Chapter 196: Chapter 196: Teach Me
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Ivy was stunned by Silas’s question and stared at him blankly. Seeing his serious expression, she knew he wasn’t joking around.
’Well... he is indeed right. But I can’t show weakness too!’ Ivy thought in her mind and stared at Silas for a while before coughing softly.
"I don’t want to provide any compensation. Aren’t I your love? Cut me some slack." She said with a righteous expression.
In front of Silas, Ivy could act spoiled and arrogant, and she knew he would still let her off.
His patience for her was so vast that even Ivy had never known the depth. She only knew one thing... when it came to her... he would listen to all her tantrums and coax her gently.
Based on that belief, Ivy thought Silas would let her off.
However, this time Silas stared deeply at Ivy before chuckling.
"No, Ivy, everyone has to pay for their mistake. I will repent by listening to you and loving you for eternity. Now tell me, how will you repent?"
His question left Ivy stunned for a long while.
"You... you are trying to trick me!" Ivy anxiously stated. "Don’t you always listen to me? How can that be called repenting?"
Silas chuckled, "That’s different. I indeed listen to you, but I never made a promise regarding that."
’You clearly want to trick me! Even without this promise, you will still listen to me!’ Ivy thought in her heart.
In her previous life, Silas never gave her this promise, but he still fulfilled it by never contradicting her.
"What do you want?" Ivy asked, and even though her eyes were still red, this time she looked alluring and tempting. Silas stared at the magnified beautiful face and chuckled.
"Simple. Please me."
His eyes darkened, while his hand tucked a hair strand behind her ears.
Ivy felt scalded by the raw intensity in Silas’s eyes and looked away. "Switch off the lights first."
Silas chuckled, his low, deep voice reverberating and making Ivy’s heart tremble.
"My love, as much as I want to do it right now and here, we are not going to the third base today."
His eyes were flashing with joy when he realized that Ivy had agreed to compensate him!
Ivy felt even more ashamed and warned, "Either the lights get turned off, or I leave."
"Alright. Alright." Silas could see the fury caused by embarrassment rising in Ivy’s eyes and knew he had entered a dangerous territory.
He turned Ivy so that her back was touching his chest, and he turned off all the lights except for the bedside lamp.
"Comfortable?" he murmured.
"Mmhmm." It was all Ivy could manage. Her heart was doing a nervous, fluttering dance behind her ribs.
She could feel his hard body beneath her, pressed against the curve of her backside, radiating a persistent and thrilling heat.
She turned her head slightly, her lips brushing his stubbled jaw.
"Can I..." she started, her voice barely a whisper. "Can I touch you?"
His arms tightened around her for a brief, reassuring moment. "I am dying for it, baby."
Ivy twisted carefully in his lap, turning to face him, her knees settling on either side of his hips.
The new position brought them impossibly closer. Her eyes met his, dark and intense in the low light, and she saw nothing but open hunger and a deep, patient warmth.
She leaned in and captured his mouth with hers, a slow, searching kiss that made her toes curl.
Her hands slid from his shoulders, down the front of his shirt, feeling the defined planes of his chest and stomach.
She hesitantly trailed her fingers lower, over the buckle of his belt, until her palm rested flat against the noticeable bulge straining against his zipper.
He was so hard. A shiver of pure want went through her.
She broke the kiss, breathing a little harder, and looked down at her hand on him.
"Show me," she whispered, her cheeks flushing. "I want to... I want to make you feel good. Show me how."
In her previous life, she was constantly molested, but not once did she please anyone.
Silas didn’t speak. He felt pleased, even smug, that the woman he loved was unaware of such matters.
This way, he would have the opportunity to teach her everything.
He just brought his hands up, covering hers. He guided her fingers to his belt buckle, his movements sure and steady.
The click of the buckle releasing seemed deafening in the quiet room.
He guided her hand to his zipper, the sound of it sliding down a slow, deliberate tease.
He helped her ease the jeans down his hips just enough, and then his hand was covering hers again, wrapping her fingers around his length through the soft cotton of his boxer briefs.
The shear size of him and the heat, even through the fabric, made her gasp. He was thick and solid in her grasp.
"Just like that," he breathed against her temple, his own breathing starting to deepen. "Feel me."
She did. She squeezed gently, earring a low groan from him that vibrated through her entire body. It was the most incredible sound she’d ever heard.
Encouraged, she slipped her hand under the waistband of his underwear.
Her fingers finally met hot, smooth skin. Her breath caught in her throat. She wrapped her hand around him, her fingers not quite meeting.
She began to move her hand, a slow, uncertain stroke.
Silas’s head fell back against the chair, a muscle in his jaw twitching. "Yes, Ivy. Just like that."
His praise was a shot of adrenaline. She found a rhythm, her wrist twisting slightly on the upstroke the way he’d subtly guided her to, her thumb brushing over the slick head of his cock.
He was leaking for her, and she used the moisture to smooth her movements, creating a slick, frictionless glide.