ed for release.
“Yes,” Silas encouraged. “Yes, yes.”
An earthquake erupted from her, so violent it shook the couch. Her legs tensed, her arm muscles strained, and she gasped so loud it was almost a scream. Her head tipped back and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly, letting Silas hold her as the orgasm took control from him.
It was such an impressive display, my hand paused. All I could do was watch with rapt attention, drinking in her cries of pleasure. I was envious of them both. Envious of her pleasure, and of his control.
Her panting diminished breath by breath until it was steady and normal. He lifted her, helping Tara return to sitting on the couch and him by her side.
“You said I should do whatever I want to do to you,” Silas said to me. “Right?”
“Yes,” I purred. My hand resumed its stroke between my legs. Christ. I’d never been this wet. It was almost embarrassing.
He stood and undid the cuffs of his dress shirt, pulling himself free. The white shirt sailed onto the coffee table. His pants and boxers were shed next. The belt cracked against the wood when the clothes were chucked aside. Now he was as gloriously naked as she was. It heightened the stakes and made me insatiable.
I was too busy admiring the tattoo to realize what he was doing. He grabbed the edge of the coffee table and pushed it to the side, clearing space in front of Tara.
“Oh!” He surprised her when he shoved her backward and she bounced slightly against the couch cushions. She’d been seated right at the edge and now she was in a slumped position. As she tried to push herself up on her bound hands, Silas took a knee.
I didn’t like that our connection was broken, but it was overruled by the anticipation of the new show about to start. And since he couldn’t do it . . . “Tara, look at me.”
Her gaze flew to mine directly across the space. She held it as the man kneeling before her put his large hands on her knees and pressed them open. His head dipped down. She sucked in a sharp breath through her nose.
Oh, my, fuck. The muscles along his broad back rippled and flexed as he fucked her with his mouth. I tugged my panties down around my knees, torturing myself. I could touch my pussy, but the panties kept me restrained. Kept me from finishing myself off.
Tara’s chin was tucked to her chest, and it seemed she no longer cared about her slumped positioning. Her feet were on the floor, but she lifted up onto the balls of her feet. It only made Silas push her legs further apart. I could hear the sound of his tongue sliding on her damp pussy, and see how much she enjoyed each sensation through her face.
“Isn’t he amazing with his tongue?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
My body locked up in momentary shock. Mistress. How the fuck could a single word give me so much pleasure? I yanked my hand away from my pussy, worried I might come without warning.
I needed to reward her for how much she’d pleased me. I stood up and the sodden panties fell to my ankles, so I could easily step out of them. My hand went to the pull on the zipper of my dress.
She watched me undress, her eyes hooded. I wasn’t sure if it was my naked body, or the tongue working her, or both.
“I didn’t know you . . .” she struggled to catch her breath, “had a tattoo. Is it yours, Sir?”
He’d been busy, so he must not have realized I’d stripped. His head turned, and when I caught his gaze, I smiled. Behind my ribs, my heart went into overdrive.
“Yes,” I said, my voice confident. “All of it. All of me is his.”
Chapter
TWENTY-TWO
Silas looked stunned. We hadn’t talked about our relationship. In fact, my request for him not to see anyone else was the only conversation we’d had about it. But I cared for him so much I felt it deep into the marrow of my bones, and knew he felt it back, at least to some degree.
I joined him, sinking to my knees. He must have known my intent. His hand cupped the back of my neck as he kissed me fiercely, and then he pressed me toward her waiting pussy.
My tongue lapped and licked at her eagerly, while one of his hands caressed the curves of my body. His touch was sensual, as if he was sculpting me with those artistic hands. Meanwhile I fluttered and sucked, sliding my tongue deep between her folds so I could taste her better. Enjoyment crept in for both me and her, but the hand on the back of my neck tightened. It wordlessly asked me to let up so he could take over.
Watching him lap at her up close made me dizzy with lust. I was too impatient to wait my turn. I lunged forward, and our tongues met as they flicked over her clit. Tara’s whimpers of choked bliss were louder than the sexy music playing in my kitchen.
We worked together perfectly. He’d lick her for a minute, and then I’d take charge. He had one hand squeezing her full breast, while the other was on my ass, squeezing as well. His grip was intense and needy.
The tag team rhythm was demanding and relentless on her. The muscles in her belly were quivering, and power burned under my skin, urging me onward. I turned my palm up to the ceiling as I sank my middle two fingers in her pussy. Silas wasn’t kidding. Her body was scalding hot.