“But you’ve barely seen her since, bro. You haven’t spent more than ten minutes together since your brain stopped glitching.”
He stares at me, his face drawn tight with tension. “I’m trying, man,” he rasps. “Trying to fix things.”
I can see it now. He’s so lost in his own guilt that she could have gotten hurt. He’s lost sight of what’s going on right in front of him.
“I get it, man. I do. Just... don’t assume you can dip out and that things’ll be the same when you finally resurface,” I warn him.
Roscoe, the sage mage, strikes again.
He nods, sighing again. “I’ll head up soon, man.”
I guess that’s enough for now. He’s not exactly charging out the door to make things up to Silver, and I think that’s a fucking mistake.
More snuggles for me, I guess.
I shut the door behind me, but on my way out I catch Fabian with his head in his hands, looking so damn forlorn my heart hurts for him.
But I’ve done my part. I’ve shared my wisdom with him. Now, he’s the one that’s gotta make his own decisions.
When I let myself into the apartment a few minutes later, I’m quiet as a little mouse, expecting everyone to be fast asleep.
Imayor may not let out a manly squawk when I walk into the kitchen and find Silver sitting on the counter with her legs crossed, sipping a cup of tea.
“Oah, hello.” My voice comes out higher pitched than I would like. Can’t have Silver thinking I’m not cool. Or sexy. Definitely can’t have that.
“You okay?” she asks quietly, a small smile on her face.
“Sure am. Fine and dandy. One hundred percent good and recovered,” I add, just in case she’s still obsessing over myrecovery from the stab wound and whether I’m fit to return to usual activities.
It’s been ages and my balls are so blue, they’re practically giant plums by this point.
Her legs uncross and my mouth waters. My cock hardens at the thought of burying myself inside her wet pussy, and I stride closer until I’m right in front of her. I then cup her jaw and press my lips to hers, hoping to express all the things I’m feeling in my chest, all the overwhelming love I have for her in one kiss. I lick the seam of her lips just as she widens her legs and I step between them until I can feel her soaked center against my now rock hard cock.
She opens for me and my tongue tangles with hers, tasting and fucking into her mouth as I swivel my hips and press harder against her.
“It’s been too damn long since I’ve tasted you, Silver. Are you gonna stay quiet for me while I tongue fuck you until you come?”
“Ye-es. I mean, yes.” She clears her throat. “Are you sure you—”
“Don’t insult me by questioning my ability to make you come, sweetheart. I’m good as new.”
“Not here, though,” she squeaks. “We make food here, Ro!”
“We’ll wipe it down after,” I assure her, tugging her forward so I can drop to my knees and bury my face between her legs with a helpless groan.
“Your smell, Silver. You always smell so fucking good.”
It’s not the perfect height, but it’ll do. I pull up the oversized t-shirt she’s wearing and let out another moan.
“Not wearing underwear, Silver? How naughty. And here I thought you were worried about hygiene.”
“I didn’t have my bare ass on the counter before,” she mumbles, clutching the countertop on either side of her.
Pushing her legs further apart to make room for my bulky shoulders, I then moan directly against her pussy as I get my first taste of her inforever. She’s already wet for me and I lap at her clit and then bury myself there and begin to devour her. I’m a man starved and I need toeat.
“Oh, oh fuck,” she moans.
How can someone’s pussy taste so much like my favorite dessert? I could live here, live off her pussy if I could.
