“Keep your eyes closed, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good.”
A small, secretive smile quirked her soft pink lips, and just as quickly it was gone, but he knew she had heard him.
Wetting two fingers on his tongue, Silas slid them between her thighs, smoothing the moisture down through her slit until he found the crest of her nub with the pads of his fingers.
Honora’s hips rose, her breath hitching ever so slightly, but she lay still, her face peacefully composed.
It was a naughty game that they played, and he was enjoying every salacious moment of it.
Silas glanced quickly around, checking that there was no one in sight.
The glen they were situated in was private and shaded, well hidden from the park surrounding the manor. His staff knew better than to disturb him for any reason.
He slowly unbuttoned his breeches, knees splayed as he took himself in one hand and continued his exploration of her soft, silky heat with the other.
He brought those fingers to his mouth, tasting her sweet essence on his tongue with a base growl, and his cock jumped in his hand with urgent need.
Sucking every drop of her from his fingers, Silas crawled closer, parting her cheeks with one hand so he could see the perfection of her pink, slick cunt, watch as his fingers sunk into the tight hot hole at her centre while she tensed and quivered under his touch.
Christ above.The need to fuck her was overwhelming, his hips jerking forward as he felt a spurt of seed slick the palm of his hand.
Honora felt so good under his fingers, her legs widening inch by inch as he worked her over, smearing her growing excitement across her folds until his jaw ached from the tension of holding himself back, his rampant erection curving up against his belly as he pumped his hand along it’s straining length.
Silas dragged his hand up to knead and squeeze her arse, his thumb finding the tight ring of muscle there and pressing lightly, circling until the tip slipped just inside the scorching vice of her back passage.
She clenched around him, stifling a moan against the pillows, and Silas couldn’t wait any longer, his head spinning with the need to feel her silky sucking heat parting around his cock.
He knelt across the back of her thighs, guided his throbbing cock to her opening and pushed his way inside, gritting his teeth against the dark satisfaction he felt as her tender flesh gave way for him, squeezing his cock tight as his thumb sank to the knuckle in her other hole.
Honora whimpered, her eyes clamping shut even as she lay limp and submissive.
Pumping his hips slowly, his vision dimming at the edges, Silas fed Honora every inch of his length, caressing her inner walls all the while as she adjusted to the new sensations of being filled twice.
It was perfect,she was perfect.
The breeze cooled the sweat that dampened his shirt, and the smell of crushed grass and sex assaulted his senses as he rutted into her like an animal in the fields.
Silas felt a surge of lust settle low in his groin, his balls growing full and tight as he bucked harder and faster, trapping Honora against the ground with his weight, his harsh breath at the back of her neck, his cock grinding and taking and demanding more with every thrust and retreat until he was groaning into the silk of her hair, his hand slipping free from her ass to steady himself again the fierce pleasure.
Silas wanted her with him then, needed to know she was as overcome as he.
He didn’t want to play any longer. He wanted to hear her moan, plead, as she convulsed around his cock.
Wanted his woman to beg him to fuck her.
He pressed his mouth to the spot below her ear, licking the salty skin there.
“It’s time to wake up, sweetheart. It’s time to come for me like a good girl.”
Honora gasped, her eyes dazed with need as they blinked open at his words.
He reached out for a pillow, lifting her hips and shoving it under her thighs. Raising her to the perfect angle as he worked himself deeper into her pulsing channel.
Silas nipped the skin of her shoulder, pushing her sleeves down and watching as her nipples slipped from the tight bodice of her stays, chafing against the blanket as he positioned her to his liking.
Leaning back, Silas circled the head of his cock at her entrance, running a hand up her spine as she arched for him like a cat.
“Touch yourself for me, Honora. Tease those breasts as if your hands were mine.”
