She shivered, but obeyed, tucking her palms up under her chest and squeezing through her gown as Silas gripped her waist and thrust deep.
“God, yes,” he growled, angling his strokes against the ridged front wall of her channel, searching for the place he knew would have her senseless with pleasure.
Honora was panting and moaning, her hands rubbing sensuously across her nipples, her cunt flushed dark pink and shining with wet desire as it stretched around him on every sharp drive of his hips.
It was too much, his release dangerously close, prickling across his skin, and Silas moved faster, urging her to come with his body, his words, his very soul.
Riding her hard, his balls already tight and aching with the need to spend. Dragging out almost to the tip, then surging back in with a snap of his hips.
She gave a hoarse little cry, canting her hips up against him, the wet sounds of their passion catching his ear as her channel started to contract and pulse along his length.
Silas was fucking his oldest friend’s little sister, taking her on the grass in plain view of anyone happening upon them.
And she wanted him to, her sweet, desperate cries joining his lustful grunts and growls, filling the air of the meadow with the base sounds of their urgent coupling.
A spurt of seed seared its way up his shaft just as Honora arched tight as a bow, her body stiffening beneath him as her core gripped him impossibly tight, milking him mercilessly as they climaxed together, his seed flooding the mouth of her womb and spilling out around his throbbing cock as he mindlessly drove himself as deep as possible, unable to stop even if he wanted to.
Eighteen
Some minutes later,they lay entwined on the sticky blankets, uncaring as their bodies cooled and their breaths evened out, hands touching and stroking as passion became sweet affection.
“So, will you agree to be my wife? I hesitate to say it, but I think we may be well suited,” said Silas with a smug grin.
Honora smiled, turning her face up to the sun.
“This is the third time today you have asked me. I cannot deny I am tempted to keep you in suspense indefinitely. Especially if you feel you need toconvince me, once again.”
Silas growled, rolling over her and trapping her hands beside her head.
“You minx, why are you doing this? You know marriage is the best solution here. I want to keep you safe, I think Benedict would agree.”
“Is that all this is? A way to keep me safe, perhaps with a bit of carnal pleasure to sweeten the deal?”
“And damn Benedict,” she muttered, pushing him away and shifting onto her knees to collect her things that lay scattered about, shoving them haphazardly into a satchel.
Silas sat up abruptly. “Is that what you think, that I propose an alliance purely out of duty?”
Honora rose up as well, facing him squarely over the rumpled picnic blanket.
“That is what you have implied, is it not? With all your words ofkeeping me safeandhonour.”
She picked up a bread roll from the basket beside her and threw it in the direction of his head.
Silas ducked instinctively, staring after the bread in disbelief.
“I do not want to marry as asolutionto aproblem, Silas. Not to you, not to anyone.”
He cut a glare in her direction, and with alarm, he noted the shine of tears at the corner of her eyes.
Oh, Christ, he had made her cry. He was making a muck of this whole business.
Silas shuffled towards her awkwardly on his knees, capturing her hands and bringing one to his lips.
He loved the fact that she was gloveless, hatless, and free as a dryad out here amongst the trees. She was a breath of fresh air, a remedy to all that ailed him.Forever.
His heart kicked hard in his chest.
“Honora…You must know that all my talk of duty, of wanting to keep you safe…it is merely an excuse.”
