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"So beautiful," he murmured from his knees, kissing her stomach and pulling her tights down her legs. Natasha closed her eyes and ran her fingers through his hair with a tug. She loved how powerful his body was and how much he doted on her pleasure. There wasn't a selfish bone in the man's body, and she gasped when he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and licked a red-hot path up her inner thigh. His breath ghosted along the sensitive flesh between her legs, and she bucked her hips, trying to get closer.
"Please," she gasped, head thrown back wantonly. Silas' hands were steady at her waist while he held her up effortlessly, which was lucky as her legs were now shaking in anticipation of what was to come.
"Well, when you ask so prettily I can't say no." His teeth grazed her skin before he turned his attention to that bundle of nerves screaming for attention. His tongue moved against her, finally licking her with delicious friction.
Natasha gasped, her back arching while Silas began to move his tongue and lips over her with increasing pressure. She nearly cried when he caught her clit between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug. His tongue was there a moment later to soothe the ache while the hand firmly gripping the top of her thigh slung over his shoulder tightened on her. Natasha's heel dug into his back as she squirmed to get closer to his ministrations. A satisfied hum sounded from Silas when Natasha's hips started to buck. He was driving her crazy, and he loved it. He moved his hand from her thigh to loop around her waist and used his now free hand to help him bring his sweet girl to orgasm.
"Silas!" Natasha cried out when he slipped a finger into her, along with his eager tongue. A moment later, he shifted and added another finger while he rubbed his thumb against her clit. Silas turned his face to bite the thigh that was still propped up on his shoulder. The drag of his teeth pulled a whimper from Natasha, and she trembled at the increasing pressure from his skilled fingers. One of her hands slipped down to grasp at his shoulder, her nails scratching at him, while her other continued to tighten in his hair.
"Silas...Silas, more. More. Please!" Natasha's breath was coming faster now, chest rising and falling quickly. She was certain that if it weren't for her leg over his shoulder, she would have lost her footing from the tremors of pleasure crashing over her. She let out a keening sound as she chased her orgasm, that beautiful feeling of ecstasy pulling her under. Silas let out a hum against her flesh where he was all but enthusiastically devouring her. No, not devouring, but debauching; the thought came to her hazily, and she almost laughed, lost in the euphoria of her climax.
"More," she sobbed, sagging against him.
"Keep making those pretty sounds for me, baby," Silas grunted, once more catching her clit between his teeth. He worked on her for several more minutes, or maybe it was an hour, for all Natasha knew. She couldn't think in those sweet moments where Silas gave her the pleasure her body craved, and before long, she reached the peak of everything and crashed over the edge with a shout. The orgasm shook her in its intensity, and she fell forward into Silas' arms from the force of it.
Silas caught her with a soothing croon, "That's my baby."
Natasha wrapped her arms around him while her body shuddered in pleasure. "Silas, please."
"What is it, baby?" He nuzzled her neck, lips moving over her skin, peppering it with tender kisses. "What do you need from Daddy?"
Natasha opened her eyes and fixed him with an unwavering stare. "Fuck me."
Silas' eyes darted to the door, and she knew what he was thinking, so she caught his face in her hand and turned his attention back to her. "I want this. Now."
When he still looked hesitant, she shamelessly pulled out the big guns. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy."
Silas' eyes darkened when she said that. His pupils dilated, and he took in a ragged breath. "That's not fair, baby girl.'
"Don't care." Natasha leaned forward, giving his bottom lip a nip.
Silas kissed her before she could draw back, and she let out a contented sigh when he laid her down on the cold wood of the dance floor. He shucked his pants and shoes in a quick movement and came back to her with as feral a look in his eyes as she had ever seen.
"Does my little girl want me?" he asked, hands moving up her legs until he pushed them apart and sank down between them.
"Yes, Daddy." Natasha made another keening sound in her throat. She reached forward eagerly for him and almost wept when Silas hiked one of her legs up against his hip. He hooked an arm under her knee and leaned toward her until she felt the head of his cock pushing into her eager pussy.
"Please, Daddy," she begged, not caring that her voice sounded desperate.
"God. You're so beautiful. Perfect," Silas breathed against her skin. He moved forward slowly, pushing his hips against hers and let out a groan of pleasure when he sank into her. "Feel so good. My baby is s'good to me."
"Mmhm." Natasha wasn't capable of forming words at the feel of Silas sinking deeper and deeper into her. She dug her fingers into his shoulders when his hips were finally flush against hers. "God." She closed her eyes at how full she felt. Silas felt amazing, and she relished the feeling of him in and on her. The heavy weight of his body hovering above her was warm and welcoming, and the ache from him stretching her out was a feeling she relished. It had been so long since she'd taken a lover.
"Yeah, God, baby." Silas' body bowed over hers, and he leaned his forehead against her collarbone, kissing the delicate spot as he began to slowly move. "Feels like heaven."
Natasha said nothing but pushed her hips up to meet his, the cold wood at her back warm now so she was able to relax more. Silas moved up so he was looking her directly in the eye, his forearms resting near her head, and he groaned with pleasure and bit his lip.
"You're beautiful," he told her, hips beginning to snap forward with more force.
"So are you," Natasha said, repeating the earlier observation she had made of him in his apartment. Silas' mouth turned up at that, but he said nothing, only leaned forward to catch her lips in a messy kiss that had her gasping at the end of it. She raked her fingers up his back and let out a sob when Silas moved a hand between them and began to torture her clit with delicious circles.
"That's it. Come for me again, sweet girl. Let Daddy see you let go again. Wanna feel you squeeze my dick," Silas' voice rumbled against her. "Gonna give your Daddy another one?"
"Yes. Yes," Natasha gasped, her eyes closed.
"That's my good girl." Silas' fingers tightened on her, and he began to fuck into her with more power. "Be my good girl and come for me."
Natasha arched her back, knowing she was almost there. Silas taking her like this on the floor of a studio she had just danced in and taught in daily was beyond erotic. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, and she wanted to remember every second of it. Silas' fingers on her chin made her open her eyes. He had let go of her leg, and she immediately hooked her feet behind his powerful back as he thrust into her.
