“Show me?” she asked, fascinated by his reaction, kissing the skin at the base of his throat where his shirt gaped wide.
Silas shivered, his hands planted on either side of her head as his hips pinned her to the bed.
“Please, I want to see you. Feel you.”
He shuddered at her words, but nodded, dropping his head, not meeting her eyes.
Quickly, before Silas could change his mind, Honora worked on the closure of his fall, pushing the supple buckskin aside and feeling his hardness fall free, jutting proudly against her belly.
He was velvet soft but hard as steel in her hand, and she bit her lip in concentration.
“You are playing with fire,” Silas growled, catching her eye as she ran her fingers up and down the hot hard length of him, exploring the thick, engorged tip.
A drop of warm fluid waited there, more weeping from the slit at the top as she rubbed over it with her thumb.
It felt so delicious, she had to bite her lip against the arousal it provoked, closing her eyes as she imagined him coming apart as she had, spurting his essence all over her hand.
“Show me what to do,” she whimpered, wrapping her fist around the bulging crown and smoothing the slickness down the shaft with a light squeeze of her palm.
“No need, you’re doing just fine,” he choked out, chest heaving, pushing up to kneel between her thighs, giving Honora the first glance of what she held in her hand.
Her mouth fell open in disbelief at the size of him.
“You have never seen a cock before.” It was a statement, not a question, but Honora still shook her head, exploring the veins running along the shaft and squeezing the thick base as it jerked in her hand.
“Do you trust me?” he asked hoarsely, gently tugging her hands away and replacing her grip with his own.
Honora nodded, struck dumb as she watched Silas take himself in hand, pressing the head to her flesh and stroking himself languidly between her thighs, spreading her wetness along his shaft with slow, decadent glides.
The exquisite feeling of his thick cock sliding over the swollen lips of her cunny made her cry out in dazed passion.
Her inner muscles clenched, the need to feel him inside of her flaring hot as he nudged briefly at her opening, then slipped forward again.
Slowly, Silas pressed her thighs together, closing them around his hardness. Then he pushed her knees up to her chest and tucked her ankles to the side.
Honora allowed herself to go limp, letting him do with her what he would.
All the while she stared up at his face, soaking up every nuance of his expression as his cheeks reddened and his jaw grew tight.
His chest came down over her legs, blanketing her with his heat as he planted his hands on either side of her head and rolled his hips.
Sweet mercy,it was a sinful facsimile of congress, his mouth hovering above hers as he grunted with primal need.
“Does it feel good, having my cock between your thighs?”
Honora gasped as the filthy words brushed lightly against her lips, her thighs trembling as sweet, carnal heat built again in her core.
He pumped his hips faster, working up a seductive friction, her slickness smoothing the way as the soft skin of her thighs hugged him from above.
Honora moaned at the sensation of him pressed raw and hard against her, the head of his shaft nudging, pressing, dragging against her nub until, with a choked cry of astonishment, she shattered again–the ripple of pleasure washing over her with brilliant, perfect clarity as she stared up, captivated, into his flashing blue eyes.
With a ragged grunt, he dropped his lips to hers, warmth jetting across her stomach and breasts, his chest heaving as he spent his seed over her body.
The single candle gutted as the wick fell into the warm beeswax, throwing the room into darkness as they lay tangled and replete, their panting breaths the only sound for a long moment.
Silas shifted, drawing his shirt over his head, and Honora felt him drag the linen across her skin, wiping away the evidence of their transgression.
“Honora,” he sighed, slumping down beside her and then pulling her into the curve of his naked chest, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling his face into her hair.
