Chapter 12 #2
Moving with his mouth, our tongues met, hot and ready as we both moaned. My fingers dug under his shirt, skirting layer after layer of muscle as I moved up his torso. We broke apart only long enough for his shirt to be pulled up over his head and then his mouth was on mine again.
We moved backward as Silas pulled me, his hands on my hips and mine were up around his neck. Our kissing turned urgent as we made our way into the kitchen. He muttered something filthy against my mouth, and then I was being yanked up, my ass roughly settled on the surface of the island.
Silas settled between my spread legs while keeping his mouth secured to mine, until his hands moved to my hips again. He traced the fabric of my thong while smiling against my lips.
“I’d like to ruin this.” He snapped the strap at my hip.
I returned the smile, my mouth still desperate for him. Spreading my legs farther, I pulled away and said, “I think you already did…”
His eyes dropped to the apex of my thighs with a feral gleam. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist, so I leaned back on my elbows so he had a better view of my heavy breasts, puckered nipples and thong.
His mouth came down over my belly button, his tongue paving a path down to the top of my mound. He let loose a moan as soon as he encountered the fabric covering me.
“Hold very still, Caelum.” He pressed a gentle kiss right over my covered center, which was soaked completely through. His smile and appreciative groan went straight through me.
I couldn’t see his hands, or where they’d disappeared to until suddenly a knife was produced. It was more like a hunting knife with a serrated edge, broad tip and the handle was black, with the grim reaper’s scythe etched into it.
My mouth parted as the cool metal touched my thigh. Perhaps it’d been just too many weeks without his touch, but seeing the hunger light up his eyes as he stared at my center had me ravenous.
I wanted to move, shift and push into the tip to feel him draw something out of me. I’d always loved the way he fucked me, with ruthless abandon and complete and utter worship, but adding in this element of danger had me craving more.
“You’re shaking,” he rasped, slowly dragging the tip of the knife along my thigh, until it was gliding right at the edge of my thong.
“I know it’s not from fear, Caelum…no this is something much worse.
You think you want me to push against this perfect skin, draw blood and swipe it up with my tongue? ”
A moan erupted from my chest as I dared to lift my hips the smallest bit.
With a hiss, his free hand held my opposite hip in place. “You’ve missed me.”
“More than you fucking realize,” I choked out; a gasp caught in my chest as desire writhed low in my belly.
His tongue clicked as the blade cut through the fabric at my hips as easily as warm butter. Silas gently pulled the black fabric away, exposing my slick pussy to the cool air of the room.
“You know I’d rather use this knife to carve out my own heart than mark a single piece of you. So you’ll have to stash that little fantasy away because I’ll never be able to take the look of blood on your skin. Not while there’s a heart beating in my chest and air expanding in my lungs.”
Now that I knew he wasn’t going to use that knife against my skin, I lifted my hips in a silent plea for him to fuck me.
“I will, however, let you play with my knife.” His voice dropped into a husky promise as he flipped the knife, the blade pointing at the ceiling as the butt of his handle was used to gently pry my pussy lips apart.
“Oh my god.” My head fell back as Silas used the smooth metal of the handle in the most prolific way.
“I think I might decide to keep this knife after all. It was a gift for you, but seeing it slide against your greedy pussy has me reconsidering.”
I lifted my head to watch as he used the tip, bobbing up and down in the air as he adjusted and moved the end along my slit. I was soaked, near combusting, as the harsh edge hit my clit. Warm fingers held the handle firmly in place while Silas hovered above me.
“Show me how desperate you are, beautiful. Can you come from simply fucking this knife?”
Another deep moan left my chest as I began to shake.
The sounds in the room were obnoxious as I moved my hips with abandon, fucking the butt end of his knife with recklessness.
Wetness seeped down my ass and onto the counter as Silas watched me lose myself to the sensation of this thick object being used to get me off.
My breathing increased, heat crawling up my neck and face, not from shame but exertion.
“Silas,” I gasped, locking eyes with him.
He smirked down at the scene, and I knew how crude it must look.
The tip of his serrated edge was sticking up in the air while the handle of his lethal knife remained in my cunt.
Soaked and slippery from my arousal. I could also feel those firm fingers begin dipping farther into my pussy, while the metal remained against my clit.
It was too much.
“Fuck. Shit.” I shuddered as I came against the knife. My entire body felt wired and primed for him to take more, provide more. It was a powerful orgasm, but I’d had better from him. I needed him.
“I need you.”
He slowly pulled the knife up, and while maintaining eye contact with me, his pink tongue came out, licking every inch of the handle clean.
“So fucking sweet.”
This man would be the end of me. I lie there watching as a familiar jealousy overcame him and he tossed the knife to the side, and then gripped my hips in a vicious hold.
I was lifted, my pussy pulled closer while he descended and began devouring me. My legs were up over his shoulders, my back barely on the counter as he feasted, lapping at all the remaining arousal. He moaned so deep it reverberated against my clit, making me gasp in response.
His tongue divided my puffy lips, sinking deep into my center.
It was all-consuming, further soaking me and prepping me for the stretch of his thick cock that would be coming after.
I loved it and writhed against him. He’d be greedy enough to wrench another orgasm out of me, and I had a feeling that was his plan as his tongue slowly swirled over my clit.
It felt so good, my heels dug into his shoulders. I was mumbling something incoherent. I didn’t want another orgasm unless it was on his cock, so I tried to resist, but it only encouraged him to use that tongue slower, and languidly draw out my pleasure until I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
I screamed, and then I was being lowered while still moaning my second wave of complete bliss when Silas pushed three fingers deep into me, moving them rapidly.
Wetness suddenly squirted out of me, and Silas groaned his pleasure.
I hadn’t done that except for one other time when we were in the shower. He groaned deeply while pulling me off the counter. I must have missed when he lowered his jeans and boxers because he was naked against me as he carried me to one of the kitchen chairs.
He sat down and pulled me into his lap. I was still breathing hard, while he lined himself up with my center. My hands were on his shoulders, and then he was filling me with his fat, deliciously long cock.
“Silas.” It was a prayer, as I begged him for more. I’d already come twice, squirted, and now I was a filthy creature, desperate for him to fuck me raw.
His lips found mine as he moved under me, rotating his hips up, but the movement had my head falling back.
“Forgot what it’s like for you. Such a tight fucking fit, and all mine,” he rasped, his face tucking into my neck as I rolled my hips against him.
The wood of the chair creaked as I began taking control, fucking him as hard and as earnestly as I desired. Our eyes locked, until he picked up one of my breasts, and with slow movements, he licked my nipple.
It had me clenching around him. “More.”
He complied with a smile, moving to my other breast. Lapping slowly while I held onto the back of the chair and fucked him as hard as I could.
His mother could still come in at any moment; we both knew this, but we were too far gone to care.
She usually gave us a wide berth after Silas got back from a trip because we were insatiable for each other.
Still tucked into his small room on that twin bed, not caring at all that we’d once shared the space as kids. Now when we hit the bed, our clothes were shed, our mouths fused, and he was quick to slide his cock inside me.
“I need to fuck you harder,” Silas muttered into my neck, while picking me up.
I was deposited on the table, on my back. He liked to fuck me like this because he liked watching my tits bounce.
He slammed home, and I watched as every thick inch somehow made its way back inside me. Slick and veiny, his cock was perfect. I lifted my hips as he pulled out and drove in again, harder this time.
I jolted in place, my tits indeed bouncing as he nearly growled in appreciation.
This was what I loved. When he lost himself to his lust, his carnal side, and for all his talk of ensuring I never got hurt, he didn’t seem to realize how hard he held me, or how firm he thrust his engorged cock into me.
I loved it. Even as the table wobbled under us, and I shuddered with another orgasm. My fucking third in a goddamn row.
I was panting like I hadn’t had water in ages while he cursed and lifted my leg to get a deeper angle.
“So fucking deep. You grip me so well.”
I loved how he talked when he lost all sense.
He drove harder, which made the table slam against the wall with a thud and then another as he pulled out and filled me once more.
“Want to make you my fucking wife, and do this every day for the rest of my life.”
I was still coming down from my high when I processed what he’d said, but it hit like gold infusing my limbs. I couldn’t speak, I could barely even breathe as he finally came with a shout and shaking limbs.