I couldn't hold back anymore. I buried my face between her legs and greedily licked up the flowing liquid. My tongue pushed into her tight opening, sucking hard.
"Mm... Silas..." Her voice broke, but it was full of dependence on me.
That one call shattered me completely.
When you've had something, lost it, then got it back, the treasuring and the madness are doubled.
I straightened up, grabbed her ankle, and hooked it over my shoulder. Then I gripped my massive cock, lined it up with her entrance—wet and soft from my teasing. I thrust my hips. Drove into her. The moment I was fully sheathed, I let out a satisfied groan.
Six years. Finally inside her again.
Chapter Fifteen
Anthea
I had no idea why I dreamed about Silas. Maybe because he'd been popping up in my life so much lately. The dream was ridiculous: I stood at the front of the classroom in my teacher uniform, facing a room full of students who weren't first-graders but adults, men and women whose features blurred into nothing.
Suddenly, I felt a presence under the lectern. My heart skipped as Silas emerged from beneath it, his broad shoulders brushing against the wood. He didn't say a word, just locked eyes with me, that predatory grin spreading across his face.
I was wearing my blue pencil skirt and white blouse, the fabric hugging my curves, and he wasted no time. His strong hands slid up my thighs, pushing the skirt higher until it bunched around my waist. The cool air hit my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his breath as he hooked his fingers into my panties and tugged them down my legs.
I gasped, trying to stay composed, but his head dipped between my thighs. I felt the rough scrape of his stubble against my inner thighs as he positioned himself. The students watched, their faceless forms staring blankly.
I had to keep teaching, had to pretend everything was normal. "Today, we're discussing the Renaissance masters," I started, my voice shaky as his tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive folds of my pussy.
His mouth closed over me, hot and wet, enveloping my clit in a slow, deliberate suck. I gripped the edges of the lectern, my knuckles white, as I felt his head bobbing rhythmically beneath it. The warmth of his tongue delved deeper, lapping at my entrance, swirling in circles that made my knees buckle. Wet sounds echoed faintly, but I forced myself to keep going.
"Leonardo da Vinci's use of chiaroscuro... creates depth and emotion in his works." My words came out breathy, interrupted by the way his lips sealed around me, sucking harder, his tongue thrusting inside like he owned every inch.
I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but it slipped out anyway. "Silas," I panted, my voice barely above a whisper, glancing down.
He looked up, his deep gray eyes piercing mine, filled with raw hunger that sent shivers racing down my spine. It was like he wanted to devour me whole, pull me into his darkness, and never let go. His gaze held me captive, making my core clench around his invading tongue.
Then came the sudden intensity—a fierce suck on my clit, followed by a gentle nip of his teeth that bordered on pain. I cried out softly, the book in my hands slipping from my fingers and thudding onto the lectern. The sound echoed in the room, and one of the faceless students raised a hand. "Ms. Carter, is everything okay?"
I swallowed hard, forcing a smile. "Nothing's wrong. Just... dropped my notes." I snatched the book back up, my hands trembling as I tried to drown out the slick, slurping noises from below with louder lecturing.
"Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel ceiling... the dynamic poses capture human anatomy in motion!"
But my voice shook, rising in pitch with every flick of his tongue, every pull of his mouth that built the pressure inside me. The students murmured, but I powered through, my hips subtly rocking against his face despite myself.
The orgasm hit like a wave, crashing over me. My thighs quivered, clenching around his head as I came hard, juices flooding his mouth. I bit back a scream, disguising it as a cough, my body shuddering while I clung to the lectern for dear life.
Silas finally pulled back, emerging from under the desk. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips glistening with my arousal. "Ms. Carter's wet," he announced to the class, his voice low and commanding. "This lesson's switching to physiology."
Before I could protest, he swept the lesson plans off the lectern with one arm, papers scattering everywhere. He grabbed me by the waist, hoisting me onto the surface like I weighed nothing. The students watched, their featureless faces tilting with interest.
Silas didn't hesitate. He yanked open my white blouse, buttons popping free, exposing my lace bra. His fingers deftly unhooked it, letting my breasts spill out, nipples hardening in the cool air.
He pushed me back gently but firmly, spreading my legs wide. The blue skirt was still hiked up, my pussy on full display. "Look," he said to the class, his voice clinical yet laced with lust as he used his fingers to part my folds, stretching me open. "This is the structure of a pussy. See the clit here? Sensitive as hell. And the entrance... tight, wet, ready for more."
I felt dozens of eyes on me, even though they had no features—the weight of their excitement burned into my skin, making me flush hotter. Humiliation mixed with arousal, my body betraying me as fresh wetness pooled under his touch. Silas leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "You're dripping for them, aren't you? For me."
He didn't stop there. His pants came undone in a flash, his thick cock springing free, hard and veined, the tip already leaking pre-cum. He positioned himself between my legs, rubbing the head against my slick entrance, teasing me until I whimpered. "Please," I begged, forgetting the audience, my hips arching toward him.
With a grunt, he thrust in deep, filling me completely in one stroke. I moaned, loud and unrestrained, as he set a brutal pace, pounding into me on the lectern. The wood creaked under us, my breasts bouncing with every slam. His hands gripped my thighs,holding me open as he drove harder, the wet slap of our bodies echoing through the room.
"Feel that?" he growled to the class. "This is how you fuck a woman senseless."
