Protective (Diamondback MC Second Generation 4) - Page 20
GEORGIANA
Silas slides in beside me.I can smell his body wash, feel the dampness on his skin from the shower he must have taken before coming to bed. I could ask a million questions. Most women would, but Shila and Sedona schooled me on just how being an Ol’ Lady works, even if I still wrinkle my nose at the name. I know, I know, it’s a sign of respect. Still doesn’t mean a girl my age would like to be called old by any means.
“Silas.” His hands wrap around my middle, moving the oversized band tee I’m wearing to bed.
“Need you, Doe. Need you like the night air calls to me, soothin’ my soul, and having you wrapped in my presence.” I flip over until I’m on my back. Silas is now hovering over me, not wearing a stitch of clothing. He’s all sharp lines. One arm is completely tattooed in a sleeve, a few added while he was inside. On his back is the Diamondback MC insignia along with the chapter, much like the cut he wears.
“I’m yours. Always, Silas.” Those words are all it takes. His lips sear to mine, taking what he needs, my mouth willingly opening for him. I try to convey everything this man means to me, giving my all back, even though our kisses are few and far between. Plus, it’s not like I’m all that knowledgeable in the kissing or sex department. Orgasms, sure. I know how to make myself come. That doesn’t mean it touched the way Silas made me feel when were together.
“Shit, the way you give yourself to me so freely, not for a second do I believe a man like me deserves you. Doesn’t mean I’m goin’ to let you go either.” Silas pulls away, fingers going to the bottom of my shirt. I already know what he wants. I can read him that well as I lift up my body. It doesn’t take but a few seconds before my top and bottoms are pulled off. Our bodies bare to one another, so much like yesterday. This time, it won’t be just foreplay, and I’m more than ready to feel Silas slide deep inside me, claiming me, owning me, possessing me.
“Silas.” My breathing is choppy as I try to stay quiet. Being underneath Shadow and Shila’s roof isn’t ideal, but there’s no way I’m going to stop what we’re doing. His lips leave mine, then he’s peppering kisses down the slope of my neck, sucking at the pulse point that even I can feel is beating rapidly. That isn’t where Silas stops. He moves lower, sucking all around the skin of one nipple, not going where I’m desperate to feel him. The last time we were together, he left marks. They haven’t even faded yet, and with how he’s sucking and nipping at my body, I’m sure he is adding to it.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of you.” I don’t get a chance to respond, not when my nipple is sucked into his mouth. My other nipple receives a different type of attention, his calloused fingertips abrading it, stimulating a whole other sensation I wasn’t aware was possible, and when he pinches it, my back arches, causing my core to glide against his lower stomach, feeling the tip of his cock as I search for him.
“More, please, more.” My fingers dig into his hair, pressing him into my breasts, then attempting to push him away, unsure of all the feelings building up inside me.
“Not gonna be able to give you more, Gigi, when you’re pushin’ me away. Need you to be still. Fuck, you might need a pillow over your face the way you’re so vocal. You’ll wake up the dead the second my tongue flicks over your clit.” Did I mention Silas has a dirty freaking mouth? It’s a form of foreplay all on its own. He leaves my breasts. The lips I yearned to feel on my skin flicker down a path from my sternum to my pubic bone. Silas stays still, inhaling so deeply I know he can smell what he does to me. I should be embarrassed, except I’m not. If anything, it turns me on that much more.
“Honey, please.” His broad shoulders open my legs further than ever with the way he cups my ass, pulling me closer to his mouth, and when he licks at my clit, flicking it with his tongue like he promised, I’m reaching for a pillow because there’s no way I won’t be screaming, praying, or pleading for more.
“Fuck, Doe, the way you taste…” He backs away for a moment before latching onto my clit with his mouth this time. A finger slides through my wetness, teasing my entrance, the touch feather light. He is clearly getting off on the way my heels press into his back as I thrust my hips into his mouth, screaming into a pillow when he finally slides two fingers inside of my center, causing the burning sensation as I’m stretched. It hurts, yet at the same time, there’s this delicious feeling bubbling up from deep inside of me. I shove the pillow over my face even more, attempting to be quiet. My legs are quivering, my body is shaking, and when he scrapes his teeth along my clit, diving back in, using two fingers pointing upwards, hitting my G-spot, I’m toast and screaming out his name into the cotton fabric.
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