Chapter 20 Solana #2
Silver is a completely different story. He does care about me and he wants the best for me. As he asks me what I want, he holds my gaze and strokes my cheek with his thumb. I’ve never felt more beautiful and appreciated as this amazing man gives me his full, undivided attention.
So I make my next request.
I swallow, feeling heat creep up to my face. “Kiss me please. Everywhere. I just… I want to feel your lips on me.”
A slow smile curves his mouth, a wicked warmth flickering in his eyes. “Yes, ma’am. I’m at your service tonight.”
He bends forward and presses a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.
Then his lips drift lower.
He kisses my jaw first, a featherlight brush that makes my breath catch. Then he’s traveling along the edge of it, kissing his way back toward my ear. The sensitive spot just below, where my neck starts, and I’m made to shudder in place under him.
He once again takes his time placing kisses as requested. Each one is warm and soft and unhurried; each one ignites another hot spark of pleasure.
He kisses and nips at the hollow of my throat, dragging his lips along the column until I’m murmuring how good it feels.
My breath’s quickened, coming out more strangled than before. The effect he has on me.
His fingers find the hem of my t-shirt, and he tugs it upward slowly, knuckles grazing my ribs. I lift my arms to help him, the shirt soon tossed aside until I’m lying under him in only my bra.
It’s cotton with tiny flowers on it. Maybe not the sexiest undergarment known to man.
But his gaze rakes over me, hungry and reverent at the same time, and then he dips his head again.
Kisses scatter across my collarbone. Across the swell of my breasts right above the cup of my bra. Down the center of my chest, where my heart is pounding so hard I’m sure he can feel it against his lips.
He traces a path down my stomach, kissing his way past my navel.
When he reaches the waistband of my jeans, he looks up at me, his eyes darkening with the kind of hunger any woman would love.
It’s intense and full of promise. It’s a man truly ravenous for the woman before him.
My breath stalls inside my lungs as I give a nod and his fingers work the button free. Then the zipper as he tugs the denim down my hips and exposes the jut of my hipbone.
He presses several kisses there, open-mouthed and heated. My hips jerk involuntarily, an invisible burn mark left in his wake.
Hot, tingly fire that sizzles.
“Silver…” I murmur on a sigh, eyelids hanging lower.
He answers with a hum against my skin. The throaty sound vibrates through me. I close my eyes as he peels my jeans the rest of the way down my legs. They join my shirt somewhere on the corner of the bed.
His hands slide back up my calves and then thighs, palms calloused and warm but still soft and gentle in how he touches me.
This dominant biker that lives life as an outlaw and often leads a gang of men into doing dark and violent things.
Yet right now—just for me—he’s so attentive and gentle that it makes me shiver all over again.
Just for me is he going slow. He’s at my command, my comfort and safety his number one priority.
He kisses the top of my knee, then the tender inside of my thigh. The areas are so sensitive I naturally squirm, already aching for more.
His fingers find the clasp of my bra—front closure—and he undoes it, letting my breasts come free.
I’ve never been the most confident woman. I suppose that’s why I sought Kel and the others out in the first place, and why I’ve pursued acting the way I have.
But right now, as I’m left in nothing but my panties, I’ve never felt more desirable. I’m practically naked and yet I’ve never felt more confident.
The cool air in the room hits my bare breasts, but my nipples go erect for a different reason.
Silver’s heated gaze is all the reason I need.
He palms the soft mounds of flesh, then captures one with his mouth. His lips and tongue feel so good licking and sucking away.
I gasp, back arching off the bed. His tongue swirls hot and wet across my nipple. His teeth follow, tugging and lightly biting.
Pleasure shoots through me, my pussy throbbing.
I never knew my breasts were so sensitive. I’ve touched myself before, but it’s never compared to this.
Silver sucking at my breast and flicking it with his tongue.
My fingers grip at the comforter to bear the intensity of it. To withstand how damn good his mouth feels on me.
“God,” I breathe. “That… that feels sooo good.”
He answers by kissing his way down my stomach again, as if he’s memorizing every inch of my skin.
When he reaches my hips, he kisses one, then the other, and then his mouth finds the inside of my thigh again, higher this time.
Closer to where I’m aching for him.
He pauses, his breath warm against my skin, and looks up at me. “What do you want next, baby?”
There’s a challenge in his eyes.
An invitation.
A smile tugs at my lips despite the desperate need coiling tight in my belly.
“You haven’t kissed me everywhere yet,” I tease.
He releases a low chuckle, recognizing what I mean. “Yes, ma’am. Lay back and relax. Let me show you what it’s like to be kissed everywhere.”
His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties. He slowly drags them down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. When they’re gone, he settles between my thighs, his broad shoulders pressing them apart.
Then he buries his face in my pussy and ends any thought I had on my mind.
His tongue is hot and persistent, tracing patterns on my most sensitive flesh that make my hips buck against his mouth.
He licks into me slowly at first, learning what makes me gasp and moan. His tongue goes from flicking against my clit to traveling my folds and then dipping inside me.
When he finds a spot that makes me writhe even harder, he focuses on it, so in tune with my every reaction.
He’s learning my body. Responding to what makes me respond.
Just when I think he’s settled on a technique, then he’s switching it up—he’s rotating his tongue counterclockwise or applying more pressure to how he sucks away at my clit.
It keeps me guessing. It keeps hot sparks of pleasure searing through me.
My whole body becomes a sensory slave to his ministrations, completely and totally at his mercy as he inflicts these incredible feelings on me.
The best feelings I’ve ever experienced. The most passionate and intense pleasure by way of his mouth.
He does eventually add fingers to the mix.
“Oh god—” I cry out, cutting myself off.
He’s slipped two inside me, still lapping away at my pussy with increasing enthusiasm. My fingers find his hair, gripping tight as he works me higher and higher.
His other hand grips my hips as if to hold me in place. My hips are gyrating against his face that much.
I’m suddenly desperate for more.
More of his magic tongue and fingers. His mouth that seems to know exactly what I need when I need it.
So, so close.
I’m so damn close. Right on the edge, right about to—
…Silver pulls back. His mouth and fingers disappear from my tingling, throbbing pussy. He climbs up my body and presses his lips to mine in a deep, searing kiss.
I taste myself on his tongue, the sweet and tangy taste turning me on even more. My pussy aches to feel him.
Not just his tongue but the rest of him.
His body presses against mine, his erection hard and bulging against my thigh.
He groans into my ear. “You taste so fucking good, baby. Do you feel just as good too?”
I shiver at the question. At how his warm breath brushes across my skin. His hips roll against mine, reminding me how close we are.
I simply whimper at the friction of my bare skin and his denim. Before he can even ask what I want next, I’m volunteering the information.
Maybe I’m that sick of waiting.
“I want you inside me,” I purr back. “I want you to feel you. All of you, Silver.”
His expression hardens as if he’s fighting to control himself. Then he nods and kisses me, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
We work together getting rid of his clothes. I handle his shirt buttons and help him shrug it off. Both our hands push at his jeans and boxer briefs.
Silver’s body is sculpted and rippling with tattooed muscle. It’s no surprise he’s kept himself in shape for any age, much less a man of forty-five.
He’s beautiful in the most raw, masculine way.
Defined muscle and hard angles. Specks of hair where it should be, like on his chest and a trail leading from his navel to his…
I lose my breath drinking in his big, fat dick.
He runs his fist over himself, the length hard and erect and dripping precum.
My thighs instinctively spread wider for him, making room as he settles in between. It feels so natural and comfortable that I can’t help smiling up at him.
His eyes gleam back as he holds my gaze and then kisses me some more.
If we were ever convinced this could be wrong, it’s in this moment that deep down we both know that’s not possible.
This can’t possibly be wrong when it makes us feel so good. When it feels so right as he brushes his dick against my pussy and tingling sparks fire off.
His throbbing, hot, velvety dick teasing my soft, slick, swollen pussy.
How could this be bad for me when I’ve never felt safer?
We kiss and fondle each other, his hand on my breast and mine boldly stroking at his dick. Together we guide him to my entrance, and he rests his brow against mine for a final moment.
It’s the last few seconds before everything between us changes. Before there’s no going back from what we’re about to do.
Then… he pushes inside and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
It’s instant pleasure. Instant hot tingles that explode from within. A rush of feel-good chemicals that quickly consumes me.
My memories of what happened with Kel are the opposite—his heavy pants, his clumsy gyrations, the burning pain juxtaposed with my inability to move or speak.
But with Silver it’s like everything pulses with life.
We kiss passionately, and my pussy walls stretch to take him. I gasp against his mouth as he fills me, so thick and velvety it’s indescribable.
“Tell me if it’s okay, baby,” he growls, nipping at my jaw. “You want me to keep going?”
“Yes!” I answer with another sharp breath. “Go ahead… I want… please… just fuck me.”
He kisses me all over my throat and starts to move.
His thrusts come slow at first. He’s once again acclimating me as his hips work and he strokes in and out of my pussy. I naturally clench around him, letting my hands grip at his muscly chest and arms as we develop a rhythm similar to a dance.
It’s his body pushing into mine and mine opening to take him. His dick slipping deeper and deeper as my pussy envelops him in wet heat.
As his pace quickens, the bed creaks under us. The headboard hits the wall, masked only by the throaty moans and ragged breaths we release.
All I can focus on is him—the weight of his body, the heat of his skin, the way he fills me so damn completely I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
Silver keeps me anchored to the moment even as pleasure burns through me. Any time my eyes are snapping shut and I’m losing myself to the sensory overload, he’s capturing my lips and kissing me back to the moment.
He’s biting at my jaw or squeezing my breast and tweaking my nipple. He’s seemingly mesmerized by me, never taking his darkened blue gaze off me.
His strokes deepen, sinking into me like he never plans on leaving. It feels so good to have him inside me, to take him as deep as I do.
My pussy spasms in response, begging for more.
Our hands can’t stay still. Mine roam across his shoulders, his back, feeling the muscles flex with every thrust. He grips my hips and then slides back up to cup my breasts.
He presses his brow to mine and his hips develop an even harsher pace, more of a pounding motion that once again takes me by surprise.
I gasp, taking him deep, thighs propped wide open. My nails sink into his shoulders as he kisses my throat and his dick goes deeper than I even realized possible.
The pleasure intensifies like a tidal wave gathering strength, growing higher and higher ’til I know it’s going to crash. It starts low in my belly, tightening and burning hotter, bringing me so close.
“Silver…” I pant. I can’t even speak right now. “I’m… ohhh!”
“Yes, baby,” he growls. “I feel that pussy clenching around me. Go ahead and do it—come on my dick like a good girl.”
My eyes snap shut as I do as he says.
I surrender to the intensity of the orgasm cresting inside me. I shatter on the spot, screaming out and clamping down on him.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes, wiping me out all at once. Suddenly I’m practically writhing from the orgasmic pleasure. My body twitches as I tip my head back and tiny fiery sparks shoot off from everywhere.
I’m so out of it for those few seconds I barely register Silver’s hips. His dick still buried deep as he pounds into me.
His mouth seals over mine in another passionate kiss, then he whispers into my ear. “Good girl. You’ve done so well for me, baby. You’ve taken my big cock like you were meant for it.”
I keep my eyes screwed shut as he fucks me to his heart’s content. I’m still so sensitive, entire body pulsing and pussy quivering, that it’s like I’m swimming in pleasure.
I’m drowning in it as his hips speed up and his thrusts are so deep, I’ve taken every last inch of him.
His pants are sexy and masculine. They’re paired with his grunts as he strokes away, then his muscles tense up and he’s coming inside me.
“Oh fuck, baby!” he groans, his hot release filling me up. “This pussy is so damn soft and hot… you have any idea how good it feels to come in you?”
But I can’t answer him because his orgasm has triggered a second one of mine. I can only thread my fingers in his hair as I shudder and my pussy clenches at him.
It’s messy and wet and we’re both overheated and breathless by the end. Silver has a drunken look about him, and I’m pretty sure I look just as out of it. But we’re both grinning as he lays down beside me and then presses a kiss to my jaw.
I bury my face against his chest, savoring this moment. So certain this was the right decision to make.
I was right for trusting Silver. For choosing to take back my control and experience my real first time with him.