Page 78 of Silas

“Talk to me, Silas,” I breathe.

“What do you want to hear?”

“I…I really like it when you say bad things to me. Dirty things. I want to…I want to be bad with you. It feels good.”

He laughs, but it’s a dark, pleased sound. “Fuck, you’re incredible,” he growls. “Asking me to talk dirty to you while you play with my cock.”

Boldness wells up within me. He makes it possible, he makes me feel strong, like I can do anything, like I deserve everything. He makes me feel beautiful—sexy even. That was something I didn’t know I could be, let alone feel.

“Grind that sweet pussy on my thigh, Naomi. Touch your pussy. Yeah, baby, just like that. Fuck, you’re sexy. God, you have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.” He palms them both as he says this, cupping them and rubbing my nipples with his thumbs.

I brace one hand on his powerful chest for balance and stroke his huge, hard, pulsing cock with my other.

“I love the way your cock feels in my hand, Silas,” I whisper.

I feel…so bold. So powerful. I’m a woman, a sexual creature. I’m doing what I want to do, with a man who wants me. He makes me feel amazing, gives me orgasms and lets me touch him, and kiss him. He could have anyone, but he wants me.

“Fuck, Naomi. Fuck, I’m close. I’m gonna come.” His voice is a tight, hard sound, all gritted teeth and snarled words.

He’s thrusting into my hand. My clit throbs as I ride his thigh, but somehow I need more.

I lean over him, crushing my breasts between our bodies, burying my face in the side of his throat, feeling his pulse thrum wildly under my nose and lips, and I grind my clit against his thigh, feeling lost and shameless and wanton—and loving every second of it. Like I’ve come alive for the first time.

I stroke his manhood, and I feel it throb in my fist. Feel him buck into my touch as I caress him, as slowly as when I began.

But he needs more, and so do I.

I know what the most logical next step is, but I know I’m not ready for that. I want it with him, just not yet.

He’s growling, grunting, thrusting into my fist. Lifting his thigh to provide a better angle for me to writhe against.

“Oh fuck, Naomi. Fuck, I’m right there, baby.”

I’m close too—he wedges a hand between his thigh and my sex, fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy, and at the first touch, I come apart.

“Silas!” I cry out, my whole body clenching, spasming as I come.

Once I’ve begun, he lets me ride his thigh through the release, gasping and whimpering as my third and most potent climax yet torrents through me, leaving me a shuddering mess above him. My sex is slick and wet against his thigh.

He’s preventing himself from letting go, I realize. Making sure I come first.

“I want yours, now, Silas,” I whisper. “Show me. Please.”

He gently guides me off of his leg, but I drape myself all up against him, breasts resting against his chest, my still-spasming sex against his thigh, my leg draped over his.

I watch, then, as I caress his cock, using long twisting strokes from tip to root, cupping and massaging his balls the way he showed me he likes.

“Oh god,” he growls. “I’m…fuck, fuck. Naomi, god, fuck, I’m gonna come, honey. You’re gonna make me come.”

I want it. I need it. I need to know I have the same power over him, over his body as he does over mine.

He shoves one hand behind his head and curls up to stare down at my hand on him, while his other hand possessively grips my ass.

“Faster, baby. You wanna see me come? You’re about to. You’re gonna make me shoot my load all over myself. Oh fuck— fuck.”

He thrusts into my hand, and I speed up, faster and faster until my hand is a blur on his cock. I feel him throb in my fist, and I hold my breath, biting my lip in anticipation.

“Now baby, now—oh fuck oh god, there it is, Naomi. Watch me, watch what you’ve done to me.”