“I—” he starts, then stops. I wait, patient, my fingers finding his shoulders and rubbing slowly until he finds the words. “During sex, I can’t handle… sound,” he admits.
I let it settle. I feel the weight of the moment, how much trust he’s placing in me.
I think it through. What he’s asking. Instead of discomfort, a low throb starts in my belly. I’ve never tried to stay silent during sex. The thought alone makes heat bloom between my thighs, my muscles clenching.
Eli’s eyes track the reaction, but he doesn’t interrupt.
“I’m going to be honest,” I say.
“Always, please,” he murmurs, his voice dragging over my skin.
“I don’t know if I can stay quiet,” I admit. “But I really, really want to try.”
His smile is quick and sharp. I bite my lip, and his gaze follows the motion. Then I reach between us and take his hand, dragging it up and pressing his palm over my mouth.
His brow furrows, eyes widening before darkening as he watches me.
His hand shifts, hesitant. “Are you sure, Softness? I don’t want you uncomfortable.”
My heart trips at the care in his voice. “Honestly,” I whisper, sliding one leg over his thigh and pressing closer, letting the hard length of him rub against me through our clothes, “I’m kind of into it.”
My voice comes out breathless.
Eli’s mouth replaces his hand. The kiss is heat and need and promise. My hands clutch at his shoulders as his mouth trails down my jaw and throat. When his lips close over the bonding bite at the junction of my neck and shoulder, my thoughts blur.
Stay silent.
He rolls, and I’m on my back. His mouth never leaves me, only lowers. I remove my bra, and his mouth closes over my nipple, tongue teasing slow and deliberate.
Every nerve in my body sparks. Without sound, sensation sharpens. The need in me coils tight, sharpest at my clit.
It’s sweet torture.
My hands tangle in his hair as he moves lower, teeth grazing the damp fabric covering my core. My hips jerk, and I bite back a sound.
He hooks his fingers in the waistband and tugs. My panties slide off my hips. His breath brushes my inner thigh, then his thumbs find the crease between thigh and slit, teasing with slow, focused pressure.
Every swallowed sound burns through me.
When his tongue drags from my entrance to my clit, pleasure zips up my spine. With nowhere to send it, the pressure builds fast. He adds a finger, steady and slow, and I can only last a few minutes before I’m tugging at his hair.
His eyes meet mine. His mouth is glossy with slick. I try to tell him everything withoutwords.
He smirks.
Eli rises between my legs and pushes his boxers down. His cock hangs heavy. My eyes widen. I have no idea how I’m supposed to take that without making a sound.
He leans down, forearms braced on either side of my head. “Don’t worry, Softness,” he murmurs. “It’ll fit.”
The head of his cock presses into me, and I bite my lip hard. Even that feels full. I clutch his shoulders. He pauses, and I lift my head, pressing a kiss to his chest, tasting the heat of his skin.
That’s all the permission he needs.
He thrusts in, slow at first, then deeper when my heel presses into his back. When he starts to really move, a sound slips free despite me.
His hand is over my mouth in an instant, firm and careful. The moment his palm wraps around my jaw, pleasure detonates. The restraint pulls something deeper from me. I arch, shaking, grinding against him as the orgasm slams through me, silent and all-consuming.
My body clenches around him, pulling him with me. His thrusts turn uneven as he spills inside me.
