Page 96 of Whispers of Helena
I set a slow rhythm, my hips driving deep. My hands tighten on her ass, steadying myself as I spread her wider. Leaning forward, I spit onto her untouched entrance, letting my thumb trace the sensitive ring. She gasps, her body jerking beneath me as I press forward.
“Oh, God…” The words slip from her lips, half-plea, half-prayer.
I chuckle darkly, matching the roll of my hips with the steadyintrusion of my thumb. “What God are you calling out to? There’s no one else here. Only my cock filling you, my fingers claiming what’s mine. You will say my name in this room.”
Her breath stutters, her fingers clenching the sheets. “Silas…”
I slow my hips, spitting again. I remove my thumb and slide a finger in, feeling the tight ring just inside. I lean over her, covering her body with mine. “Need to stretch you a little, love.”
I place soft, light kisses on her shoulders as I press a second finger inside, my hips steadily rocking. I feel her tense around my fingers. “Relax love, I got you, you’re mine and you're safe.”
I repeat the words as I move across her back, kissing and licking her warm, soft skin. I maintain a slow pace as I spread my fingers inside her, stretching her gently. Her body starts to relax and her breath picks up. Soon, she’s pressing back against me.
“Does that feel good, love? Being filled with me so completely?” My pace remains steady and deep, my fingers matching my thrusts.
“Yes, Silas…” She pushes up onto her elbows, her head hanging between her shoulders, breathless. “Can you…” Her voice trails off, hesitant.
I slow my hips, teasing. “Can I what, Caroline?” I want to hear her say it.
She swallows hard, gathering her courage. “I want to try it.”
I pull my fingers from her ass, dragging them over her sensitive flesh. “You want me to fuck that tight little hole?”
I drive into her hard to punctuate my question, a gasp breaching her lips. “Yes, please,” she begs, her body trembling beneath me.
I slide out, my eyes locked on the way she moves, her perfect ass tilting toward me in invitation. But I hesitate. “We don’t have anything to ease the way. I won’t hurt you.”
“You used to keep aloe in your nightstand,” she murmurs. “We could use that.”
A smirk tugs at my lips as I reach for the drawer, retrieving the small bottle. The soft click of the cap breaking open fills the anticipationquietly waiting between us. I warm the gel in my palms, then coat both myself and her, taking my time.
I press two fingers inside again; the slickness making it easy. This time, her body welcomes me, her hips rolling in rhythm with my movements, encouraging me.
“Give me your cock, Silas,” she demands, her voice edged with impatience, with need.
God help me, I could never deny her.
I smooth another layer of aloe over us, my hand steady as I grip my cock and press the tip against her tight entrance. Slowly, carefully, I push forward. She tenses, her body instinctively resisting the intrusion.
“Relax, love. Breathe for me.” My voice is rough, strained with control.
She exhales sharply through her nose and I feel her body quiver. I run my palm up and down her spine, soothing her, grounding her. “That’s it. You’re doing so good. Just keep breathing.”
I keep the pace slow, inching forward, feeling as her body accommodates me. The heat, the tightness…it’s almost unbearable. By the time I’m fully seated inside her, my head is spinning, my breath coming in uneven gasps.
“Goddamn, Caroline,” I groan, trying to regain control.
Beneath me, she shifts, pressing back against me, her need palpable. “Move, Bronco. Please…move.”
I pull out just a fraction, then slide back in, testing, feeling her body adjust. With every measured thrust, she softens, surrendering to the stretch, to me.
“Holy fuck, Caroline,” I pant, watching the way she takes me, the way she opens for me. My voice drops, a command wrapped in reverence. “Reach down and touch yourself. I want to feel you come with me.”
Her arm disappears beneath her, and I watch, mesmerized, as her body responds. My hips draw back a little more each time, my thrusts gaining depth, gaining power. Then, finally, the sound I’vebeen waiting for washes over me. A moan, breathy and wrecked, spilling from her lips.
I lean over her, my mouth grazing the shell of her ear. “Does it feel good? Tell me it feels as fucking perfect for you as it does for me.”
She nods against the mattress, her voice shaking. “It does. Shit, Silas…why didn’t we ever do this before?”
