Chapter 26 #2
His first lick is indecently thorough. Dragging his tongue from the curve of my ass up to my clit in one hot, wet sweep, the sensation blasts through me.
Choking, both my hands fly to the sheets, his only response a low chuckle buried against my skin.
Diving back in, his lips close around my clit, his mouth sucking hard.
Arching my back off the bed, I clamp a hand over my mouth to stifle the scream that punches up my throat.
Alternating between long, devouring licks and sharp, focused flicks, he pulls strangled moans from my throat before I can muffle them.
Sliding his hands beneath my thighs, he lifts me, angling my hips off the mattress, holding me suspended while he feasts.
Digging his fingers into my flesh, his nails are biting, the angle exposing every inch of me to that greedy mouth.
My entire body shudders as I bury my face in the pillow to stifle the scream that claws out.
Hearing it anyway, I feel him smile against me, wicked and satisfied, before he clamps his mouth around my clit again, sucking until my vision tunnels out.
Snapping my thighs tight around his head, he doesn’t pull back.
If anything, he groans, a deep, feral sound that vibrates against my core, pushing me higher, forcing me open while I crush his head.
His tongue thrusts inside me, slow then fast, an obscene rhythm that makes the heat spike into something unbearable.
His hand squeezes my throat harder when I buck.
“Take it,” he growls into my skin, voice muffled by wet heat.
Shaking uncontrollably, my legs clamp around his head so hard the muscles burn.
Holding tighter, he lifts my hips higher, my toes curling with unbearable pleasure.
Muffling another scream into the pillow, I feel the fabric soak with my breaths.
He eats like a starving man, mouth slick, chin drenched with me.
Every time I try to catch air, he changes the speed, the pressure, pushing me mercilessly toward detonation.
Threading my fingers into his hair, I yank. He groans, muffled, and keeps sucking.
Pulling back only to blow cool air across me, he makes me convulse, then dives right back in.
The muscles in his forearms flex with the effort.
Flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue, once, twice, three times, he latches on again, sucking like he wants my soul.
Biting the pillow so hard my jaw aches, my hips jerk, suspended off the bed, nothing supporting me except his hands and his mouth.
“Silas,” I gasp, everything in me ready to snap.
Trying to clamp my legs down, he pries them wider, shoulders braced against the inside of my thighs.
Moaning into me, the sound vibrates right through my clit, my whole body seizing.
My pillow does little to muffle my scream.
Pushing my hips up, smashing into his face, he holds, sucking, lapping, dragging me through the quake as he watches the shudder roll down my body.
The world goes white, pulse roaring in my ears, as he feasts on me like it’s the first real meal he’s ever had.
Slowing only when the quake rattling through me leaves a fine tremor in my thighs, his mouth stays on me until the last twitch subsides, tongue still teasing, drawing out every whisper of aftershock.
Then he pulls back, face slick, breathing hard, smearing the back of his hand across his mouth.
His pupils are blown wide with hunger and satisfaction all at once.
I’m still suspended halfway off the bed when he grabs my side and yanks, dragging me up the mattress in one smooth haul until my head hits the pillows.
Shaking, toes curled, chest heaving, he climbs up after me, the weight of his body pressing against me.
Letting my hands go straight to his waistband, I’m desperate for all of him.
Hooking my thumbs into the top of his boxers he feels so thick under the cotton, heavy and hard, the outline straining.
Dragging the fabric down with shaking hands, exposing him inch by inch until the whole length of him springs free, he’s hard as steel, flushed dark, veins standing out.
Breath faltering, the sight alone makes my body clench in anticipation, the idea of him inside me consuming my every thought.
Flipping me, positioning me on my knees, facing the headboard, he kneels behind.
Sliding his hand from my hip to the back of my neck again, his fingers lock there, pulling me upright until my spine aligns with his chest. Fitting his mouth to my ear, breath hot, his voice is raw with need.
“Keep that pretty neck right here in my hand.” He squeezes lightly, grounding me, coaxing me to trust the hold.
Utilizing his free hand, wrapping his fingers around his cock, he notches the blunt head between my folds.
Slick heat blooms as he drags it through my wetness, coating himself.
Trembling, he groans, forehead pressing to the back of my shoulder.
“Look how ready you are,” he murmurs, both praise and marvel. “You’re dripping all over me, Octavia.”
“Silas,” I breathe, the name shredded by want and nerves.
His hand squeezes my throat harder. “You want this?” he asks. Not soft. Commanding. “Say it.”
“I want you,” I pant. “I want you inside me.”
His cock glides lower, dragging through my slick until the head finds my entrance. He rubs there, teasing, circling the opening with slow, steady pressure that makes my thighs quake. “You need to feel every inch,” he whispers at my ear. “I’m big, baby, but you can take it. Ride it out with me.”
Nodding, I brace my hands on the headboard, breathing hard.
Groaning at the sight of me spread like this, knees wide, chest thrust forward, breasts still marked by his mouth, blood drying at my wrist, his grip tightens on my neck, thumb pressing into the hollow.
“Push back against me,” he orders quietly.
Obeying, I slide my hips back, letting my pussy swallow his head. The stretch is immediate, almost shocking. Gasping, my fingers dig into the headboard. Shuddering, I know he’s fighting the urge to slam in. “Easy,” he murmurs, voice low. “Nice and slow. I’ve got you.”
He holds me steady, letting me sink down in inches.
The burn intensifies, a tight, hot ache that borders on too much.
Whimpering, his mouth brushes my shoulder, murmuring praise.
“That’s it. Just like that. Relax for me.
” Spreading his knees wider behind mine, giving us a better angle, his cock sliding deeper as my body opens around him.
He moves his hand from my throat to my chest briefly, cupping one breast while I adjust. “Feel how snug you are?” he groans.
“You fit me so fucking perfect.” His hand goes back to my neck, holding me upright as he guides me down farther.
Nudging his cock deeper, pressing every nerve awake, my breath turns ragged.
Pressing a kiss to the side of my jaw, he gives me a fleeting moment of gentleness amid the storm.
Rubbing my clit with his thumb, I sink lower, the extra stimulation relaxing me just enough. Sliding down another inch, he praises me again. “Good girl. Take more. Take all of me.”
Finally, with one long exhale, I drop the last inch.
Fully buried in me now, thick and deep, he fills me to the brink.
Groaning into my ear, his voice is like music to my ears.
“Holy fuck, Octavia,” he gasps, his hand clamping my throat again, pulling me back against his chest. “Hold it. Don’t move yet. ”
Nodding, body shaking, I try not to clamp down on him too hard while my muscles acclimate.
Sliding his free hand down my stomach, drawing small circles over my clit, he coaxes the tension out.
“You’re doing so fucking good,” he praises, voice reverent.
“You feel this stretch? That’s me, inside every inch of you…
every inch yours.” His words melt some of the panic, turning it into molten heat.
When the burn eases into a deep, throbbing fullness, he shifts, his hand leaving my clit, grabbing my hip, his fingers digging in hard.
The other hand palms my throat, forcing my back into a tight arch.
“Stay right there,” he commands, voice low.
“Watch me fuck you in the mirror.” Pulling his hips back, dragging himself out almost completely, the withdrawal makes me gasp.
He waits a beat, letting me feel every inch leaving, then slams back in with a smooth, intentional thrust that knocks a cry out of me.
He wants me wrung out on his length, wants me to understand what it means to have him filling me.
Pumping slowly at first, he watches in the mirrored closet doors as he drives into me from behind, his hand wrapped around my throat, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. “Look how you take me,” he growls, the words a filthy mix of awe and command.
“Look at the way you stretch for me…this moment…this is ours.”
Whimpering, my eyes lock on the reflection, overwhelmed and hungry all at once.
Dragging his cock out of me, then back in, the motion is punishing.
With each thrust his hand tightens just enough on my throat to remind me who’s behind me, who’s guiding me through this.
He mutters encouragement in my ear, filthy and tender all at once.
“Relax for me. There you go. So fucking perfect. That’s it. Ride it out.”