13. LARA: MY FIRST ORGASM BY THE HANDS OF A MAN, PART TWO

Swallowing loudly, I slowly lowered my arms.
My eyes dropped to the bra I had pulled on this morning. I instantly winced. It had to be the most unflattering thing I owned. Colour flooded my cheeks. My breathing sped up when he traced a single finger down my neck, over my collarbone and to the top of my breasts. He softly traced the rim of the bra before pulling his hand away. I tilted my head up when he muttered something under his breath.
Our eyes locked when he reached around me. I sucked in a sharp breath when he easily unclasped my bra. Before I could reach up to grab hold of it so it wouldn’t slide down, Silas grabbed my wrist and stopped my movement. He rubbed my skin softly with his thumbs. My mouth dried when his hands slowly trailed up my arms. Silas stopped when he reached the straps of my bra.
“Breathe.”
I sucked in a sharp breath after realizing that I was holding my breath. At the same time, he started pulling the straps down. He threw the bra aside like he had done with his shirt. Silas wrapped and arm around my waist and pulled me up against his body. The air left my lungs in a rush when he pressed my bare chest against his. It felt strange but not unpleasant to feel his chest hair rubbing against my chest.
My eyes darted up to his in wonder. He gave me a small smile that lasted only a few seconds before he leaned down to claim my mouth again. Silas tugged me higher against his body and guided my legs around his hips, and then he was suddenly lowering me back down to the bed. I gripped his hips tighter and clung to his shoulders.
His tongue brushed mine briefly before he pulled away. I turned my head to the side when his lips started trailing down my neck. A whimper fell from my lips when he suddenly wrapped his lips around one of my nipples. Pleasure shot down to the apex of my thighs with every tug of his mouth. He pulled away and used his tongue to flick my puckered nipple.
My hands slid up his neck to bury in his hair. Silas kissed a path to my other nipple. He circled it slowly, flicked his tongue back and forth a few times, and then closed his lips over it and sucked. I arched my back and pressed his face closer to my chest. My hips started moving on their own accord.
I instantly became aware of the hard bulge in his pants that was pressing against my sex.
“Fuck,” Silas rasped. “You’re going to kill me, baby.”
He shifted above me. Silas moved to lie down next to me. Disappointment instantly filled me but it died down when leaned down to kiss me again. The panic of him leaving was the furthest thing from my mind at the moment. He pushed himself up onto his elbow before sliding his hand underneath my head. His other hand landed on my stomach.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
His words confused me. My lips parted but the words died down when his hand trailed up. Silas squeezed my breast and then tugged on my nipple.
“Do you think I could make you come by just playing with your tits?”
I instantly shook my head, making him chuckle.
“I bet I can, but not tonight.” He gave me a small smile. “I’m going to make you feel really fucking good baby.”
“W-what if y-you can’t?”
His smile widened. Silas didn’t answer me at all. His hand slid back down over the curve of my stomach to the band of my pants. He managed to unbutton my jeans one-handed. My stomach rolled when he slowly tugged the zip down. Silas made no move to push my pants and underwear down which made me feel a little better. His fingertips brushed against the band of my panties.
“Lara.”
My eyes snapped open. “Silas.”
I was pleading, but I had no idea what I was pleading for. My hand shot down to grip his wrist when his fingers slightly slid underneath my panties. Silas pressed his forehead against mine. His lips softly brushed mine. I sighed when his tongue traced my bottom lip. He placed one of his legs over mine and leaned over me a little more. My nipple brushed against his chest. It made a shudder race down my spine.
His hand suddenly slipped underneath my panties, making me tense. My breathing started to speed up again when I felt his fingers brush against my sex.
“Spread your legs a little wider.”
To my surprise, I followed his order without thinking about it.
“Good girl,” he instantly praised.
I swallowed. “Silas.”
“Mmm?”
His hand slid down even more. My hips jerked when his finger brushed against my clit. It slowly slid down between my pussy lips. He made that strange sound at the back of his throat again. The last time he made it, it sounded pretty fucking scary, but not this time. It made my body heat up ever more.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispered.
I moaned and tilted my hips upwards, seeking his pleasurable touch. Silas didn’t disappoint. He instantly started rubbing small circles on my clit. Silas would speed up and then slow down when I was close to the edge.
“Look at me.”
My eyes shot to his.
“You are not a frigid woman Lara.” His hand slid down and a finger traced my slit. “If you were a frigid woman, you wouldn’t be so fucking wet. You wouldn’t be begging me. You wouldn’t be riding my hand like you’re doing now.”
“Oh please,” I gasped.
His lips smashed down on mine again. I froze when he suddenly pushed a finger inside my pussy. I clutched the sheets and tried to slam my legs closed. His intrusion burned. Silas pulled away and buried his face against my neck. Muttered curses fell from his lips. Gripping the sheets didn’t help so I reached up and gripped his arm and dig my nails into his skin.
Silas shifted slightly and then pressed another finger against my clit again. His finger inside me slowly started to move. Another low moan fell from my lips. The burning sensation had faded. Although it felt strange to have his finger inside me, it was also pleasurable—especially with his finger brushing against my clit.
And then the pleasure hit. My back arched and a cry fell from my lips. All air left my lungs and back dots appeared in my line of vision.