Page 72 of Silas

I leave my fingers lodged deep inside her spasming channel and swipe my thumb over her clit as fast as I can. Within the space of a breath, she’s lifting up off the bed, breasts arched to the ceiling, ass tilting upward, head thrown back as a powerful orgasm rips through her.

She’s so fucking beautiful it almost hurts to watch her come, yet I don’t dare even blink because I don’t want to miss a single millisecond of it.

When she drifts back down to earth, she looks dazed, almost lost. I gingerly pull my fingers out of her—they’re coated with her essence. Her eyes fix on me, a giddy, delirious, happy grin lighting up her whole being.

“Silas…wow.” She laughs, the first expression of true joy I’ve heard from her. “Just…wow.”

I laugh. “God, you’re fucking amazing, you know that?”

“Me?” She asks, with a little shake of her head. “What did I do?”

“Trusted me. Let me touch you. Let me make you come.” I bring my fingers to my face, letting her see how they’re slick with her juices.

I move with slow deliberation, putting my ring finger into my mouth and licking it clean with an unfeigned groan of delight.

“Like honey,” I murmur.” That’s what you taste like.”

“Oh,” she whispers. “You…youlikehow I taste?”

“Fuck yes,” I say. I move my hand toward her face. “Open up.”

“Wh-what?”

“You want to know what you taste like?” I touch the tip of my still-coated middle finger to her lips. “Taste yourself, Naomi.”

Her brow wrinkles. “I…” The pink tip of her tongue glides over her lips, and her eyes fly wide. Her mouth opens, and she takes my middle finger into her mouth.

Fuck.

Watching her lips close over my finger, taking it to my knuckles, sucking and feeling her tongue flick, slide, and taste…fuck. My cock is so impossibly hard it hurts with a pain unlike any other. I’m fucking desperate to release, but I categorically refuse to make this about me.

I try to hide a wince as I twist and flex my hips in a vain attempt to alleviate the pressure.

My finger pops free of the hot wetness of her mouth. She grins. “It’s…weird.”

I laugh. “Best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

The aching, unrelenting pressure in my groin is too much to bear.

I lean down and kiss her. “Be right back.”

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom.”

She can sense something. “Silas, what is it?”

“Nothing.”

Her brow furrows. “You’re not telling me the truth.”

“It’s nothing you need to worry about right now, honey. It’s all good. I swear.”

She shakes her head. “Please, Silas. Don’t hide things from me.” Her quicksilver eyes are soft and pleading and tender. “Whatever it is, I can handle it. I want to know. Please?”

I roll to my back, wiping my face with one hand. If I tell her, she’ll feel compelled to do something. But…how can I deny a request like that?

I can’t.