Page 83 of The Sound in Silence

She grins, shaking her head as she inches back down my body again, placing her pussy against my cock. She lifts onto her knees and in one hand, my length.

God, I want to touch her.Just to hold her hips. Not to control anything, but to help her.

But she doesn’t need my help. Pauses there, taking only my head into her entrance. I’m not inside her, but the feeling of needing to weep if she doesn’t lower herself becomes stronger every second she doesn’t.

“You okay?” I manage to ask. There’s no fear present in her expression but still, I have the urge to be certain. “We don’t have to do this.”

Every fibre of my being silently begs for her not to end this. I’ll respect it if she’s not ready, but will also require a cold shower if so.

She shakes her head and then lowers herself another inch, her mouth falling open as my cock stretches her tight pussy. My gaze is torn between wanting to watch her face and wanting to watch her pussy stretch to accommodate my size.

“You’re doing good, baby. Get yourself nice and wet for me. You need to lubricate my cock to accept you.”

She nods, and her free hand, the one not holding me, strokes down the front of her body and—Fuck.Two fingers rub at her swollen clit.

My fucking Christ.

She gets herself wetter, even though after her orgasm, she’s plenty fine, but I won’t end this experience for anything in the world. My arms lurch against the restraints, demanding to touch her, to help her with that pretty clit of hers.

She inches onto me again, my head disappearing inside her pussy and that steals every bit of my attention. She sinks another inch, hissing again.

“Give yourself time.”

She obeys, pausing, her eyes shut tight. After a moment, another inch, and my body is so fucking confused how to react. Either lose myself to the bliss or witness her take the rest of me. Ecstasy wins and my eyes clamp shut.

Then she taps on my cheek, and my eyes peel open. She crooks a finger toward her and then makes a sign with two fingers to my eyes, and then lines them up with hers.

Eyes on me,she commands.

With her making the choice for me, I return to watching her take my cock. She looks so fucking perfect, I’d freeze us in this moment if I could.

She releases me and sinks the rest of the way, lifting once and plunging down again. Her cry, feminine, husky, and a hint of her voice, mingles with my groan, both of us stuck in the moment.

And then she rocks herself, lifting onto her knees.

“Shit, fuck, Ariella. Wait.” My jaw clamps, my eyes shutting despite her earlier order.

Focus. Don’t come. Don’t fucking come.My arms yank on the bindings, seconds away from breaking the headboard to get freed.

She squeezes me so perfectly, it takes repeating the phrase three times along with a few steady, deep breaths, to ensure I don’t. That and the fact she actually listened when I said stop and froze overtop me. When I open my eyes and spot the downtrodden expression, I realize why.

Goddamn, the sight of her heartbreak ruins me.

“Out of your head. Whatever you’re thinking, isn’t it. You feel so fucking perfect, Ariella, and I’ve been dying to have you. If you don’t give me a second, I’ll come way too soon.”

Her lips purse, considering my words, but as fast as she does, it’s gone for the wicked siren to return and she winks. Lifting on her knees, my cock glides out of her halfway, and she sinks down. Three times she does that and three times I curse. My fists are so tight, my bitten down nails imbed into my skin.

I warned her. I fuckingwarnedher, but it’s there. Tightness runs through my balls, my abs, through my every nerve igniting my orgasm. This is almost embarrassing. I can’t come before she does again—this isn’t how I imagined this playing out. Ariella deserves to be dripping with desire, limp and wrung out from the numerous orgasms she has before I come.

“Fuck, Ariella. Fuck, fuck—”

She lifts onto her knees, my cock slipping completely out of her. The room’s air mingles with my cock, wet from her desire, but it’s not cooling at all. Rather, it heats me more. Draws attention to her absence.

She grins, her tongue dabbing at the corner of her lips as she sinks back onto me. I hit the deepest parts of her and she moans, her hands dancing up her stomach until reaching her breasts, and she’s pinching her nipples.

My orgasm returns quickly, and while I don’t warn her this time, she knows. Probably in my expression, probably in the way I’m yanking on her ropes, maybe even in my growl.

“Goddamn. Wife, you better fucking enjoy this while you can because when I’m free, I’ll—”

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