Page 132 of Thorns of Silence

“Wow, this is beautiful.” She seemed surprised. She studied the bedroom with an unreadable expression, and I couldn’t resist trailing a finger over the curve of her neck.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror, and an arrow of heat shot straight to my groin. I didn’t think. Even if I had, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself. I stepped closer to her until her back met my front, my cock nestling against the curve of her ass.

Her scent of fresh spring rain surrounded me and filled me with fierce longing. This woman made me burn hotter than an inferno. I watched our reflection in the mirror, her breasts rising and falling with each movement.

She looked wild and untamed with her red curls framing her face and her lips parted temptingly. Goddammit, I wanted to fuck her like this, standing up, watching as I thrust into her from behind.

Before I realized it, my hands were on her shoulders, cutting a path along the soft flesh of her neck. She was tense, I could feel it in her muscles. I acted on instinct and began massaging her shoulders, kneading the rock-hard knots.

Her beautiful, lush lips trembled. She hesitantly turned around to face me and I fully expected her to shove me away, to scold me. She did neither. Instead, she stood there, waiting.

I reached a hand out and stroked her bottom lip. What she did next surprised me. Darting her tongue out while keeping her eyes fixed on me, she licked the pad of my thumb. She licked and sucked with such enthusiasm that I wanted nothing more than to push her down onto her knees and see her lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me down.

It’s too soon, my brain warned.Win her over first.

I yanked my finger and cupped her face so she’d read my lips. “On your knees.”

Great, now I was a hypocrite too.

She blinked in confusion but didn’t question me. She sank down to her knees, looking up at me with her lips parted and cheeks flushed. My dick hardened painfully in my slacks and her eyes dipped to my groin.

My reason and my cock battled as I fought the need to fuck her mouth. I craved her, yet I wanted to do right by her. I’d turned her world upside down, and although she came willingly—which I was still suspicious about—I couldn’t help but think she was hiding something.

She reached for my belt, making the decision for me, but I grabbed her hands. She yanked them out of my grip and signed, “I want to suck your cock.”

Jesus H. Christ.

It was game over.

But I had my own demands too. “First take your shirt and bra off. I want to see your tits as you suck me.”

To my shock, she obeyed. I watched as she stripped her shirt off and unhooked her bra, her tits spilling out. My chest rose and fell rapidly as adrenaline rushed to my head. Both of them.

“Now, take my dick out and suck me.”

Her hands slid up my thighs, skimming over my length through the fabric of my trousers. A growl tore from my throat. If she didn’t hurry up, this would be over before we began, and that’d be unacceptable.

She flicked open my belt, then unfastened my trousers. Her fingers brushed lightly over the ridge of my cock and I shuddered. So close. Not close enough. She took me the rest of the way out, her eyes locked on my length. She licked her lips but made no move to take it into her mouth.

I grabbed the nape of her neck and pulled her forward while fisting the base of my shaft with my other hand. “Suck it and keep your eyes on me.”

She opened her mouth obediently and I thrust inside, all the way to the back of her throat. Her pale skin turned red, but she didn’t fight me. Her eyes filled with tears, but she looked at me with… trust. Fuck, it couldn’t be.

Apparently all it took was a blow job to become fully delusional.

Cupping her cheek, I said, “If it becomes too much, tap my thigh.”

She blinked her agreement and opened her mouth wider. I pulled out, and she inhaled deeply before I thrust in again. She licked my cock and hollowed out her cheeks as I started to fuck her throat harder. Deeper.

She didn’t tap out, no matter how ruthless my movements grew. Spit and tears covered her chin.

“So good, dandelion,” I grunted, nearing my peak. “You’re mine. Made only for me.”

I didn’t know if she could read my mouth, but I could tell she loved it. Her eyes brightened and a moan vibrated in her throat. I fucked her mouth with rough strokes, my hand on her nape, guiding her.

She gagged and I stilled, but I didn’t pull out. I waited until she recovered, took another breath, then advanced a bit more.

Her eyes locked on my face. “You’re doing so good. I’m going to come so hard. Just a little more.”