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Chapter 441: Chapter 441: Longing
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Silas leaned against the frame, his blue eyes holding hers with an intensity that made the room feel smaller.
"Ivy," he breathed, pushing off the wall in one fluid motion.
He crossed the space between them in three long strides. His hands cradled her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. The scent of him, clean soap and warm skin, filled her senses.
"Missed you," he murmured, his voice rough. "God, I missed you."
His mouth covered hers.
It wasn’t a gentle hello. It was deep, hungry, and claiming. His tongue swept past her lips, tasting her, and Ivy’s knees went liquid.
Her hands flew to his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle bunch under his shirt. He kissed her again and again, each one a silent, fervent sentence.
"Missed this," he whispered against her lips. "Missed the taste of you."
His mouth trailed down her jaw to the sensitive spot below her ear.
A shiver tore through her. His hands slid down from her face, over her shoulders, and found the hem of her shirt.
"Off," he said, the word a soft command against her throat.
He pulled the fabric up and over her head, letting it fall forgotten. His gaze heated as it swept over her lace-covered breasts. His fingers traced the curve of one, feather-light.
"Beautiful," he said, almost to himself.
He unhooked her bra with practiced ease. The cool air was a shock, followed by the searing heat of his palms covering her.
He thumbed her nipples, watching them tighten under his touch.
"Silas," she gasped.
"I know," he said, lowering his head. "Let me."
His mouth closed over one peak, sucking gently, then with more pressure.
The pull went straight to her core, a sharp, delicious ache. He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, until she was arching into him, her fingers tangled in his blonde hair.
He kissed a path down her stomach, his hands working the button of her jeans. He pushed them and her panties down in one go, kneeling before her as she stepped out of them.
She stood there, completely bare before him. His eyes darkened, drinking her in.
"On the bed," he instructed, his voice thick.
She moved back, sitting on the edge of the mattress. He followed, kneeling between her legs. He didn’t enter her. Instead, he leaned down and kissed the inside of her thigh.
"I need to taste you first," he said, his breath hot against her skin. "I’ve been thinking about nothing else."
His mouth found her center.
Ivy cried out, her head falling back. His tongue was flat and firm, a long, slow stroke from bottom to top. He circled her clit, then sucked it gently between his lips.
"Oh... oh, god..."
He hummed against her, the vibration shooting sparks up her spine.
He was relentless, learning every fold, every sensitive spot. His fingers joined, slipping inside her, curling just right.
"Wait," she panted, pushing weakly at his shoulder. "Your turn. Let me..."
He looked up, his chin glistening. He shook his head, a slow, confident smile playing on his lips. "No. This is for you. All for you."
His baby was handling so much all on her own; how can he bear to care about himself?
He dove back in, his tongue flicking faster. Ivy whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed.
She was so close, the pressure building to a breaking point. But it felt uneven, one-sided.
"Silas, please," she begged, not even sure what she was asking for.
He pulled back, breathing hard. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes blazing. "You want to give me something?"
She nodded frantically.
A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. "Then let’s not take turns."
Her pink eyes widened. "What?"
"Six nine," he said, the words hanging in the air between them.
Ivy stared. She’d... thought about it. But the reality seemed clumsy, awkward. "I... I don’t know if I..."
"We’ll figure it out," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. He moved up, straddling her chest, his body reversing over hers. "Just relax."
Her heart hammered against her ribs. The view was intimidating... the hard line of his abdomen, the thatch of blonde hair, his erection straining towards her face.
She could feel his knees bracketing her head, his own descent as he lowered his mouth back to her.
The first contact of his tongue made her jump. At the same time, the head of his cock brushed her lips. The dual sensation was overwhelming.
She opened her mouth, taking him in. He was thick, filling her. She heard his muffled groan against her sex.
For a moment, it was a tangle of limbs. She tried to move her tongue, but her focus was split between the pleasure he was giving and the mechanics of what she was doing. She felt... inexperienced.
He lifted his head slightly. "Ivy," he said, his voice vibrating through her. "Don’t think. Just feel. Use your tongue, right under the tip. Yeah... just like that."
His guidance grounded her. She followed his quiet, breathless instructions, licking and sucking, finding a rhythm.
He used his tongue in quick, tight circles, then broad, flat strokes that made her thighs tremble.
The awkwardness melted away, replaced by a deep, throbbing synergy.
Every moan she drew from him vibrated through her body. Every gasp he stole from her fueled his own motions. It was a feedback loop of pure sensation.
She lost herself in the taste of him, the salt and skin, the way his hips began a shallow, involuntary thrust.
Her own world narrowed to the insistent, glorious pressure of his mouth. He slid two fingers back inside her, pumping in time with his tongue.
Her hands came up, gripping his hips, holding him to her as her back arched.
The climax didn’t build... it exploded.
Pleasure detonated, wave after wave shaking her apart. She trembled, her mouth going slack.
Feeling her peak, Silas let out a guttural sound. He moved faster against her mouth, his control fraying. "Ivy... gonna..."