Chapter Twenty-One

Chloe

"It stopped," he pointed out playfully, his eyes focused on my breasts. "Looks like it's stuck."

"Maybe you could help me, then?" I asked, batting my eyes over my shoulder as I turned to show him the zipper.

"Of course." He stepped forward, nearly mauling me as he struggled to undo the dress at the speed of light.

I started to protest as I shook with laughter at his eagerness, but then the dress fell to the floor, and he pulled my underwear down with it. Just like that, I was naked and exposed, and he took full advantage, picking me up and placing me down on the nearest surface, which just so happened to be the back of the couch.

Dropping to his knees, he buried his face between my legs. "Time to finish what I started," he growled, the deep guttural noise rumbling through the entire house. "I've been thinking about getting my hands on your naked body all day."

I moaned as his tongue caressed the folds of my pussy, teasing the outsides, building the heat inside me, while his fingers held onto my waist, easily keeping me atop my precarious perch as my legs hung over his big, broad shoulders.

"Fuck yes!" I cried when he finally touched my clit after minutes of teasing everywhere but. Instinctively, I tried to grind my hips toward his face, but doing so nearly sent me toppling over the back of the couch.

Silas tightened his grip, looking up from between my legs, his gray-blue eyes dancing with humor. "Just stay still and let me pleasure you," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," I said playfully, my eyes already rolling back into my head as his tongue slid from top to bottom and back, hitting every nerve ending and sending wave after wave of pleasure sparking out from between my legs.

Moments later, I was grabbing his hand, fingers threading deep into his hair as I came hard all over his face. He just lapped it up eagerly, growling and making pleased noises the entire time.

"I can't balance anymore," I said, my body control weakened by the orgasm.

"That's fine." Without waiting for more, he picked me back up, walked around the couch, and flipped me over like I was a piece of furniture, setting me down on my knees facing away from him. "This will do just fine."

With one of his huge hands pulling my ass cheek wide, he licked his fingers and spread the spit over the tip of his cock until it glistened. Then he lined himself up with my pussy and, at my eager, impatient nod, pushed inside me.

"Oh, fuck," I cried, burying my face in the soft fabric of his couch. It was bigger than I'd been ready for.

Silas waited like that, both hands now gripping my ass, even giving it a light smack, while I took several deep breaths, giving my body time to adjust to the incredible sensation of his cock.

"Ready?" he asked eventually.

I nodded eagerly, even pushing my ass slightly back toward him. Beyond the challenge of taking his huge dick was the incredible feeling of being absolutely full. Nothing compared to it, and Silas took it to a whole new level.

Grabbing my waist, he took control. Pushing in, withdrawing, and then sliding deeper. My face was buried in the couch the entire time, my hands trembling as he put inch after inch inside me.

And then, without warning, he slid the rest of the way, his hips pressing into my ass cheeks. I came hard, instantly, my body convulsing as I cried out at the unexpected orgasm that tore its way through me as it exploded out from between my legs.

Silas grunted, and I felt him twitch.

"Not inside me," I managed to get out.

With a wordless grunt of agreement, he withdrew. I thought he was going to pull out and coat my ass. So, when he slid back in, I nearly blacked out. He didn't stop there. Building up speed, he fucked me harder. My body shook with each impact. Every thrust prompted new moans and cries that must have been heard by all the neighbors. I was screaming in mind-melting exquisite agony as he took me.

It was incredible.

"Fuck," he groaned some point down the line, while I was on my back and he was crouched over the edge of the couch. "I'm going to come."

Without thinking, I pushed him back and slid to the floor, taking his shaft in my hand, using my own wetness to stroke him, while also popping the tip inside my mouth.

Silas' eyes went wide, and a split second later, his balls tightened, and he unloaded a torrent of hot cum between my waiting lips. I continued to jerk his shaft, staring up at him, feeling cute and hot and slutty all at the same time as he filled my mouth with salty seed.

Then I swallowed in one smooth motion, and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

"That was fucking hot," he groaned, stepping back before joining me as we flopped onto the floor, breathing hard.

After a moment, I curled up against him. He extended an arm, and I rested my head on him.

Just then, everything was wonderful, and I had no worries. My eyelids drooped.

Stifling a yawn as the warmth of endorphins filled my mind and body, I snuggled in tighter against Silas, feeling the still-thundering beat of his heart against his chest. His lungs rose and fell, and I went along for the ride, sinking deeper into the heat he exuded. Basking in it. Learning to live in it.

A soft tuft of chest hair twirled and uncurled as I rolled a finger through it idly. There were few thoughts in my mind, only the dull pulse between my legs that was a reminder of the activity we'd just done.

Silas, meanwhile, lay naked and spread-eagled. His cock, still somewhat stiff, was flat against his pubic bone and pointed up toward his stomach. I watched as a drip of cum pooled at the tip.

Feeling playful, I reached out a finger and wiped it the cum spot, licking my finger clean. He growled, and his cock twitched.

"Whoa," I said, realizing my mistake. "Easy there. Down boy. That was not what I was getting at. I just thought it'd be hot and fun."

"It was," he said, stretching. "Very fun."

"I am not ready for that," I said, placing a hand on his chest and pressing him down into the floor. "You are large. I am not used to that. This is out of commission."

He pouted dramatically but could only hold the look for a split second before grinning. "Very well. I will attempt to be understanding of your … limitations."

I sputtered and searched for the proper way to respond as he laughed, his body shaking.

"This thing," I said, wrapping a hand around his shaft so fast and firm he immediately went rock-still, "was not a limitation earlier. If you think back, you were all the way inside me. Deep in my pussy, every inch of you, thrusting hard, and I took it all. Do you remember that?"

Silas' eyes went wide with lust as I dropped the tone of my voice and added husky, enticing undertones to it. His cock twitched in my hand and began to swell once more as he nodded eagerly. "I remember."

"Good," I said. "Then you know I can take it. My body can take all of you. Without limitation."

"You can," he agreed, his shaft growing harder by the second. "I remember your cries as I slid inside you."

I nodded. "Your thick, hard cock, it felt sooo good."

Silas propped himself up now, eyes burning with embers threatening to reignite as I talked to him.

"Anyway," I said in a light airy voice, releasing my grip and rolling onto my back to stretch my arms above my head. "I just wanted you to remember. That's all."

He stared at me.

I laughed. "You'll survive."

"That was not nice," he growled lightly. "I have half a mind to make you pay."

"And how would you do that?" I challenged.

"I would probably push you down into the bed like this," he said, putting words to actions by rolling on top of me and straddling me with his cock almost between my tits.

"Then I would do what you teased," he said, taking his cock in his hand and beginning to stroke it while I watched. "But this time, I wouldn't stop."

My pussy might be sore, but that was hot, and I stared up at him, watching his face as he jerked off, hard and fast, his cock now completely erect and mere inches from my face. I leaned up, flicking out my tongue to cover the tip in saliva.

Silas groaned.

It didn't take long for him to stroke himself to a second climax. I braced myself for a mess, but it didn't shoot far. Instead, several ropes splattered across my tits, coating them as he groaned and shook, his body twitching through it all.

My lip was sore from biting it by the time he sagged back, the unexpected second session now at an end.

"I'll get you a towel," he said, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

I lay there with his hot cum pooled around my left nipple, admiring the way it looked on my skin. My pussy tingled slightly, but I knew better than to push it. Joking aside, I was going to be sore later, and I knew it.

Totally worth it, though.

Silas returned and cleaned me up, wiping his cum from my body and tossing the towel to the side.

"So," I said, arching my back slightly in another stretch, enjoying the way his eyes traveled the length of my body and back. "What do we do now?"

"Now," he said with a post-orgasm, lazy half-smile, "we spend the next week teaching you how to dance."

I snorted. "Seriously? I know how to dance, Silas. Come on."

His smile grew into a full-fledged grin at my confidence. "Not like a dragon you don't. And you'll need to."

"Why?" I asked nervously.

"Because in a week from now, you and I will be dancing in front of everyone at the Peace Gala."