Page 69 of The Sound in Silence

I don’t think I could if I wanted to.

After the other night, after the dream, I incorrectly began second-guessing us. Perhaps he was finished with me. Maybe he missed being in control. So many doubts that were clearly me being me. He’s not ending this. He wants it. Me.Us.

He smooths his hand over the piano top by my hip. “You know, when I purchased this, a fantasy to take you on the surface came to life.”

His fingers trail over my thigh and toward my centre. He pauses there, eyes on mine, before sliding two fingers through my wet slit. My body opens for him, my legs falling wide, as my silent cry fills the room.

“Wet already and I’ve barely touched you. This is how I know this marriage is meant to be. We’re made for one another,sirena.”

I’d like to believe that statement, even if he’s only saying it from a place of passion.

With my heels digging into the hard surface, I lift my hips and arch my back, chasing his touch, pushing his fingers over my clit. With an arched brow, I challenge him.

Touch me how we both want you to.

“So good at giving commands,” he croons. “You know exactly what you crave, like a perfect, little queen.” His hand stops, his index finger poised at my opening and my breathing stalls, seconds away from rocking my hips and taking him into my body myself. “Myfucking queen, Ariella. All mine.”

With that statement, his finger sinks inside me, curling and immediately finding the place I’m most sensitive. He strokes the spot roughly, somehowknowingwhat I enjoy. Not to be treated like a princess, not in this, but rather, a queen. My head thumps back onto the piano, unable to watch any longer as pleasure tightens my eyes together, my mind focusing on only one thing: the spark igniting within me.

His finger slips out only to add another, stretching me slightly as he re-enters. My cry isn’t silent this time, my moan low, and I punch the top of the piano as my orgasm very quickly rises to the top, unable to be tapered after so many years of being untouched.

“Command me, Ariella. What do you need from me?”

Everything.

But his previous words about tasting me echoes in my head again, so I reach my hand into his hair, snagging a clump of his hair as I urge his face between my thighs.

“That’s exactly what I was hoping for.”

His head lowers beneath my strength, not that I think he needs further encouragement, and his tongue swipes up my centre before nipping my clit between his teeth. He bites down lightly at the same time his fingers pulse against the spot inside me again.

And that’s it for me.

I chase the instant high, heels digging into the piano as I rock on his tongue, fucking his fingers in and out of my pussy roughly. He doesn’t stop me, doesn’t pin me down, just allows me the control to feel my orgasm how I need to. My hand presses as heavy as I can onto the back of his head, ensuring he doesn’t think to abandon me now of all times.

When the pulsing inside my core slows, and my breathing evens out, my hand sliding limp from his hair, he lifts his head, but not before gently biting the inside of my thigh. “Hottest fucking thing in my life.” His fingers gently pull from me and he reaches up with his other hand, flicking off stray strands of my hair from my face. “How will I ever be able to stop touching you,sirena?”

You don’t, that’s how.

Once my hair is off my face, his hand drops to the edge of my dress, to tug it down, baring my nipples one by one. Cool air greets them, making them tighter than they already were.

“These deserve to be worshipped and I’m glad to be the one who gets to.” He lightly tugs on each nipple, my core pulsating in tandem with his touch before sucking them each in his mouth. His teeth scrape the sensitive skin of both before kissing his way down my body, right back to my core.

My legs fall open again and his hands press down, holding me steady at the precise second his mouth covers me. Without his fingers accompanying his licks, this feels different. Less pressure and more easing, almost. His tongue drags slowly over my core, teasing my clit, my opening, but that won’t do. I grip his hair again, reclaiming control of his movements as I slowly rock my hips, creating a pace I’ll orgasm to.

He chuckles darkly, right into my pussy, the sound embedding into the deepest parts of me right before his tongue chases it. He fucks me with it, like he had with his fingers, and his eyes flash up, meeting mine. This is the memory that’ll live forever, seeing his tongue inside me, his hands massaging my flesh, and his eyes begging me to become his in another way.

A second orgasm hits me like a freight train. But more so, it’s very…wet.

Oh, my god, I’m not…

But I can’t stop it. With a moan and a final thrust, liquid gushes from my pulsing pussy, wetter than I’ve ever been, creating a mess I genuinely didn’t know I’d be capable of. I’veneverorgasmed like that before.

Erico’s licks turn to slurps as he cleans me, and my body slumps onto the piano, muscles limp and useless. But then a deep-sated curiosity to witness the mess I’ve created has me lifting my head, studying between my legs. It’s all over my piano, and him. He’s completely soaked withme.

While I’m downright mortified, Erico wipes the back of his mouth with his sleeve and chuckles. “I take back my earlier statement.Thatwas the fucking hottest thing.”

I gesture to the space between me and the piano, the mess, hoping he understands the urgency.

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