Page 9 of Mr. Silver
Fearne
Iknow I probably should have insisted he take me home. I know I shouldn’t be doing this and that I’ll probably regret it in the morning, but the second his lips connect with mine I forget all rational thoughts and just feel. I feel every touch and every sensation he ignites within me, sensations that have been long forgotten or never even discovered.
With his hands on my arse, he walks us from the lift and into his flat. My eyes flutter open enough to take in my minimal surroundings as his lips kiss and nip down my neck. I focus long enough to know that calling this penthouse apartment a flat is doing it a massive disservice.
The next thing I know, the sound of a door slamming behind him jolts me back to reality before I’m lowered to my feet. The second his hands leave me, they go to his tie. It’s pulled over his head and dropped to the floor. His jacket soon joins it.
When his fingers start to pop open the buttons on his shirt, I step up to him and slap his hands away. His eyes darken in desire. He allows me to continue the job he started, his hands reaching behind me to find the zip of my dress.
I’m still for a second, feeling self-conscious, but as soon as his lips find mine once again all is forgotten. This man has some weird effect on my body, but I’m already beginning to love the fact he can make everything other than himself disappear around me.
Seconds after I push the fabric of his shirt from his shoulders, my dress slides down my body and pools at my feet.
Taking a step back, Scott looks down at me. My arms twitch, aching to cover myself up, but the desire in his eyes and his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he takes me in has confidence growing within me.
“Fucking hell. I knew the second I saw you in that fucking pink cardigan that you were hiding something incredible beneath it. Fuck.”
Stepping back up to me, his head drops to my neck and he kisses across my collarbones and along the lace of my bra. My breasts swell, desperate to be released. His fingers tickle around my ribs and I moan the second I feel the fabric peeled away from my body. Cool air has my nipples tightening before the scorching heat of his mouth surrounds one. My head drops back as some unintelligible words fall from my lips.
Fumbling with his waistband, I eventually manage to undo his trousers, and with his help push both them and his boxers down his legs.
It’s like I blink and I’m on my back on his bed with him staring down at me.
“How old are you?” The question falls from my lips without any consideration. I’ve been intrigued since the moment I first laid eyes on him. His face and body are a lot younger than his hair colour and fortune would lead you to believe.
“How old do you think I am?” he counters, his eyes crinkling with amusement. I can only imagine he gets asked this often.
“Thirty-five?” I ask hesitantly, not wanting to offend him while in this compromising position.
“Close.” Lowering his head, his lips find mine as he settles himself between my thighs. His hands squeeze my breasts and my back arches.
“Oh my God,” I whimper when he’s lowered himself down enough to suck my nipple into his mouth once again. But he doesn’t hang around, because just as I’m about to beg for more, he’s kissing down my stomach and hooking his thumbs into my knickers.
He pauses when his eyes find the scar on my lower stomach. I suck in a breath as I wait for him to ask, but he surprises me by continuing his trail down my body.
I moan the second he parts me, and I feel the stream of his breath race across my sensitive skin.
“Oh God, please.” Threading my fingers into his silver hair, I force his head towards where I need him most.
He wastes no time in flattening his tongue against me, licking up the length of my core and zeroing in on my clit.
“Holy shit, you’re tight.” He groans when he slides two fingers inside me and I clamp down around him. I force any memories I have of the previous times I’ve had sex from my mind, not wanting to ruin this before it’s even really started.
“I’m gonna—” My words are cut off as he bends his fingers at just the right angle. My orgasm hits me like a truck. Every muscle in my body pulls tight before it spasms as wave after wave of pleasure like I’ve never experienced before rushes through me.
When I come back to myself and look down to Scott, I find him rolling a condom down his solid length.
Sensing my stare, he glances up at me. His previously crystal blue eyes are much darker and filled with a hunger that makes my stomach clench. Nerves assault me.
“Don’t look so worried. I know exactly what to do with it.”
“It’s not that…it’s…” Biting down on my bottom lip, I fight to keep the truth inside. Now is not the time for this conversation.
“Fuck. You’re not a virgin, are you?”
I pause, considering how to answer. “Technically no.”
His eyes widen in delight. “Technically?”
