Page 67 of Silver Tears
She nods her head again. “With your mouth,” she murmurs against my lips. I grin at the blush that I can’t see but that I know his there.
“What do you want me to do with my mouth?” I tease. I’m going to make her say it. I want to hear her speak the words. I tease her clit, and she moans into my mouth. I love her moans.
“Seb!” Mill’s groans. “Please.”
“Say the words precious,” I insist. I expect her to dismiss my request.
“Seb, eat my pussy good and make me come all over your face.”
Fuuuccckk!
Okay, if I was hard before, I’m fucking rock hard now. My dirty mouthed little minx.
“What precious asks for, she gets,” I promise as I remove my fingers. I lift off her and pat her thigh. She looks up at me, confused and frustrated. I roll on to my back and beckon her to me.
“Come sit on my face.”
She bites at her lip, looking at me shy and uncertain. I reach over and press the bedside lamp on. I need the light. I want to see this clearly. I have imagined this so many times.
“Seb,” she hisses shyly, biting at her bottom lip.
“You want that pretty pussy eating, precious, then you get up here and sit on my face.” I reach for her wrist. She needs some encouragement. Her chest heaves as I guide her body over mine until her glistening, wet core hovers above my face. I grasp her hips and pull her down, plunging my tongue inside her.
“Oh, oh wow!” She moans, and her hips move of their own volition, and I let her take control. Fuck, I knew this would be good, but I think I might cum in my boxers right now. She grabs the headboard and rides my face like she was born to do it. She moans my name, telling me how good it feels. Her shyness is gone as she hungrily chases her release. Fuck, I could die happy like this. She tells me she is going to come, so I grab her hips and push her down on me. Mills calls out my name as she finds her release and I lap it up hungrily, like I’m starved. My precious tastes mighty fine. With her chest heaving, she lifts off me and shifts herself down to straddle my hips. Mill’s reaches for the elastic of my boxers.
“Mills, you don’t have to.”
“I want to. I want to taste you.” Hers eyes are sparkling with pure desire.
Fuck. Could this night get any better?
She shyly pulls me out of my boxers. My cock stands to attention, begging to be touched. She wraps her hand around the base and slowly lowers her lips down on the head.
“Mills,” I hiss, pushing up my hips, forcing her to take more of me. Her lips wrapped around my cock is heaven on earth. I watch enraptured as she looks up at me with those innocent eyes as she sucks my cock like she was made for my pleasure. God, I need inside of her. “Perfect, Mills. You’re fucking perfect.”
I won’t last much longer. Her mouth is just too good. I fight the urge to grab the back of her head and deepthroat her.
“Fuuccck, yeah!” I groan as I find my release. Like the perfect girl she is, she swallows it all down, licking her lips as she sits up, smiling at me.
I reach for her and press my lips against hers. I can taste myself on her mouth.
“Seb,” she whispers. I can hear her hesitation. She’s not ready to take it any further.
“Shush, precious. I don’t need more. That was fucking heaven. Come here.” I lift her at the waist, and she lies down next to me. She turns onto her side, and I spoon her, wrapping my arm over her waist. I won’t deny that I fall asleep with a big-ass smile on my face. The perfect end to the perfect day.
MILLY
Iwake alone in bed. My mind rushes with a million and one thoughts. I’m in a hotel room with my fake boyfriend and we did things last night that I’ve never done before. I flush and smile when I think of him telling me to sit on his face. I Liked it. It felt naughty and forbidden, but I liked it. A lot. I’m not sure how things started last night or who really made the first move. I think it may have been me. I was desperate for him last night.
This Seb, the one I know and spend time with, differs from the persona he shows to the rest of the world. He’s softer, kinder, and so giving. There aren’t many guys who’d spend their Saturdays entertaining a six-year-old. I’m sure he has many more interesting places to be, but he stayed with us and spent the day with us. All my insecurities return. Seb’s a player. Last night was probably a usual Saturday night, with a willing girl in his bed. I doubt it meant anything to him. Does it mean something to me?
I hear Charlie’s laughter from behind the door and, taking a deep breath, I climb out from under the covers. I don’t have a change of clothes or underwear, so I pull my denim shorts and vest top on from yesterday. When I open the door, I find Seb and Chops playing together on the X-box. Seb leans over and shows him which buttons to press. What do I tell Charlie when this with Seb is over, and he doesn’t come around anymore? He says we’re friends now, and he won’t abandon us, but he has his own life to lead.
“Good morning,” I say, announcing my presence. Little Charlie’s head pops up over the top of the sofa. “Milly! I’m playing X-box with Seb.”
“I can see that,” I say, as I walk round and perch on the far end of the sofa. I can’t look him in the eyes. Partly because I’m scared to, in case he is indifferent, and partly because I’m shy after what we did last night.
“Good morning, Milly Silver,” he sings and I intake a sharp breath as I look over at him. He’s grinning. That smug grin that says he knows he rocked my world last night. He winks at me. “Sleep well?”