Chapter 33: Get you pregnant
"No... you shouldn’t be doing this," Silas said, prying her hands off his chest. His breath ghosted over her lips, warm and shaky, sending a shiver down her spine. She moaned, her body reacting to the closeness of his breath.
"Doing what?" She asked, her voice low and seductive. The sultry lilt in her tone made him falter, his eyes falling to her mouth, the curve of her lips too inviting to resist. He swallowed, fighting the heat rising inside him. He had only been with a woman once before, and that had been so rushed, so chaotic, he barely remembered it.
Zara didn’t wait. She leaned in and seized his lips with hers, kissing him with hunger. To her surprise, his hands slid to the back of her head, threading through her hair as he deepened the kiss, taking control in an instant.
While their mouths locked, Zara slid her hand down between their bodies, fingers tracing his arousal until it pressed firmly against her core. She moaned into his mouth, the contact igniting her, and his cock twitched hard against her.
Breaking the kiss, she whispered breathlessly, "No, I don’t want your love, darling. I want your cock." She smiled devilishly, her voice dripping with mischief and desire.
She leaned forward until her bare breasts pressed against his chest, their skin touching in a slow burn, and whispered against his ear, "Fuck me from behind." Then she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, smiling, daring him.
Without a word, Silas gripped her hips and lifted her with surprising strength. He shifted on the couch, guiding her until her back was to him. Still seated, he bent her over slightly, her hands resting against the edge of the couch for balance. Dropping the towel around his waist, he leaned forward, his lips brushing the back of her ear, and kissed her there gently, making her moan softly in response.
"Teasing me now, huh?" She breathed, shuddering as his thick arousal brushed against her bare cheeks. She pushed back against him, grinding slowly, her body aching for release. The heat between her legs grew slicker, wetter, and she bit her tongue, trying to contain her own moans.
But Silas wasn’t rushing. He kissed a slow path down her spine, trailing heat with every touch of his mouth. She whimpered his name, "Oh, Silas..." trembling at his pace.