fingers through my hair.
“Silas,” she breathes.
I’ll never get tired of my name on her lips.
I suck her other nipple and run my teeth along it, teasing her as she trembles beneath me, her entire body so perfectly sensitive. Moving lower, I pepper kisses on her stomach. Each one gets a little giggle from her, but when I reach her waist, she gasps as I grip her leggings and panties and pull them down.
Her pussy is already wet, the curls there soaked for me.
I look up at her.
She presses her hands to her cheeks in the most innocent way. No matter what we do here tonight, she will always be my innocent angel. My dreamgirl who will never be anything other than my wildest fantasy.
Pulling her leggings the rest of the way off, I move closer and inhale her scent.
She digs her nails into my shoulders. “I don’t know what I should--”
I plant a kiss directly onto her soft curls and delicious skin.
“Oh!” she gasps. “Silas.”
I run my hands up her thighs to her hips, then nuzzle even deeper into her cunt, just breathing her in, savoring her. And when I dart my tongue into her slit, she comes alive, her body arching against the door as I sample her clit.
With a groan I lift one of her legs and throw it over my shoulder. Her wet cunt is perfect, a pink lily bud ready to bloom. I knew it would be. I lean forward and open my mouth wide, covering all of her. Whipping my tongue out, I savor her from hole to clit, then go back for more, lapping up all of her.
She shakes, her body wound tight as I learn her every tell. Each breath, each moan, each sharp inhale. I make a map of what she likes in my mind, and I use my tongue to trace it over and over again.
Pulling back, I look up at her, the lust in her eyes, the beauty of her body. “I could eat your cunt for hours. Would you like that?”
“Silas,” she hisses and pulls my hair.
“I want to give you every bit of pleasure you deserve, dreamgirl.” I return to her pink skin and lick in earnest, suck every drop of her onto my tongue and down my throat. Easing a hand up her thighs, I press a finger inside her.
I groan, my cock so hard it almost hurts. “So tight.” I nip at her mound with my teeth, then continue laving her clit as I add another finger and pulse in time with my tongue.
Her thighs shake, her body trembling as I use the broad side of my tongue to swipe against her clit again and again.
“Silas, I can’t--”
I don’t stop, not when she pulls my hair, not when her hips lock, not when the lowest, sexiest moan rips from her throat as I continue to devour her. Everything in her tenses, then relaxes in waves as my name rolls from her tongue, her head thrown back as I give her the release she needs. I need it, too. I was a fool to think I could wait for this. She’s far too tempting, too delicious for me to resist her. Whatever danger comes, I’ll face it with her by my side.
She finally releases my hair as I continue to kiss her, marking her with my tongue as I lap up every bit of her arousal.
Her body shakes with little tremors, and she shifts her hips. “So sensitive.”
I give her one more open-mouthed kiss, then put her foot on the floor and stand. “Was that okay?”
She blinks languidly. “Okay? That was more than okay. I’ve never …” She trails off and then runs a hand down my chest, then lower to my pants. “Can I have a turn?”
I take her wrist. “This was for you, dreamgirl. You don’t have to give me anything in return.”
“But what if I want to?” She hooks her fingers in the waistline of my pants. “What if I want to see how to do it the way you like?”
Fuck. Me. I swallow hard, my blood humming through my ears as I consider her.
“Please?” she asks so damn sweetly. “I want to taste it.”
She starts to lower herself to the floor.
“No.” I take her wrist.
“No?” Her eyes widen.
“I mean, not here.” I lean down and kiss her. “I could never refuse you anything, Jamie.” Leading her through my place, I take her into my bedroom and place a pillow on the floor beside