Page 127 of True Honey
The back of Silas’s neck was dripping in sweat that pooled down between his shoulder blades and showed off the edges of all his strong muscles. I licked my bottom lip to keep from biting it at the sight of him.
I pressed my face into my hand, hiding the blush that spread across my cheeks as I sat on the edge of the bed. Silas eyed me and raised his eyebrow, a smirk growing on his face while Cael complained that he was being a fun vampire.
“On second thought, my card is on the counter. Treat the team to something nice, go all the way to Lorette…” he said, never taking his eyes off me. “Take your time.”
“And take Auggie,” I added quickly as Cael spun out of the door frame with a victorious yell.
“You’re both disgusting,” Arlo grumbled. “Use protection.”
Silas chucked his work gloves at Arlo as he wandered out of the room.
I leaned back on the bed, propping myself up on my elbows.
“We’ve haven’t been alone since they all came home from Pittsburgh, that was six days ago Silas Shore,” I said, my voice lacking patience. “Please use your time wisely.”
“I plan to.” He stripped from the sweaty shirt and threw it aside.
“Thank-you,” I giggled as he came toward me. I scooted back on the bed using my feet to push me but he grabbed my ankle, tugging me back to him for a hungry kiss. His lips were demanding as he pushed my legs apart with his kneel, positioning himself between them. He unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing slowly, peppering kisses down my neck and chest. His hand palmed my breast, bringing it to his mouth to suck the soft skin of one, and then the other.
It was slow and torturous.
“I know I’ve seen you every day this week but I missed you,” I whispered, roughly pushing my hands into his hair.
Silas chuckled against my skin, his hands moving to my waist. He slipped the pants from my hips, ridding me of both them and the underwear in a quick, gentle movement.
“Enough talking, let me remind you why you missed me so much.” He smirked, his hands moving to my thighs. Without warning he flipped me to my stomach, a tiny yelp leaving my lips as his hand came across my ass.
“I can manage that,” I said lazily, rubbing my hands in a wide circle on the mattress until they were tangled into the fabric above my head.
Silas unbuttoned his jeans, the sound of them falling open making my body tense as I waited patiently. He ran a hand over my ass cheek before spreading it apart and pressing his face between them, licking me in one long, deep stripe from behind.
“I love this view,” he murmured, his teeth finding skin and sinking in deep enough to make my hips rise off the bed toward him.
All his marks from the week before had faded and now that he had started, there was no stopping him until he had his fill. Silas bit down harder, marking my ass again. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he moved back to my center, licking and sucking at my clit. He was eating me out with a hunger that matched his earlier promise. “Fuck, you’re so responsive,” he breathed out, tickling the sensitive area without even trying.
My fingers dug into the sheets, unable to stay still as his tongue worked in firm circles that wound the cord inside my core tight. My body tensed and without warning he plunged two fingers inside and began to pump them back and forth while his other hand reached around to rub my clit in rough circles. Determined to make me come undone before we even got started.
“Come on, Baby.” He encouraged.
My hips lifted at his words, my knees rising and digging into the mattress to keep me from shaking as he worked the orgasm from me relentlessly. As I came he didn’t stop, his fingers continued to work inside of me pressing against that sensitive g-spot perfectly. He added a third finger, stretching me wider as my juices coated his hand and dripped down my thighs.
I practically collapsed against the bed when it rolled through me, my body completely wracked with pleasure. Silas’s tongue licked a long strip up my thigh cleaning the skin, ending with a line of kisses over the curve of my ass.
He positioned himself behind me, his cock pressing against my still sensitive core. He didn’t give me a moment to recover, thrusting inside of me in one hard stroke. Three months after our courtroom wedding, Silas had gone out and gotten a vasectomy. We had talked for a long time about the effect it would have on me to go through that again. And he didn’t care as long as I was sure. He booked the appointment the next day claiming that he had enough kids to look after and all he really wanted to do was and I quote, stuffed completely full of him,‘I want to fuck my wife raw.’And boy, did Silas Shore know how to keep a promise.
“God, I’m spoiled,” I said out loud as he began to fuck me relentless, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the bed creaking under the weight of his blows filled the room. With everyone gone there was no reason we had to be quiet and fuck it was incredible.
“Look at me,” he demanded, hooking one of my arms behind my back, changing the angle and hitting me even deeper as I turned my face to look at him over my shoulder.
Silas’s jaw was clenched, his eyes locked on mine. He wanted to see my face, always watching to make sure I was there with him even after all this time. His hand wrapped around my hip, pulling me back onto his impressive length with each thrust. “Keeplooking at me, Drew.” He demanded, his voice strained and breathless.
As we grew closer to the edge his hand reached out and he pulled me back into his lap. His chest against my back as he guided me up and down his shaft. His hand pressed flat to my lower stomach, applying just the right amount of pressure.
I collapsed against him, swearing under my breath as I rested my head on his shoulder and cried his name to the ceiling. I could feel him in my fucking stomach when he did that with his hand and he knew exactly what he was doing.
His mouth found my shoulder and his smirk grew against my skin before he sank his teeth into the untouched surface. Silas continued to control my movement, pushing me down onto his cock harder and faster. His hand stayed possessively pressed against me as I came apart completely, nothing more than a trembling mess in his arms.
“Like riding a bike.” He teased.
