Chapter 362: Utterly vulnerable
Silas held still, but not perfectly as he beheld the exposed body of his wife.
Those plump cushions that served her as ass rippled like the disturbed surface of a pond with every touch. The wide hips that earned Arabella those beautiful curves drawing her generous form, the way her lower back arched to push her bottom outwards kept his eyes utterly transfixed while his ears paid close attention to the rhythm her heart played.
It drummed its cage, almost as if demanding freedom, but as a result, it worked on raising the temperature across her entire body, her face and core being the most afflicted by its caprice.
Although, the broad range of conflicting emotions that hit her all at once did not help her condition one bit.
Indeed, the shame and humiliation of laying bare before a man’s gaze, purely for his amusement kept her petrified in place, but her own, untamed passion and desire for more dug its heels with the promise to stay, imposing its presence whether it was wanted or otherwise.
Arabella wanted him to go further. She hoped he would do more to her body. A lot more.
That thought was put on hold the moment his warm hands slid very slowly down her back to grope palms full of her ample cheeks, giving them tight squeezes from time to time for good measure.
"I fear for that poor heart of yours," his hands did not stop working, fondling every inch of her bottom, "I fear it’ll work itself to death,"
Through broken, little whimpers she answered, "I am able to handle it further. I consent for more," she paused before pleading, "Please," her words coming a tad muffled from the pillow right in front of her mouth.
"Turn around," he ordered dryly, "Lay on your back and face me," his voice turned much sharper and stricter.
Very reluctantly, the beet red young woman obeyed but tried to keep her legs connected together around the crotch as her arms covered her chest. The moment her back touched the bed; she flung her irises as far away from his figure as possible to avoid any chance at making eye contact.
Silas was having none of that so first, he took her by the ankles before spreading her legs apart without any prior warning.
The act startled Arabella, but Silas ignored the gasp as well as the wide eyes with which she gazed back at him and instead focused his attention on the pink, soft, glistening little thing her legs tried to shield from him.
"Keep them that way until I tell you otherwise," he told her as he placed each leg on one side of himself.
Leaning forward, Silas made sure his member pressed right on her pussy before taking both of her wrists and repeating what he did to her legs thus leaving her tits completely exposed.
While putting her hands above her head, his face came a mere inch away from hers, allowing their hot breaths to mingle without any restrictions.
His diamonds, hungry for a taste, traveled downwards, "Can you feel me better now?" he chuckled, "Because I can definitely feel how wet you are... Even through my clothes I can tell your whole body is on fire," his tongue connected with her jaw, brushing upwards to lick her entire cheek.
In an agonizingly slow motion, the man straightened his stance and began unclasping his vest, shortly moving to the buttons of his shirt after that.
Once his under shirt was gone, his perfect chest was left for his wife to fondle with her starved eyes.
The temperature between her legs never stopped climbing up as that part of her body begged to be explored, touched and used.
"Now, I do not wish to tie your hands so be good for me and keep them exactly where I put them. Do you understand?" his lips grazed hers, pulling away tauntingly when she tried to connect further.
"Yes!" she nodded profusely.
From the palms of her hands, along her arms then all the way to her forehead, his lips bestowed warm kisses, but as the turn for her mouth to be used came, Silas sucked on her tongue, leaving not an inch of it shrouded in mystery.
Her hips began to move up and down, grinding against his cock just as much as he did on her sensitive flesh.
The man broke their oral dance at once to look her straight in the eyes with slightly knitted eyebrows, "You are such a greedy girl, surrendering yourself so quickly to me like this," his diamonds trailed down then returned to meet her eyes again, "There is so much I wish to do to you but alas... I don’t think I should make you wait for too long. Not tonight, at least," his head shook slowly.
No warnings were given before his mouth reached its next target. His tongue took to her nipples to play, putting pressure on them at times and sucking at others. The man ignored all of her pleading, whimpering and calls for mercy as both of his hands squeezed on her breasts.
He ignored it for he knew just from how hard her nipples had turned, that she wanted to be taken. The glistening sweat covering her body and the heavy moaning seconded that theory without the need for any words.
"What did I say about those hands?" he grunted upon sensing her arms coming down as she squirmed.
Arabella didn’t need a second warning and put her arms up above her head where he left them.
Her nipples were sucked until soreness and from there, Silas made his way down but decided to prepare the skin around her pussy without putting his lips right on it just yet.
Starting gently, he kissed her inner thighs before licking and sucking at them as his thumb found its way to the bud that was her clit.
As soft as he was, the very little pressure he put while rubbing it already sent her into another realm.
Silas listened to the melody sung by her moans that were interrupted by sharp gasps for air until his ears grew tired of it.
"I really don’t want to hurt you," his thumb remained on her clit, "I’d like to penetrate you with my finger for the first time if that is alright with you," instead of meeting her eyes, his attention had been completely whisked by the shivers of pure pleasure that governed her body.
When Arabella gave no concrete answer, Silas proceeded to spread the dripping outer lips of her pussy before moving on to the inner lips.
Sharp little stings shot through her lower half as one of his fingers slowly slid inside her.
Her legs locked in place as her hands clutched very tightly at the sheets in order to drown the keen ache that coursed her muscles.
Silas gauged the pressure and speed to apply by the intensity of her wincing until finally, it became no longer necessary.
The man pulled his finger out of her before wiping the blood staining it with a clean cloth.