Page 51 of Silver Sinner

"It's been a while since I've played this game," he murmurs, writing the words against my lips. "So I will take my time."

"Do I have competition?" I whisper back, breathless.

"Not at all." His words are solid and firm. Then he kisses me again and my heart soars.

That kiss begins a long, sensual path of Pierce exploring my body with his mouth. He takes his time everywhere. He kisses me for what feels like hours, lavishes attention down my neck, and sucks in throbbing marks on either side of my throat that pulse in time to my racing heart. He kisses over my collarbone until I'm hyperaware of the area but just as it grows too much, he moves on to the valley between my breasts. His hands wander the same path, strong and firm with rough palms and pinching fingers. Each roll of my nipples and paw at my flesh is soothed by a kiss and a murmur. He compliments every part of me, lavishing his hot tongue over my nipples until they're so sensitive that even the cool air of the room is sharp against them.

Then down to my abdomen, where he kisses over a body I've looked at with shame, an abdomen I've clenched tightly every shift to make myself seem smaller, stretch marks I've treated with creams and oils, and even self-tan. He kisses everywhere without hesitation until he's just below my navel and I'm trembling hard.

"These are beautiful," he murmurs, kissing one stretch mark. "A gift from bearing life."

"You think so?" I gasp. "I try not to look."

"It pains me how you disregard yourself, but I will not soothe that today. I will, however, tell you how beautiful you are with your skin flushed pink and all these red dots left by my mouth. It's a stunning picture."

Any shame melts away with heat and I tip my head back against the pillows, openly panting as he continues. Down to my pelvis and the crease of my thighs, Pierce continues, and by the time he's between my legs, I'm utterly soaked. Never has someone paid this much attention to me. I feel open and raw, unable to hide and unable to cover myself up even with my hands. Yet, it's a safe feeling with how Pierce caresses my thighs, kisses my skin, nuzzles in against my knee and then kisses down my calves to my ankles. He wasn't kidding. He's lavished attention on every inch of me, and I'm ready to shake apart while my core throbs hotly.

His mouth was just the start.

"How are you feeling?" Pierce asks as his voice withdraws from the bed.

"Hot," I gasp, licking my upper lip. "Sort of… wound up and relaxed all at the same time."

"Play like this can be intense, as it forces your focus onto your body. Something tells me, darling, that you prefer to focus elsewhere."

I track him in my mind's eye as he moves from my left to my right, then the bed dips and his voice thrums closer.

"Know that I adore everything I have seen. Everything I have touched. I have only one request for you."

"Anything," I gasp weakly, praying that the request will lead him to touch the ache between my thighs.

"Try not to come for me, darling. Can you do that?"

"I—" Hesitation clutches at my throat. "I don't know. I've never done that before."

"That's fine. All I ask is that you try."

"Sure, yeah. I can try."

"That's my girl."

My heart soars once again and I can't fight the smile that spreads across my lips. Pierce is right there to catch it, though, and he kisses me sweetly. Then things shift. Something delicate and soft brushes across my skin, sweeping up the valley between my breasts and tickling across my breastbone. It's like a whisper, a ghost of a touch that I can track and yet it's so light I keep losing exactly where it is on my body.

"Can you tell what this is?" he asks, his voice low as he breaks the kiss.

"No," I whimper.

"It's a feather. It stimulates blood flow and forces your focus from your mind to your body. Follow it."

I try.

It's almost impossible at first, because my skin runs so hot that something soft like that barely feels like a touch. The longer he trails it over my breasts and down my abdomen though, the clearer the sensation becomes. Each caress forces me to shift, but I can't decide if I want to chase the sensation or retreat away from it. Neither are much of an option with Pierce in control. The feather teases over my nipples, down to my abdomen and between my parted thighs, where he pays particularly close attention to teasing the soft, sensitive skin just shy of my pussy.

"You're glistening," Pierce hums, sounding almost proud. "I don't even need to ask if you're turned on."

"I am," I gasp, blowing air upward as heat builds beneath the tie. "I'm so turned on!"

The kiss of the feather against my pussy nearly sends me over the edge. The fine touch is like the softest kiss through my slick-coated lips and I hadn't fully registered how close I was to orgasm until that feather teased over my clit. Fire ignites in my gut. All my core muscles clench while heat pulls south and I tense up like a board, screwing up my eyes.