For a long time, she’s content to just kiss, taking her time exploring my mouth with hers, pausing to breathe, to angle her mouth this way, that way. But then, oh god. Then, she leans into me, pressing me to my back. Her weight is like a warm blanket on me, delicate and negligible and perfect.
I pull her more fully on top of me and slide my hands up the backs of her thighs and under her skirt, greedily taking a double handful of her ass, groaning into her mouth as I fill my hands with the soft weight of flesh and muscle, so round and taut. She breathes a sigh in response, pushing her ass into my hands.
Her eager response makes me rasp out a hoarse chuckle.
She pulls back, confused. “Why are you laughing at me?”
“Because you love the way I touch you.”
She drops her forehead to mine. “I really, really do.” Her lips touch the shell of my ear, and her words are so soft and quiet they’re more of a breath than anything else. “I want to be naked with you, Silas.”
My only answer is another groan as she follows her words by nibbling my earlobe.
I unzip her skirt and tug it down—she lifts up so I can remove it, and then sits up, straddling me. She peels her shirt off in a lithe, sultry movement. I free her hair from the ponytail to sweep loose around her bare shoulders, and then she reaches up behind her back and unhooks her bra. Her eyes are limpid and aroused and eager and bold as she tosses the bra aside. Her big beautiful tits sway gently, nipples pebbling under my gaze.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I breathe, and the disbelieving awe in my voice is entirely real.
She just smiles down at me, sitting tall, thoroughly and visibly enjoying the way I look at her, soaking up the reverence in my voice.
“I never felt beautiful,” she whispers. “Not until you.”
My hands wander up her thighs, pausing to grasp her hips where they bend, pulling her closer, so she feels the arousal pushing at the zipper of my jeans. I let my hands finish their upward journey, then, to her tits. They hang big and round and pale, with pink areolae and upturned nipples begging for my mouth.
I oblige them, sitting up to take her breast in my mouth, sucking on the tight bud of her nipple until she gasps shrilly, palming the back of my head. After a moment, she guides me to her other breast, holding me there, her head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open and slack, pure bliss painting her lovely features.
She gives me a few moments there before pulling away, but only to rip my T-shirt up and off, and then she pushes me to my back. Her eyes are lioness eyes, hungry and proud as she wiggles downward. She seizes my fly and opens it, lowering the zipper with an impatient yank. My cock bulges into the opening, straining against the fabric of my underwear.
She grins at me, hot and eager, shifting further down my body until she’s off the bed, tugging off my boots and socks and jeans and tossing them aside. She wastes no time, hooking her fingers in my boxer briefs and hauling them off, tossing them across the room.
Fuck, she’s eager. Need is written in every feature, every line, every curve, every movement. She stands at the foot of the bed in her panties, hair loose around her face and shoulders, breasts swaying as she breathes deeply. Her bell-curve hips dance side to side as she wiggles out of her panties and kicks them aside. Naomi crawls naked onto the bed, more like a feral, wild lioness than ever—she’s a different person now, no longer the shy, fearful, hesitant woman she was. She really has come alive—it wasn’t me, not really; she just needed freedom and safety.
She straddles me again, bending over me so her hair drifts around our faces and her tits brush my chest. Her mouth frames mine, wet and hungry, tongue demanding and insistent. She grips my cock and strokes me with slow, affectionate pumps.
All I can do is kiss her back, cupping her breast in one hand and delving the other between her thighs.
She lets me bring her to the edge with my fingers, but then stops me before she can fall over the edge into climax. Her forehead touches mine—a gesture that’s quickly become her signature.
“I want more, Silas.”
“Me too,” I answer. “I want all of you. But only what you’re ready for.”
“I’m ready for you, Silas. With you, it’s…it feels perfect. It feels right. It’s nothing like…before.”
“Are you sure?” I whisper, gripping her hips in both hands. “I only want what you’re totally ready for. What you want foryou.”
Her lips hover against mine in a paused kiss. She’s trembling all over, breathing deeply, slowly. I explore her body with my hands, scouring a caressing path from shoulders to spine, hips and ass to thighs and back up to her shoulders, to her hips again.
My breath catches in my throat when I feel her tilt her hips up. My heart hammers in my chest, tympanic and wild. Her soft warm hand slides between our bodies, grasping my cock. Her lips stutter over mine, dance over my jaw, skate down my throat. Her forehead rests on my breastbone and her hot breath washes over my skin in quick gasps…
She guides me to her center, pressing the tip of me against her slick seam. Pauses, hesitating. And then, with a soft high whimper, she sinks her hips down, taking me inside her. All the way, all at once, in a slow hot slick slide.
“Oh god…” she whispers. “Silas…”
descending heaven
Naomi
Ithought I would be scared, the first time with Silas. I thought it would hurt, like it always did before.
