Page 98 of Vows of Silence

And then he was pulling my underwear down, and I lost all thought of watching and fell back to the pillows, my back arching as he brought his mouth to my pussy.

He started with small licks up the length of me. Over and over he repeated this, never pushing past my pussy lips, never giving me that friction. Content to simply taste me.

But then he brought his fingers to me and spread my lips open, and before I could process it, his mouth clamped down on my clit, his lips pursing, sucking my clit between them tightly.

“Fuck!” I almost screamed, clutching at his hair to hold him in place.

He licked, he sucked, he bit—every time I thought he had a rhythm, he changed it up, keeping me on edge, keeping me unaware of his next move.

He pushed a finger inside me, thrusting a few times to cover it in my wetness, and then it was joined by a second. After a few strokes with two fingers, once he was satisfied I had comfortably stretched around them, he added a third and all sense of sanity left me.

I became feral beneath him, caring about nothing other than my own release.

I tightened my grip on his hair, and I thrust my hips into him, grinding against his face, practically riding him in my pursuit to finish.

And he let me. He continued thrusting in and out of me with a speed that felt like punishment, but other than that, he simply flattened his tongue against my pussy and let me take control.

I positioned him where I wanted him, right at the top of my clit, needing that friction there more than anything, and I rode his face with abandon.

“Fuck yes,” I shuddered, my breathing shaking and uneven. “Silas, fuck! More, more, please, more…”

I was so close. My legs were shaking around his head, my thighs tensing. I knew I was trapping him between my legs. I knew I was basically holding him hostage. But he didn’t seem to mind and I certainly fucking didn’t. All I could think about was reaching that point. About tumbling over the edge into the abyss.

My vision darkened at the edges, my entire body hanging on the precipice, and all I needed was one more lick, one more thrust, one more—

Silas pulled away from me, and I clawed at him, almost feral in my desperation to put him back where he was, to finish what he had started.

He sat up and chuckled, grinning down at me, his smile stealing my breath for a moment. Until his hands went to his trousers, and that was all I could focus on.

I watched with fascination as he pulled the zip down, freeing his hard cock. With hungry eyes, I scanned every delicious inch of him, remembering what it felt like to have that buried inside me.

He pushed his trousers down his legs and kicked them off, and I grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pushing it up his stomach.

He got the hint, and pulled his clothes off until he was as naked as I was, and then laid his body on top of me, every inch of his skin pressed against mine.

He locked eyes with me, scanning to make sure that I was okay. I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips and nodded, resting my forehead against his before reaching between our bodies until my fingers were wrapped around his cock.

I guided him between my legs, lining him with the entrance of my pussy and then held him in place asIthrust ontohim.

I kept my hand fisted at the base, holding him steady as I slid my pussy down on him inch by inch, then pulled back. I rubbed the head of his cock along the length of me, covering it in my wetness, and then lined him up again, sinking further down on him.

I did this a few times, each time getting his cock deeper and deeper inside me until my pussy lips were touching my fist and I could feel us joined together.

I removed my hand and brought it to his ass, pushing him down until the last few inches were inside me.

“Wow,” I breathed, feeling more full than I had ever felt in my life. His cock was stretching me, but the burn was almost pleasurable.

With gentle pushes to his ass, I encouraged him to move, and he obliged, letting me take control. He moved when instructed,he pulled back when commanded, and I couldn’t help the thrill that ran through me knowing that he was listening to me. That I was in full control of anything that happened here.

This was taking place becauseIwanted it. BecauseIneeded him.

“You feel so good, Silas,” I whispered, grinning slightly when his breathing picked up and a small growl rumbled in his chest.

I recognised that growl. It was something I had replayed over and over since last night.

In fact, everything about this seemed familiar. His breathing, the noises he made, the almost pained moans when I teased him.

How could something that happened once already feel so familiar?