Page 12 of Silks

Luckily, that’s what I was going to do anyway.

“I’ll take it from here,” I told Dan firmly. “When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed immediately. I told you to leave.”

Dan did not look satisfied, but he nodded his head, then disappeared down the hall.

“Come on Ophelia,” I said, and for once she obeyed me, flouncing ahead of me out the door and back down the hallway.

“What were you doing in there?” I asked when we reached my room again.

“None of your business,” she said promptly. “Why were you awake anyways?”

I definitely don’t want to answer that question, so I grabbed her wrist as she turned to her bed.

“God! Let me go, Teddy!”

“Oh, I’m Teddy again? What happened to Theodore?” I asked, trying to ignore the way my heartbeat picked up at the sound of her voice saying my name.

She ignored me. “I said let me go, asshole!”

I was hyperaware of everything about her. Her heavy breasts brushed against me as I held her wrist, the taut tips of her nipples tight against her thin shirt. The need to take her clawed at me.

For one second, with her face so close to mine, the clear silky-smooth gray of her eyes glaring at me, I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself. For one second I’m afraid as she puts one leg in between mine to brace against the bed, trying to extricate herself from my grip, that I can’t stop, that I’ll finally do what I’ve wanted to do for so long.

Take her, no matter what she says.

I clenched my fist so tightly that my nails dug into my flesh and finally I can feel the control coming again, and I release her.

A few minutes later, I can tell from her deep, easy breathing that she’s asleep. Maybe I could go to sleep without having to jerk off. Then she rolled over onto her belly, her long hair falling over the side of the bed and into my face.

Shit.

I looked up and her leg was halfway hanging off the bed, which meant her delicious pussy was spread open right on top of my cock, her face and body only inches from mine.

There’s a pillow tucked between her thighs, ensuring she’s spread open, and I’ve never been jealous of a fucking pillow before, but I guess I am now.

My cock is instantly rock-hard again, inhaling the scent of her, the fainter coconut of her shampoo mixed with the mint juleps she drunk.

Her bra is hanging on the side of the bed because she’s a slob and I reach for it with one hand, bringing it to my nose.

It smells like her skin, like sun, like the sweetest temptation.

I brought my cock out with one hand, not daring to move for fear her hair would all fall off me. Her lips are slightly open, pink and soft. I want to do so many filthy things to them, but more than anything I crave just kissing them, tasting her, taking her sweetness for me.

I put my hand on my cock and God, it only takes a few impatient strokes before I feel like I could come already. Her legs are still open in her sleepy little lioness pose, her round hip jutting up in the air so that her pussy is spread wide open over top of me. Her sweet sleepy breath drifts across my face and I open my mouth to consume as much of her as I can.

It’s always the same way. When I’m with any other woman, I can go as long as I want, fucking in marathon sessions. When I’m alone and thinking about my sister it’s totally different. I can’t control myself, my hand moving convulsively over my dick, stroking my cock in hard, urgent pulls, grunting like an animal.

I have to grit my teeth to keep myself silent and I want to just smell her forever but I can’t stop the release spiraling at the base of my spine.

Her lips are slightly open and parted, and I raised my head just a few inches, just a little bit, letting my lips brush against her soft ones in a featherlight kiss.

It completely undoes me and I release into her sweet pussy hanging off the bed, right past that little thong that stretches her pussy lips and into her pussy itself. I watch as my cum shoots into her, coating her plump lips and entering her perfect-looking cunt.

I bury my ropes of cum in her until I can’t come anymore and then my chest is heaving, slick with sweat and the effort of staying silent.

She shifts a bit, rolling onto her back this time, and the thought of my cum now pooled in her means I can’t fully suppress a low noise somewhere between a groan and. . .I don’t even want to think about what. Something needy and desperate.

What if that gets her pregnant?