Page 105 of Silas

I can only mumble an incoherent acknowledgment.

She gazes up at me. “I’m going to do this, Silas. I want you to let me. Okay?”

I nod, swallowing hard as her soft gentle fingers glide rhythmically up and down my cock. “Just…stop, if you need to.”

She slides her cheek across my skin, over my chest and down my belly. Her damp hair streams over my skin, a dark curtain cold against my flesh. Her breath is warm, huffing over the tip of my straining cock, now only scant centimeters from her lips.

Fuck, the anticipation is killing me. Every muscle in my body is isometrically tensed. I can’t breathe. Don’t dare move a muscle.

Her palm cradles my balls, playing with them, holding them. And then…

Her lips are hot and her mouth is wet and her tongue flicks tentatively over the weeping slit at my head. A taste. An exploration. My whole body jerks, and I force myself to relax, to breathe.

She lifts my shaft away from my body and caresses my length once more, and then grips around my base. I watch, panting short little breaths of anticipation as she wraps her lips around my glans. Oh god, her mouth is heaven.

Her tongue swirls against me, tasting me. She pulls away, releasing me, and cups my balls in her hand once more.

“You taste good,” she whispers. “You feel good.”

“Are you okay?” I ask.

Her only answer is to push her mouth over me, taking me to the glans once more, tongue slathering over me, tasting the pre-cum weeping out of me. Backs away, but doesn’t release me. Keeps her lips sealed around the head, and strokes my aching shaft with her hand.

I groan as she pumps me steadily. Until my hips start to rise to meet her touch. “Oh fuck, Naomi. Fuck, it feels so fucking good.”

She doesn’t respond, but I can tell my words affect her. She lets go of my shaft and cups my balls, tightly enough that it almost hurts, a heavy ache pulsing behind my navel and in my sack and my core and my shaft. She pushes her mouth down me again, taking more of me—exploring, testing. Seeing how much of me she’s comfortable taking. She pulls back before I reach her throat, but doesn’t pause. Her tongue swirls, moves against me, tasting.

She massages my balls steadily, gently, daring her fingers down to my taint. Takes me in her mouth again, and backs away. Again. Again. Slowly, she finds a rhythm, only taking the first few inches of me.

She’s all eager passion, now; I can feel the fear ebbing, receding, burning away. I feel her desire taking over, her ravenous sexual fervor for me banishing the last holdout of fear and memory.

My stomach tenses and my hips lift—it takes everything I have to remain still, to not wrap her hair around my fist and guide her movements.

Instead, I knot my fists in the blanket at my sides and growl wordlessly as heat waves of bliss ratchet through me, cranking higher and hotter, blasting outward to my extremities. My feet scrabble helplessly against the blanket, tucking my heels up toward my ass and letting my knees splay wide.

“Oh fuck,” I snarl, feeling the shattering edge of climax fast approaching. “Naomi, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck. Ohhhhhh…fuck,honey.”

She breathes a soft, pleased gasp and then moves over me, straddling my thighs to kneel above me, resting her tits on my thighs. I gather her hair and hold it away in one hand and cup her nape in the other, holding only, applying no pressure at all.

She takes me in earnest then, gliding her hot wet mouth down my cock hungrily, faster and faster.

“Naomi, oh god, fuck, I’m gonna come, honey.” I’m trying to hold back, trying to give her time to pull away. “Oh god, I can’t…oh fuck, honey. Naomi, oh…fuck…”

She squeezes my balls as she feels me preparing to come, feels my shaft throbbing against her lips. Her moan is a heated vibration against my pulsing erection.

“Naomi, I’m coming. I—oh god. Oh fuck, my love. Oh fuck. Ahh, god, oh god…Naomi…”

I explode with a shout, cum spurting out of me so hard stars scintillate behind my eyes and I feel her swallow furiously, and she slides her mouth further down, taking more of me than she has yet so far, until I feel the back of her throat pulsing around me.

I press my hand against hers, down between my thighs, guiding her fingers lower, pressing against me, showing her I want her to apply more pressure.

And oh god, she does. Her finger divots against my asshole, pressing, taking a cue from what I showed her in the shower.

Her other hand is wrapped around my cock, pumping me hard and fast as she keeps her mouth sealed around me, swallowing as I come and come and come. Only when the tidal waves of release begin to subside does she resume bobbing around me, licking at me with her tongue as droplets escape.

I arch off the bed as she milks every last moment of rapture out of me, and keeps going, licking, sucking, pumping, pulsing her finger ever so subtly.

When I think I can’t possibly come any more, she draws another mini-quake out of me, another hoarse groan and helpless spasming arch of my back and thrust of my hips, and her mouth continues to slide around me until I’m panting and gasping and going soft.