He slipped his tongue in, watching my reaction closely.
I held back a moan, but his response was to stretch his tongue deeper, curling it inside and putting pressure against the walls.
“Silas,” I moaned, moving my hips in time to his rhythm.
He groaned against my skin, his hand gripping my thigh a little tighter as he worked harder to get the same sounds out of me.
My breath hitched, and my hand combed through his hair, pressing my hips up against his mouth.
He suddenly pulled away from between my legs, sitting up. He jerked me up by my arms, so I was straddling his lap as he sat back on his heels.
I smirked and dragged my nails over his chest. I reached lower to his trousers. I unbuttoned them and pulled out his already stiff cock. I rolled my hips in his lap, stroking up and down his length as I kissed his neck.
“I want you, Silas,” I whispered to him. “I want to make up for lost time.”
He sloped his head back as my lips left hot trails across his skin, his hands firm on my waist as I worked.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he breathed, lifting my hips above the tip of his member.
I cupped his face, making him look at me as I lowered myself steadily onto his length. It was hard not to let my eyes roll back at the feeling, and I ended up closing my eyes.
One of his hands snared my face, enticing me with a rough, hungry kiss.
I sat fully in his lap, his cock hitting my cervix as I attempted to adjust.
“Please...” I whimpered in between our kisses, moving my hips on his lap.
“I can’t hear you,” he whispered, biting my bottom lip, “you have to speak up.”
“Silas.” His name was shaky, hesitant to leave my tongue.
He forced my hips down on him roughly, making our pace slightly quicker with more vigor.
“Silas!” I cried, wrapping my arms around his neck and digging my nails into his back, dragging them along the hot skin.
“That’s right. You’re only allowed to crymyname like that.” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist as he buried himself so deep that I was starting to believe I would bruise.
He suddenly took his cock out and turned me onto my hands and knees.
“What—”
He grabbed my biceps and helped me up on my knees, then used my arms to pull me onto his length, jolting me forward with each thrust.
I cried out and clenched my fists, throwing my head back as he forced his length deep, his muscular thighs slapping against mine as he buried deeper.
“Ah, look at you. You really are quite a spectacle,” he chuckled, his rhythm rough, possessive.
When I looked over, I saw what he meant.
The mirror in the corner showed both of our bodies bathed in the firelight, our skin glistening as we moved.
I could see the red in my face rising, and I could no longer hold my dopplegänger’s gaze.
“Ah-ah! What did I say about hiding your face?” He laughed, letting go of my arms to grab a fistful of hair, pinning my face to the ground as he towered over me.
I had no choice but to look, and it made that knot in my abdomen tighten, practically vibrating with excitement.
He thrust slower, making every move purposeful.
