Chapter 197: Chapter 197: Second Round?
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Watching him come undone for her was the most beautiful scene she’d ever known.
His eyes were closed, his strong hands holding her hips, his whole body tense.
But then, one of his hands left her hip and slid between their bodies.
His fingers found the waistband of her panties and slipped inside, not hesitating, not asking, because he already knew. He knew her body’s answer before she did.
Two fingers pressed against her center, and a broken cry escaped her lips. She was soaked, aching, and so ready for him.
"Keep going," he growled, his voice thick with need. "Don’t stop."
It was a command she couldn’t follow.
Her movements on him slowed as his fingers started to touch her, gently circling her clit with just the right pressure that made her feel like she was seeing stars.
For a moment, she even wondered if he was making things difficult for her.
Her head fell forward onto his shoulder, and a moan ripped from her throat.
She wanted to keep her hand moving on him, but everything around her was fading to the amazing spot where his fingers touched her.
"Look at me, Ivy."
She forced her eyes open, lifting her head.
His gaze was locked on hers, dark and blazing. He was watching every single reaction cross her face as his fingers drove her higher.
The feeling of pleasure in her stomach tightened, almost too much to bear. Her movements on him became wild and unsteady.
"I’m... Silas, I’m going to..."
"I know," he said, his voice rough. "Let it happen. Come for me."
His words, the intense look in his eyes, the relentless, perfect motion of his fingers... it was too much.
The warmth reached its peak, and the pressure finally snapped.
Pleasure, white-hot and absolute, exploded through her. Her body tensed, a quiet cry on her lips as the waves hit her, shaking her deeply.
Her hand on him stopped moving, holding him tightly as she felt the waves of pleasure, her body shaking hard against his.
Slowly, gently, he withdrew his hand from her, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth without breaking eye contract.
The sight of him tasting her sent a final, weak shudder through her spent body.
She slumped against him, boneless and breathless, her forehead resting on his shoulder. His arms came around her, holding her close as she floated back down.
Her hand was still wrapped around him, and she could feel him, still rock-hard and throbbing against her palm. A pang of guilt shot through her euphoria.
"I didn’t..." she mumbled into his shirt. "I didn’t finish for you."
He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that vibrated through his chest.
He pried her limp hand from him, bringing it to his lips and placing a soft kiss on her knuckles.
"Believe me, you did." He shifted her slightly, his need still evident. "That was for me. Watching you... That’s everything."
A gentle warmth flowed through Ivy, but underneath, a new urge began to rise.
The need to reciprocate, to witness the same breathtaking release, shattered his controlled composure.
Her hand, which he had so gently placed back in her lap, felt restless.
"Your turn," she whispered, the words sounding braver than she felt.
A slow, devastating smile touched his mouth. "What do you want?"
"Second round, can I master?" Ivy asked like an obedient student, but her flushed face caused Silas to let out a muffled groan.
The urge to turn her around and take action right then and there became even stronger than before.
’Calm down! Don’t act like a beast. Don’t scare her.’ He warned himself.
"Alright, go ahead," he murmured, his voice thick.
His hand covering hers, he guided her into a slow, smooth stroke from the base all the way to the tip.
A jolt went through him, a sharp intake of breath. "Fuck, Ivy."
A thrill shot through her. She was doing that. She was pulling those raw sounds from him.
Her initial shyness began to melt away, replaced by a need to satisfy him.
She moved her hand again, this time feeling more sure of herself, her thumb gilding over the sensitive tip on the way up.
His hips gave a tiny, involuntary push into her hand.
"Again," he breathed; his words were laced with a plea.
She fell into a rhythm, his hand a warm, steady guide over hers, teaching her the pace he liked, the places that made him tense, and the precise turn of her wrist that made him catch his breath.
She could feel his cock becoming hard.
"Look at me," he gritted out, his eyes remaining trained on her.
Her gaze snapped to his. The look in his eyes was almost too strong to handle... a deep, open desire that was all for her.
It was the most intimate thing she had ever seen.
It was the final push. A groan escaped his lips.
His body went rigid as his warm, wet release landed on her hand.
He shook hard, his hold on her hand becoming almost too tight for a brief moment before he relaxed completely, falling back onto the bed.
"Are you pleased now?" Ivy asked, her tone laced with smugness.
"Hm..." Silas nodded, his heart was leaping with joy, and he pulled Ivy in his arms before kissing her forehead. "Thank you, my love."
Ivy blushed but didn’t push away. The warmth seeping from Silas’s body slowly dissipated the cold Ivy usually felt.
She could still smell his essence on her hand, and honestly, she loved the scent.
It soothed her and made her feel secure and thrilled. A part of her felt as if she were on nine clouds.
The orgasm she experienced was especially significant; it was her first, and she had never felt so satisfied before.
"Did you enjoy it?" Silas asked while cuddling, his hand slowly roamed to her hips, and he gave it a firm squeeze before pulling her closer.
"Hm... It was amazing." Ivy buried her head in Silas’s chest, feeling his breath growing rapidly, while something hot and hard poked her.