Faye got out of the elevator and took slow, expectant steps toward the heavy door. She didn’t miss the old apartment. It contained far too many memories. Jack had managed to become a part of that too. This apartment was going to be just hers.

The keys weighed heavily in her hand. She loved the feeling of newness—how unspoiled it was. Even though she was only renting the apartment, she had been given permission to repaint.

She smiled when she put the key in the lock, thinking about the night before with David and everything they had done together.

When she opened the door, she detected the scent of fresh paint. She had never thought she would love that smell so much, but she did. The apartment was virgin territory. Hers to conquer.

Kerstin was in the apartment next door. She would still be nearby. Family. But this was hers. Just hers.

Faye unlocked the black security gate and stepped inside, taking off her Jimmy Choos and placing them on the walnut shoe rack in the hallway. Slowly, cautiously, she walked into the apartment, which opened up before her—big and airy.

The whole place was more than two thousand square feet in size. Maybe it was a little over the top just for her, but after all those years in a gilded cage she wanted air and space around her more than anything else. She had loved this apartment from the moment she had set eyes on it on the rental site—it felt like her even if it was just a rental.



The kitchen was reminiscent of a farmhouse kitchen, but a modern version. Philippe Starck, Gaggenau, and Le Cordon Bleu created the right blend. The big wooden table with long benches made from the same weathered wood had been custom-ordered from a carpenter on S?dermalm. She ran her hand over the tabletop. She loved the feeling.