The need to jerk her hips upward was almost more than she could bear. The need to widen her legs, whimper and beg for more had her mouth hanging open, unable to articulate clearly.
“Silas…” she mumbled.
She could feel herself getting wet, as his finger dug into her in a place she’d never dared even think about, let alone touch. He caressed her softly, igniting a fire inside of her, and she could keep quiet no longer.
“Yes, darling? Do you like that?” he asked, his voice velvet soft.
She nodded frantically, and moaned aloud, her hips canting upwards, making inarticulate noises of want and need.
“That’s a good girl. Enjoy it. It’s all for you,” he whispered into her ear, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
He began to kiss downward, pushing her shift off her shoulder, scooping out her breast in order to suckle on her nipple.
She trailed her hands up and down his back, moving his shirt out of the way and reveling in how sculpted his back was. Then he gripped both her thighs, pushing them up towards her waist, and began to shimmy downwards.
“What are you—oh!”
Next thing she knew, his head was buried in her nether regions.
She gasped, in shock, trying to buck him off but then he did something with his tongue that had her entire body weakening and softening her mind going blank with bliss.
“Oh…” she moaned, her hands spasming slightly, as she lay pliant beneath him, his tongue working miracles on her nerves.
“You like it?” he murmured.
She nodded, unable to form coherent words.
“So, moan for me. Show me how much you like it, my sweet,” he said, then he continued to explore.
He tested out what reactions she had to different types of kisses and licks, before focusing on the spots that produced the loudest sounds, the most desperate pleas.
“Yes, that feels… amazing,” she cried when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Silas, I—I?—”
“Mhm,” he murmured against her, as she tumbled towards some unknown apex. “Let go, Helena. Give yourself over to pleasure.”
As he continued, his tongue hot and wet, his hand gripping hers, Helena had the feeling of being swept towards something. The tension in her body grew, climbing higher and higher like a crescendo of a great symphony, before reaching what felt like a breaking point.
Crying out his name, she tumbled over the edge.
It felt as though she was falling. Or flying. Either one. The wave of pleasure that crashed over her was so intense as to be overwhelming.
As she began to come back down from her peak, she found that she was trembling.
Silas climbed back up the bed and settled next to her, kissing her deeply.
“I think you’re ready for me now,” he said and place his hips between her legs.
“Ready?” she blinked in confusion.
She expected that he would put her legs down. Instead, she felt him questing along her entrance before pressing in slowly.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, tensing slightly.
“Relax. I’ve got you now,” he murmured and leaned down and kissed her, nipping at her lower lip and running his fingers up and down her thighs.
Completely under his thrall, her body relaxed and he pressed deeper into her. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced as he went deeper and deeper, the immediacy of him almost too much, the intimacy of his body joining with hers like nothing she could possibly ever have imagined.
“Oh!” she cried out, hips canting upwards and accidentally pulling him deeper into her.
