Page 70 of Silas

“Okay. Please, please.”

“You want me to?”

I can only nod, gasp.

He hooks a finger in the waist of my panties and drags them down. I lift my hips and then my sex is bared, my skirt hiked up. He unzips that, removes it, and I’m totally naked for him. I feel his eyes taking in the sight of my nude form.

“So fucking perfect,” he whispers. “I’m gonna make you come now.” He kisses my breast, sucks on my nipple until I arch off the bed with a gasp. “I want to hear you, honey. Don’t be shy.”

He slides his finger down my sex. I gasp.

He does it again, and this time his fingertip drives between the lips. Another gasp.

And then his fingertip drills in, to where I’m most sensitive. I cry out, a high, shrill, breathless shriek. It’s like lightning has struck me, sizzling throughout my body, building the heat and pressure into a wild inferno, a blast furnace.

All from a single touch.

“Fuck, Naomi, you’re so goddamn sensitive. Making you come is gonna be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”

I can’t respond, not in words. All I can do is arch off the bed, letting whimpers and moans escape from between my clenched teeth. My hips drive my sex upward, into his touch.

“More?”

“P-please, Silas, please. Anything. Please.”

He laughs, a low grumble of aroused amusement. “The way you beg, baby…it’s the hottest fucking thing. I could come just from the way you beg.”

“Silas, touch me more. Please.”

I don’t know who I am. All I know is Silas, his touch, and the electric thrill of the way it feels. The heat and pressure are unrelenting, bombarding me, pressing against me in all directions from the inside, threatening to detonate, to make me combust into a melting puddle of nothing.

His finger swirls against me, and my hips follow, circling, lifting as if with a mind of their own.

Faster, and faster.

The more he touches me there, the wilder I feel, until I’m panting ragged breaths and gasping and whimpering. I’m not sure I can take any more, I’m not sure what will happen when I finally come apart.

I trust Silas. That’s all that matters.

“Fuck, honey. I want to taste you,” he snarls. “I have to taste you. Please?”

“Taste me?” I can’t make sense of what that means.

“I gotta taste this sweet, perfect pussy.” His words sound filthy, sinful…and beautiful. Exotic. Erotic.

“Oh—okay. Just…don’t stop, Silas. I…I need…I need…I don’t know. I just…”

“I know, sweetheart. I’ve got you. I promise I won’t stop. In about thirty seconds, you’re gonna feel like you’ve never felt in your life…” he trails off, sliding down my body, kissing my breasts, my belly, my hips. “I’vegotyou, baby.”

And then his lips touch my belly just above my sex. He kisses my thigh, near the crease of my hip, and I gasp. He kisses the outer lip of my sex, and I can’t breathe, can’t gasp, can’t believe he’s going to put his mouththere.

And then he does.

His lips touch my sex, and his tongue drives upward, sliding into me. Deeper. It’s wet and warm and kind of weird at first, and then…oh god, oh god, ohgod—

His tongue slides against me in that secret, sensitive place at the apex of my sex, and the inferno within me detonates. All the heat and pressure and fire and intensity combust and combine and crash all at once, and I’m wracked with a shuddering explosion that defies words, defies explanation. I can only scream, can only writhe as his mouth and tongue work at my sex. More and more and more, until I can’t even scream, stars bursting behind my eyes, electricity searing through me, juddering, paralyzing me, and still he licks, kisses, and sucks. I go limp, and I’m weeping, sobbing, overwhelmed, torn to shreds, stupefied.

He slides up my body and wraps me in his arms, cradling my naked body in his embrace and kissing my face and my hair.