Page 72 of True Honey
“Silas.” His name was nothing but a deep moan off my tongue.
“Quiet,” he warned with a mischievous smirk. His thumb pressed down onto my clit sending me over the edge. He watched with satisfaction as my mouth dropped open completely speechless from the pleasure coursing down to my toes. He pulled his fingers out and pushed them into his mouth, sucking them clean.
Fuck.
“You’re being reckless to prove a point,” I huffed breathlessly as he pulled me from the counter into his arms and walked me to his bedroom.
“And you’re too stubborn to admit this is exactly what you want.” He kicked the door shut behind us and tossed me onto the bed. “No more thinking,” he said, pushing the hair away from my face and then wrapped gently around my throat as he kissed me again.
I shut everything off as he kissed down my neck, his other hand curled around my hip tightly. He hummed against my skin like he could feel my surrender and it only fueled every wet peppered kiss he left behind. His hand on my throat tightened slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to remind me it was still here.
Bradley had never touched me like that. He was so quick about sex, like he never wanted to be there. But with Silas it was slow, each touch meant to rattle me to the core. He broke the kiss, his eyes searching mine as I tried to hide the memories away and focus on how he touched me, how he looked at me.
“Turn over,” he demanded, his voice husky and commanding.
I slipped from my shirt, tossing it away from me and rolled onto my belly, sinking into the mattress. Completely unsure about what he was going to do but trusting him completely.
I felt the bed move and heard the sound of his clothes falling away before it dipped again. His hands skimmed down my back, fingers trailing over every curve and dip. His fingers hooked into the underwear in his way and rolled it over the swell of my ass and down my thighs. Once gone he settled between my legs, his hardness pressing against my ass as his lips brushed my ear.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered and my body tensed as it rolled through me, it was freeing being completely at his will. He groaned, his hands spreading my legs apart slightly. The wetness pooled between my thighs and my stomach clenched as he leaned down and pressed an open mouthed kiss to the small of my back, his tongue snaking out to taste my skin.
My hips sank into the mattress and I burned my face into the pillows as he took his time exploring my body with his lips, teeth and tongue. His finger undid the clasps of my bra with a simple flick, leaving it limp against my skin as he continued to move. Sucking, kissing and nipping at every inch of exposed skin as he slowly worked his way down my back. He moved lower, his tonguedipping into the crease of my ass before moving further down to my soaking core.
Silas moaned against my skin, his tongue swirling and lapping at my clit, teasing and sucking gently. He wanted to draw out every ounce of pleasure from my body before taking what he wanted. His hands gripped my ass firmly, spreading me wider to give him more room as my toes curled tightly. I tried to hold onto my dignity but it felt so good that I didn’t care how pathetic it was to come again, that time on his face instead of his fingers.
He growled in satisfaction, the sound rumbling from his throat. My body trembled with pleasure, every skillful stroke of his tongue pushed me closer to the edge. My fingers clawed at the sheets as my hips rolled back to meet his mouth, needing even more from him as the orgasm exploded through my body harsher than the first one. He slowed his tongue, lapping gently to prolong the shocks with a tortuous pace that heightened the already insane pleasure racing through my veins. His hands would leave bruises on my hips from the grip he was using to hold me against his face as I came.
Only after I was completely spent, my body shaking gently from the release did he pull back and admire his work. I looked over my shoulder at him with heavy eyes and pushed to my knees, presenting myself to him as his hand reached out to brush the swell of my ass.
The submissive pose turned his admiration into hunger, desire. His face hardened as he kneeled behind me, his large hands gripping my waist possessively. He rubbed his hardness between my quivering thighs, coating himself in my release before he positioned himself at my entrance.
I stretched out my arms above my head, sinking into the bed to lift my ass even more as he reached across for condoms in his nightstand. My fingers brushed against the headboard as I buried my face into the pillow and waited with nothing but euphoria calming my thoughts. His hand brushed against my raw skin, a groan leaving his lips before he thrust forward, impaling me on his thick length. My moans were muffled by the pillow, low and needy as he filled me completely.
His breath caught at sounds and I completely surrendered to his mercy. With one hand on my waist, he guided himself in and out slowly stretching me inchby inch. His other hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back slightly to look at him.
“Is this what you need?” He asked, his voice soft and husky, a harsh contrast to his sharp, unrelenting movements. I nodded in his grip, the hold on my hair tingling my scalp as his cock touched every single raw nerve inside of me.
He started moving more, his hips snapping forward with a delicious force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he thrust into me relentlessly. His hand in my hair kept my head pulled back, forcing me to arch my back and take him impossibly deep.
I gasped loudly as his movements became sharper, unable to form words or even think I sank completely onto him. The feeling of him buried that deeply inside of me completely erasing every thought I’d ever had for a brief moment of absolute silence. I tightened around him, unable to help myself and it drew the deepest moan from his lips, causing his hips to buck forward erratically. His cock throbbed, ready to lose himself completely buried in me. His hand left my hair and I whined at the release only for him to find my throat, cupping it with a perfect grip he lifted my chin with his fingers and leaned over my body so his lips met my ear.
“You’re mine, do you understand Drew?” His voice was low, demanding and unwavering in his command. “I’m ripping that fucking contract to shreds because you are all mine.” Every word was met with a sloppy thrust that made my mouth fall open in silent ecstasy.
His grip on my throat was making me dizzy in the most perfect of ways as his hips snapped forward and hit the spot inside of me that made my eyes flutter shut. His thumb pressed against my skin, as his tongue flickered across my shoulder, pushing the bra strap out of his way. His teeth dug into my shoulder with just enough force to make me cry out in pleasure as he claimed every fucking inch of me as his own.
“Say it,” he demanded, his words breathless and choppy.
I clenched around him, unable to stop it, unable to find the words as the third and final orgasm ripped through me like a strike of lightning. My knees barely held me in place as my body writhed beneath his thrusts.
“Drew,” he growled, his fingers digging into my waist. Silas wanted an answer I couldn’t give to him, not like this. He crashed into me again and again, chasing his own release. His body dripped with sweat, his muscles shining in the dim lighting casting through the curtains. It was all too much, I was too sensitive, he was too perfect and he looked like an angel as he lost all control.
With a final deep thrust he came with a guttural moan that tore from him as his hips stuttered. His forehead rested against my back as he slowly caught his breath, one hand still possessively around my throat. He carefully nuzzled my neck, placing soft kisses as he softened and retreated from between my thighs.
I was sore but in the best kind of way. I had absolutely never felt that good, Silas touched every part of me and left nothing to complain about. I rolled to my back, my fingers brushing over the small imprint of his teeth on my shoulder. I could feel the bruises forming on my hip from his fingertips.
He watched me with hooded eyes as I touched the mark, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the indention before shifting to lie beside me. One arm draped possessively over my thigh and rolled me into him, resting my leg over his hip as I curled into his side. There was no chance of me sneaking away from him in this position and he knew exactly what he was doing as his fingers dug into the underside of my ass to hold me close.
“You like doing that, don’t you?” I looked at him, his throat damp with sweat and his mouth red from kissing. I didn’t have to say anything more because his eyes flickered to my shoulder with pride.
