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Silas gave her shoulder an affectionate squeeze before taking her bag, zapping a little more of her tension and making her knees tremble again.

“I’m not just a super talented barista, I’m also an excellent cook and a baker and I’m getting my Ph.D. in marine biology,” he said as he hung her bag on the hook by the door. Silas took her hand and towed her past the kitchen then surprised her with a quick peck on the cheek. “Wait right here.” He left her in the living room and ducked into his tiny kitchen. “Is a riesling alright?” He sounded nervous as he peeked around the scrap of wall that divided the space and Daphne nodded.At least it isn’t just me.

“That would be lovely.” She smiled at him and was rewarded with a nervous blush before he disappeared behind the wall again.Very cute. Daphne acknowledged that he might be the cutest boy in the world and went to inspect the rows of aquariums lining the living room’s two walls. There were two sets of sliding glass doors at the far end and Daphne admired the view of the city before peering into one of the aquariums. It was full of long, thin spiky plants, like softly swaying rosemary but she didn’t see any fish. The next few aquariums were filled with plants but were fish-free as well. “These are all empty,” she said, squinting around the room and searching for signs of aquatic fauna but all she saw were plants.

“No way! Those are my babies!” Silas was at her shoulder with a jam jar filled with chilled wine.

“Your babies?” Daphne laughed and let him lead her to one of the armchairs by the sliding glass doors. They were leather and extremely distressed but the chair Daphne sat in was soft and she had a clear view of the stove and the oven. A cookbook was open on a stand on the counter and there were so many spices! The backsplash was stainless steel and studded with magnetized tins. There had to be at least a hundred…

“My plants. I grow marine plants. Fish would make me sad because most marine fish can’t reproduce in captivity so they’re taken from reefs, which is incredibly damaging to our underwater eco systems,” Silas explained. He kneeled at Daphne’s feet and eased off her heels. “For me, marine plants are just as exciting because each one likes a different temperature, salinity, amount of light, and even current speed.”

“Really?” Daphne was fascinated but also turned on as Silas kissed the arch of her foot before kneading it with his thumbs. He hummed while he worked, focused and devoted. He kissed the tips of her toes then glanced at the tanks closer to the door and the kitchen.

“It stays darker and cooler there so deeper water plants do better. The ones by the windows like hotter, shallower waters.”

“Aren’t you just…” Daphne humphed suspiciously into her jar. She sipped and moaned in delight. “You’re too perfect and I wish you’d knock it off. This is delicious, though.”

“I was thinking of throwing together a Thai noodle salad later and the riesling will go really well with it.” He released her foot and massaged each calf before sliding his hands up her thighs. Silas unbuttoned the her fly and Daphne obediently lifted her hips so he could slide her jeans off. “I want to take care of you before I disappear into the kitchen for half an hour.”

“Disappear?” Daphne asked and looked at the kitchen. She’d be able to see him from just about anywhere in the apartment.

“Idisappear. I used to think I wanted to be a chef until my dad took me scuba diving for my twelfth birthday. I worked in a few kitchens before I got the job at the coffee shop and I don’t miss that life or regret my decision. But I get carried away and a little intense when I’m here by myself. And it’s usually safer if I’m by myself because it’s pretty tight in there.”

Daphne opened her mouth to invite him to cook in her kitchen whenever he wanted but forgot what she was going to say when he parted her thighs. He moaned with relief as he kissed the inside of her knee and dragged his lips along her thigh. There was an answering tide of need and it nearly pulled Daphne under when he slid his hands under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the seat.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he whispered against her flesh, creating goosebumps. His strong, clever hands gripped her ass and Daphne sank back and melted into the seat, letting Silas do what he did best.

ChapterFive

“You have no idea.”

Daphne’s fingers swept through his hair, making Silas shiver as her nails scraped his scalp. A tickle of joy spilled down his spine and it was bliss, rubbing his nose and lips over the strip of soft cotton shielding her pussy.

“Daphne,” Silas whispered reverently. He’d memorized every detail and dreamt of her but this was so much better than anything he’d experienced with her in the club. She was so much more vivid andhisnow that he could finally say her name while he was touching her and loving her with his mouth.

And he wanted so desperately—and he wanted nothing else—but to love her.

Silas traced the whisper-thin fabric with the back of his finger before sliding it to the side so he could press a kiss to the lips of her pussy. She whimpered and her fingers twisted in Silas’s hair, begging him to taste her. He obeyed her wordless command and lapped at her damp folds, making her gasp and nod frantically in approval.

She was already slick when Silas parted her petal-soft lips with his thumb. He dipped his tongue into the silky center of her, desperate for that first taste of Daphne. She was crisp and slightly sweet with just a bit of tartness; succulent and soft like a ripe pear. Her juices rolled down his chin as he thrust with his tongue and suckled at her delicate flesh, making her squirm and writhe as she held back her moans.

Silas’s apartment wasn’t soundproof like his chamber at the club but he didn’t care. The man upstairs played the theremin at odd hours and the couple next door fought. All. The. Time. But Silas had never once complained because he owned headphones and imagined there’d come a day when he’d need a little grace in return.They might even be happy for me. It’s been way too quiet in here for too long.

“I want to hear you, Daphne.” He breathed the words against her thigh then nibbled, eliciting a giggled sheik. “Thank you,” Silas murmured and went back to pleasing her.

Her clit was hard and she sobbed his name as he sucked on it, filling his soul with warmth and making it lighter. Silas was so high as he worked two fingers into Daphne’s pussy and curled them upwards. He found her g-spot and massaged it firmly, savoring her shredded cries as he tugged at her clit with his lips and flicked at it with his tongue.

“Oh… Fuck! Yes, Silas!” Her back bowed and his tongue was bathed with salted honey as she came but he kept going. He wanted to purge all the pent-up frustration and tension he could and make sure Daphne understood why they were there. He hung on and ground his fingertips against the soft, spongey gland until her legs began to shake. “Silas!” Daphne’s thighs clamped tight around Silas’s head as his face was squirted. He opened his mouth and moaned in approval as he tried to catch every drop but his chin, neck, and the front of the t-shirt were drenched.

“Good girl.” He held her open and dragged his tongue all over the insides of her thighs and asscheeks, and over her mound, cleaning her as he lapped away the last of the tension she’d carried with her into his apartment.

“I was worried it wouldn’t be as good as it is in the club but that was so much better.” Daphne was breathless and her hair was stuck to her cheeks as she flopped forward. She cradled his face and was panting as her lips crushed his. Silas groaned in delight and pulled her off the chair, and onto his lap. He gloried in the sweetness of her tongue as it swirled around his and the taste of her breath. She was warm and real, not the aloof, composed queen from their sessions in his chamber. It was magic, finally being able to hold her in his arms.

He couldn’t bring himself to do it anymore, whenever Silas considered asking someone out. It wouldn’t have been fair because he was too focused on his Ph.D. and Ashley to be a good partner. Tinder worked for a while because there were a lot of people who were into quick, anonymous oral sex. Then, Silas received an invitation to a discreet sex club from a law firm called Smith & Wick. The ReginaLingus was the perfect solution because Silas could fit sex into his schedule and didn’t have to worry about leading anyone on.

The club became Heaven when Silas found his queen so hecouldn’task anyone out in good conscience. He’d have to give up his membership at the club and his time withher. No one seemed like they’d fit or demanded Silas’s attention the wayshedid. Except for Daphne. He was captivated from the moment he first saw her and Silas wouldn’t set another foot in the club if it meant he had a shot with Daphne. Once he realized who he’d been worshiping for months, she became the only reason Silas went. But Daphne stopped going shortly after that and Silas spent his hour at the club reading the paper and drinking tea while he waited for her.

“I don’t want this to be like the club. I want to touch, learn, and cherish every part of you Daphne, not just your pussy.”


Tags: K. Sterling Erotic