He growled when I got to his thumb, but he held still letting me do my thing.
Smiling, I dropped down to my knees in front of him and went to work on his feet.
I tapped the first one I encountered, and he accommodated me by lifting and holding it up so I could wash the bottom of his foot. I repeated the process on his other foot.
I then moved on to his leg, massaging my way up the bulky thickness of it from his ankle to his groin.
Running my soapy hands over his hips, I also encountered his rock-solid cock as the head of it bumped against the corner of my mouth while I leaned forward to wash his hips and belly.
And really now, what was a girl to do?
But when I opened my mouth to take him inside, he took hold of my hair and used it to stop me in my tracks.
“Not yet,” he growled. “Finish.”
I looked down as heat rushed to my face, keeping my mouth shut tight to hold the laugh in that was tempted to escape.
He didn’t let go of my hair as I soaped up his other leg.
Meaning, he didn’t trust me not to take his cock back into my mouth.
I had no idea why he thought I’d be unable to follow his instructions.
It wasn’t like I was a girl who didn’t have any self-control, even when there was a cock rubbing against her cheek and the side of her neck for two minutes straight.
When I finished his legs and got to his cock, though, he stopped me.
“Start with my balls,” he ordered.
Getting my hands thoroughly wet with the water that was hitting my back, I started on his balls.
Lathering my hands up, I put the soap down by my knees and lifted both hands slowly, really not wanting to do any undue harm to Silas’ balls considering I still couldn’t see jack shit.
Then lightning flashed across the sky, and the sight before me was illuminated for a few short seconds, letting me know that I was mere inches away from his tightly drawn up testicles.
Lifting up a bit on my knees, I started to slowly work the soap into his balls, being extremely careful yet thorough with my efforts.
My knuckles bumped against his cock numerous times, but the hand in my hair never tightened, meaning he knew I’d done it by accident.
“Now my cock. Stay away from the head with the soap for now.”
I fisted his cock with both hands, knowing that would enable me to stay away from the head by experience.
I shuttled both of my hands back and forth along the shaft of his hard cock, surprised when the hand in my hair tightened and pulled my head back.
Water splashed down my face and ran in rivulets down my body as I held my breath in order not to breathe water into my lungs.
“Stand up,” he said huskily.
I did as he asked, coming to my feet and leaving the soap on the ground.
Silas pushed forward, rinsing the soap from his body quickly before he reached for the faucet.
The water was turned off from over my shoulder, and with his hand still in my hair, he guided me out of the shower and stopped me when my feet hit the towel I’d laid on the floor this morning.
Silas followed me out, stopping when just the tip of his cock prodded my ass.
Then, reluctantly, he let my hair go and wrapped a towel around me.
I clutched at it, pulling it around me tightly as the cool air hit my overheated body.
Hearing the distinct sound of foil ripping, I turned my head to follow the sound.
I don’t think that Silas even bothered with a towel, because the next thing I knew I was bent over the toilet, my hands resting on the back of the tank, with Silas filling me.
I gasped, the scream trapped in my throat, as he started to slam into me.
With nothing to hold on to, I dropped down to my elbows, rested my head on my arms where they crossed, and held the fuck on.
Silas was relentless.
And I liked it.
An orgasm that wasn’t even on the horizon moments before suddenly started building with each rough thrust of his huge cock inside of me.
My entrance screamed as the widest part of his cock finally worked its way inside of me.
He filled me like never before, going even deeper in this position than he had the previous night.
I felt him everywhere as he pushed into me repeatedly, dragging the head of his cock over sensitive spots that had my eyes rolling back in my head and my toes curling up in the towel I was standing on.
Each thrust of his hips had our wet skin slapping together so loudly that even the thunder from the storm raging outside couldn’t drown out the sound.
The tornado sirens were now going off, but neither one of us stopped or even slowed down for that matter.
Too lost in each other to think about the world around us.
“Come now, Sawyer,” he gritted through clenched teeth, moving one of his hands from my hips circling my waist, and trailing over my belly on its way down.
When his fingers met my clit, giving me exactly what I needed, I shot straight into orbit.
I came hard, clenching and clamping down around him forcefully.