Page 13 of Silver Fox
And for some reason my brain decides this is the moment to whir into action. Doubt floods my bloodstream, and I realize that Brett and Sara were fucking inbroad daylight.
Something Brett and I never did. We hadn’t slept together more than a few times in the last six months, but when we did he always made sure it was in the dark, and now I’m wondering whether that was because he neverwantedto see me.
Fuck, the only reason I wore the black dress is because Brett never let me wear it, arguing that it revealed too much of my fat. He always insisted on floatier, looser dresses, saying that they hid my flaws. And now I’m questioning every interaction we ever had.
Silas suddenly bends down before me, his knees against the floor and his hands cupping my face. “Whatever you’re thinking about—stop it.”
My little pity party isn’t over, and I look away. “I don’t want you to see me.”
I leave the rest unsaid.I don’t want you to see me and change your mind.
And I definitely never want him to meet my goddamn sister.
“I’ve already seen you. I’m kind of offended you’ve forgotten the mind-blowing orgasm I gave you. Your thighs were squeezing my head so tightly I thought it was going to burst.”
I laugh shyly. “I was clothed then. The only things you’d removed were my heels and my panties.”
Silas pins me with an intense gaze, and I get the feeling he’s undressing me mentally. “How about this?” he says, pulling out his phone. After a few seconds, the ceiling light turns off, plunging us into darkness. The only sources of light are from Silas’s phone and the town’s lights outside—but then pinkish strips illuminate the ceiling recesses, under the bed, and behind the headboard, spreading a romantic hue through the room.
He puts his phone away, ridding us of the last of the harsh lighting. “Better?” he asks softly, his voice lowered to a rasp and his form an outline in the dark.
Somehow the change in lighting calms my mood. The soft pink is soothing. It’s not static, I realize, watching it intently. It moves like the ocean, softly undulating across the room. I let my breathing slow once more, and my mind along with it. Suddenly I never want to leave this bedroom. It’s a haven in an ocean of worry and self-pity. “Better. It’s gorgeous.”
Silas leans forward, pressing his lips against my cheek. His warmth brushes against me as he moves. “So are you, pretty girl. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. You’re stunning, and you don’t even know it.”
I blink slowly, my eyes lowered with desire.
His touch returns. As my eyes adjust, I can see him in the pink-hued darkness, lifting my hips to allow him to finally rid me of my dress. And then I’m glad he didn’t turn off the lights entirely, because I would have missed out on seeing his expression as he sees my body.
The abjecthungeron his face sends a shiver down my spine. “Fuck,” he snarls, rapidly undressing before pressing me back against the bedsheet. My thighs spread once more as he settles between them, giving my neck a sharp bite, and I gasp at the sudden pain. “If only you knew the things I wanted to do to you.”
“If you want me,” I say, biting my lip. “I’m yours… sir.”
4
Silas
SkyeyelpsasIflip her, dragging her up onto her hands and knees. “You sure about that?”
“I’m sure,” she pants, moaning into the comforter as my tongue delves between her folds, desperate to taste her again.
“I can’t get enough of your wet pussy, Skye.” I gather her essence on my tongue, eagerly swallowing it down. It heats my blood, hardening my cock until it’s all I can do not to spill. Drips of pre-cum collect at the end of my shaft, and I give it a teasing pump with my hand. “Fuck, I knew you’d be sweet, but this?”
Skye cries out when my lips close around her clit, sucking rhythmically.
“This is ambrosia,” I growl, spreading her with my thumbs and mapping her pussy with my tongue. “I want to wear your scent on my face all fucking day. I want your thighs clamping around my head again, holding me to your addictive cunt whilst you ride my face.”
I fuck her with my tongue, mining deep to get as much of her sweet cream as I can. “You’re so tight, baby,” I say, sliding a finger inside of her, and then two. “You’re going to be stretched to your limit around my cock.”
“What about your piercings?” she gasps between moans.
“Mmm,” I hum, adding a third finger into her slick heat. “You’re going to feel every rung on my ladder, massaging your g-spot.”
“I think they might be a myth.”
“G-spots?” I switch back down to two fingers, curving them down against her inside wall, rhythmically stroking until I find what I’m looking for. “This g-spot, you mean?”
Skye moaned into the Egyptian cotton on my bed. “More, more, more.”
