Chapter 381: Well trained
From relaxing to holding his breath in the very next second, Silas could do but endure the range of emotion that hit him all at once.
Arabella pushed all of his buttons without any mercy or time spared for him to recover his wits.
He hung his head over the back of his seat as she worked her magic between his legs.
The inside of her mouth provided warmth, a soft and wet blanket as well as waves of hot and cold that rushed his entire body.
During one second where the vampire earned some of his strength back, he lifted his head in a haste to meet her eyes in action.
Her gemstones bore into his diamonds as though daring him to do or say anything at all, knowing full well he had no power to resist or protest anything she did to him.
As his cock disappeared into her mouth one more time, her right hand rose and cupped his balls.
An action so gentle yet insanely electrifying as all the muscles in him contracted, locking him in place.
But his mind hadn’t yet completely shut down until she started pulling away while sucking hard.
The popping sound that blared when her lips finally let go of his cock filled the entire room.
"Do you want me to stop?" she grinned, her eyes beating with life and something that frightened him.
Through broken words and breaths, Silas articulated, "I didn’t know I married a sadist,"
"I am no sadist, I swear!" she pouted, "I just wanted to make sure you wanted me to go on," the smile that her lips drew after that filled him with the desire to take her face and push his cock down her throat just to show her the consequences of her actions.
"So? Do you want me to go on, my love?"
"You...-"
The groan that escaped him was one that wasn’t fairly taken, in his opinion. It was stolen by that mischievous woman kneeling before him.
Indeed, without allowing him to complete his sentence or even a warning, Arabella took a hold of his cock with her mouth again and sucked in at once while playing with his balls simultaneously.
From then on began a cycle of continuous back and forth bobbing for her head. Quick, merciless and deliberate on her part. The look in her eyes stood as testament.
Up and down her lips went around his cock, wrenching shudder after shudder out of the man every time his meat connected with the burning inner walls of her oral cavity.
It wasn’t long before his soaked cock turned into a sloppy mess with the saliva that dripped all over it. Although her face wasn’t spared from that fate either as both her chin and his crotch were drenched in the spit that had overspilled.
But Silas couldn’t care any less about that. No, he was too busy making sure his lungs retained their function and kept doing their job.
There was not a thought of substance in his brain as all of his blood had forsaken every other part in his body to throng around his cock.
The temperature seemed to climb higher around him as his muscles obeyed him less and less with every second.
Her hands around his balls did not help that feeling of tightness that threatened to tear his skin should the pressure keep on building without release.
Arabella did not slow down. On the contrary, she only sucked harder and faster, her eyes declaring that she had every intention to push him over the edge.
And over the edge he went... When he could handle it no longer, when his body reached its limits, he exploded in her mouth, releasing every ounce of tension she caused him in her.
Only then did she finally slow to a halt. That was also the moment she opened her mouth and put her tongue out to show him the mess he yielded in her, but that dripping white cream went back inside when she gulped it down while making sure to keep eye contact for good measure.
Still dealing with the raggedy breathing he was left with, Silas waited not a second and put one hand around her throat while the second went around her waist before hoisting her onto his lap where she ended up straddling him.
"What have you done to me?" he hissed, ensuring his breath would hit her right in the face.
"Was I good?" through half lidded eyes, she still maintained the connection between them.
His fingers played around her jaw as he brought her still wet chin closer to his mouth, "Oh... You were very, very good," through gritted teeth he spoke, his lips caressing her face.
Silas fought his hardest not to put too much pressure on her bones as he inhaled her essence, keeping her so close their breaths mingled and danced with one another.
"If only you didn’t look so tired...," he whispered.
"What would have happened then?" she taunted him, a feeble yet sweet smile adorning her lips.
"I would have shown you just how much longer I can actually last," his hand massaged her throat as staying still made it harder to control his urge to squeeze on it.
"What can I say?" she chuckled, "I was trained well,"
The meek little moan that escaped her softened his core and his expression as well.
He too returned a sweet smile while brushing the wet strands of hair that had stuck to her cheeks and mouth out of the way.
"This is a clean cloth," he said when picking a white piece of linen.
With gentle dabs, he wiped at the saliva that still hadn’t dried up yet on her face, "I don’t think I am going to be hearing any poems tonight, will I?"
"I can tell some if you really want me to," she gave him slow nods.
Putting the cloth down, Silas buttoned his pants back before placing his hands underneath her armpits and lifting her up with him as he stood to his feet.
"What you will do now is jump into a warm bath and go right to bed after that," he chuckled.