The night was young, and with her like this, I had no intention of a silent night.
CHAPTER 31
Colette
Silas rolledme on my side, tugging me back against his hard frame. “I’ve wanted you like this since the first morning I woke up with your ass pressed against me, Colette.”
His breath was hot against my neck as he settled in behind me, his body molding perfectly to mine in the spooning position. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the slight sheen of sweat from our earlier rounds making us stick together in the most delicious way. His arm snaked around my waist, pulling me closer until his cock, still hard and slick from being inside me twice already, nudged insistently against my ass.
“Fuck, Colette, your body was made for this. Forme,” Silas growled low in my ear, his voice rough and laced with a filthy edge that sent shivers down my spine.
His hand slid up from my hip, cupping one of my breasts possessively, his thumb brushing over the nipple until it pebbled under his touch. He squeezed gently, rolling the soft flesh in his palm like he couldn't get enough. “These tits... goddamn, they're perfect. So full and heavy, begging for my mouth. Begging to be sucked and bitten.”
I arched back into him with a soft moan, my body stillhumming from the orgasms he'd wrung out of me. The pace was slower now, more languid, like we had all the time in the world to savor each other. His cock pressed forward, the thick head parting my folds from behind as he eased in inch by inch. No rush, just a deep, steady slide that filled me completely, stretching my pussy around him in a way that made my toes curl.
“That's it, baby,” he murmured, his lips grazing my shoulder as he began to thrust slowly, each movement deliberate and unhurried. His hips rocked against my ass, the rhythm building a gentle friction that had me gasping. His free hand stayed on my breast, kneading it firmly while his fingers pinched and tugged at the nipple, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core. “Feel how wet you still are for me? Your pussy's gripping my cock like it never wants to let go. I might fuck these tits later, watch my cum drip down them, but right now, I just want to bury myself in you like this.”
The intimacy of it all wrapped around us like a blanket, his chest pressed to my back, his heartbeat thumping against my spine. I reached back, tangling my fingers in his hair, urging him on as he pumped into me with those slow, deep strokes.
Every withdrawal left me aching for more; every push forward made me clench around him, milking his length. His dirty words kept coming, whispered hotly against my skin — telling me how tight I felt, how he loved the way my ass jiggled against him, how he'd worship my breasts every damn day if I let him.
We moved together like that for what felt like hours, the world outside fading away, leaving just the slick sounds of our bodies joining and the ragged edge to his breathing as he chased that slow-burning release.
Silas's thrusts grew a little deeper, more insistent, even as we kept that unhurried rhythm, his cock dragging along my inner walls with every slow plunge. I could feel him thickening inside me, the telltale pulse that meant he was getting close. His hand on my breast tightened, fingers digging into the soft mound as herolled my nipple between them, pinching just hard enough to make me whimper.
“Shit, Colette, you're gonna make me come again,” he rasped, his voice gravelly and thick with need. His other arm locked around my waist, holding me flush against him as his hips snapped forward a fraction harder, grinding his pelvis against my ass. The angle let him hit that spot deep inside, sending fresh waves of heat through me, but it was his relentless attention to my chest that had me teetering on the edge again too.
He shifted slightly, his mouth finding the curve of my neck first, sucking a mark there before trailing wet kisses down to my shoulder. Then, without pulling out, he maneuvered us just enough so he could lean over, his lips latching onto my free breast. He sucked hard on the nipple, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak while his hand continued to knead and squeeze the other one, thumb circling the bud in firm strokes.
“These fucking tits are mine,” he groaned against my skin, the vibration humming through me as he thrust deeper, his cock swelling. I clenched around him, my body responding to the dual assault — his mouth devouring one breast, his fingers tormenting the other. The pleasure built like a slow tide, coiling tight in my belly.
His pace stuttered, hips jerking as he buried himself to the hilt one last time. “Coming... fuck, yes,” he mumbled around my nipple, teeth grazing it lightly as his release hit. Hot spurts of cum flooded my pussy, his cock twitching with each pulse while he kept sucking and squeezing, like he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. The sensation of him filling me, combined with the way his mouth and hands claimed my breasts, pushed me over too — my walls fluttering around him as I came with a sharp cry, riding out the waves in his unyielding grip.
We stayed locked like that, his lips still pressed to my breast, breathing heavy against my skin as the aftershocks faded, his hand idly stroking the curve he'd just worshipped so fiercely.
Silas's cock softened inside me, still buried deep, his cum warmand slick between us as our bodies settled into the lazy afterglow. He didn't move to pull out, just let out this goofy, contented sigh against my skin, his lips still latched loosely onto my nipple. His tongue swirled slow and lazy, like he was savoring an ice cream cone on a hot day, sucking with these gentle, unhurried pulls that made my breast tingle all over again.
I shifted a little, feeling the sticky mess where we were joined, and he mumbled something incoherent around my flesh, his hand sliding up to cup the other breast, thumb brushing over the damp peak in lazy circles. “Mmmph,” he groaned, finally popping off just enough to speak, his voice all muffled and dopey from the haze. “Don't wanna pull out yet. You're so soft and warm, like... like a fucking hug for my dick.”
I couldn't help but laugh, a soft, breathy sound that had me clenching around him involuntarily, which made him twitch and bury his face deeper into my chest. He nuzzled clumsily, beard scratching my skin as he latched back on, sucking lazily again, his free hand fumbling to hold me closer like he might slip away. It was ridiculous and sweet, his hips giving this tiny, awkward rock like he was testing if he could stay plugged in forever, all while his mouth worked my tit with that slow, sloppy rhythm — suck, swirl, sigh.
“You're such an idiot,” I teased, threading my fingers through his hair, but I didn't push him away. If anything, I arched into it, letting him suck at me like we had all the time in the world, his out of character reluctance making the moment feel even more intimate, moreours.
CHAPTER 32
Colette
I didn’t knowwhat to do with my hands.
Or my breath.
Or my heart.
Everything was still too loud — the fire crackling, my pulse in my ears, the slick sound of skin as Silas shifted away from me. There was an instant feeling of loss as he slipped out of me. A hollow that had feltrightseconds earlier.
I blinked up at the ceiling, at the shadows the firelight threw there, and tried not to feel… well,everything.
“Stay put,” he said quietly, voice hoarse but sure.
