Page 10 of Silver Fox
Nevertheless, I keep my eyes on her face, watching her just as closely as she’s watching me. She lets out a low, quiet moan when I begin to massage her feet.
Her head falls back onto my bed, but then I hear a giggle.
“Ticklish?” I ask, continuing to roll my thumbs against the ball of her left foot.
“No, this is justnothow I expected to end the day.”
I bark out a laugh. “The day ain’t over yet, pretty girl.”
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Skye
Thisisinsane.Utterly,completely,ridiculouslyinsane.
I woke up this morning in my twenty-five dollar Walmart bedding, next to my insane rescue cat. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Brett wearing his ancient gym shorts, the elasticated waistband barely attached to the rest of the fabric—the brand new ones I got him for Christmas sitting untouched in his underwear drawer.
And now I’m in an Instagram-worthy apartment, with a guy that aged like fine wine rubbing my feet?
Insane.
A gasp chokes out of me when I feel the unexpected press of Silas’s lips against my ankle, followed by the rough graze of his stubble across my skin. The differing sensations only heighten my desire—but not as much as the way his lips return, this time a little higher up my leg.
And again, and again, and again, until he’s brushing against my knee and I’m whispering, “Silas.”
Silas smirks, the cocky bastard, but I see his eyes flick between my legs.
Thank goodness I’m wearing my sexy, fuck-you-Brett panties.
You know what, after this I should call them my sexy, fuck-me-Silas panties.
His kiss reaches my mid-thigh, and my pussy is lighting up like dynamite, arousal drenching my panties. No one has ever touched me like this; the slow, teasing crawl upwards. I roll my hips, trying to entice him further, but Silas takes his time, those predatorial blue eyes never leaving me.
“Please, sir,” I whisper, letting my hand burrow into his greying black hair. The strands are silky soft, and I resist the temptation to yank him to where I need him. “Please go higher.”
“But you’ve been such a naughty girl.”
I moan, my pussy clenching around nothing. My reaction is visceral and unexpected and unstoppable, and I feel like a rabbit in the clutches of a wolf, waiting to be devoured.
A smile spreads across his face like wildfire, hot and intense. Silas runs his fingers up the outside of my thighs, hooking them into my lacy panties. My legs close, allowing him to slowly roll the fabric down.
“You’re soaking,” he comments, his attention on the panties scrunched up in his hand. He presses them against his face, deeply inhaling and letting out a groan. “You smell so fucking good.”
“Do I?” I whisper, enthralled.
Silas hums. “I wish I didn’t have to punish you.”
“What… what are you going to do to me?”
There’s that intense grin again, and he slips a large, strong hand in between my legs, pushing them apart to expose the gleaming wetness within. My pulsing clit is on display, and I whimper, expecting stimulation to come.
With a devilish look, Silas simply bends and blows a cool, teasing stream of air towards it. I can feel his warmth, so close it’s almost stimulating in itself.
“I need more,” I beg. “Please, sir.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing.” He blows again, sensitizing me like crazy, my hips rocking towards him in search ofmore. He edges a finger around my pussy,justoutside where I need it.
Another gust of air. He’s driving me crazy, and I twitch, desperate for more. “Then why aren’t you touching me?”
