Silence 4.5 by Janelle Stalder Read Free Book Online

can’t think straight.”
    His head lifted and their eyes met. Were they really going to do this? Pixie hadn’t been with a man in years. Quite frankly, she’d never really felt like she was missing out on much. The men she’d been with in the past had all been boys she’d grown up with, and none had known much about how to please a woman. They’d been sloppy, unmemorable couplings. It had always made her wonder what the fuss was all about.
    Yes, they were definitely going to do this, she decided. Even if it was just this one time. She needed this. Her body was strung so tight, if she didn’t get some release, she was bound to implode. And to have someone like Bastian be the one to make her feel this way was…well she didn’t know what it was. Her mind was too clouded to really put her actions into perspective.
    She had a strong suspicion that she’d regret it later – or at least convince herself she regretted it. But all that could wait. The world was too fucked up not to live in the moment just once. This was her moment.
    “Take me to the bed,” she said, her eyes trying to convey all the things she was feeling. Could he read her desire for him there? The way he stared back, she was sure he could.
    He didn’t answer her at first, his eyes just taking her in slowly, their panting breaths the only sound in the room. He took in her tightly bound hair, down to her eyes, then her lips that she licked slowly when he did, making his hands flex on her thighs. Then he looked lower, his hungry gaze devouring her naked breasts.
    She wasn’t a well-endowed woman, but he didn’t seem to mind. When he looked back up into her eyes, the look there had her shivering in anticipation. When he spoke next, she knew she was truly a goner.
    “Fuck the bed.”
    The ripping sound of fabric assaulted her ears as he tore away the thin tights she’d been wearing. She gasped in shock, but didn’t have time to process anything else as his mouth bent down to latch on a nipple at the same time his thumb brushed against her most sensitive spot.
    She moaned loudly, gripping his head against her. A single digit slipped through her silky folds as his thumb continued to drive her insane. He groaned against her skin as he felt how ready she was for him.
    “You’re so hot and wet,” he said reverently. “I want to do so many things to you and draw this out, but I don’t know how much longer I can wait now that I have you in my arms.”
    “Then don’t,” she said, her voice pleading. She didn’t need foreplay, she just needed him. She felt empty, and something told her he was the only thing that could fill her up. He set her down on shaky legs, stepping back just enough to pull his pants down, kicking them off to the side.
    Pixie let herself take all of him in, appreciating the sheer beauty of the man before her. He was perfect, every inch of him. His manhood stood long and thick from his body, making her core tighten at just the thought of him entering her. She licked her lips, unconsciously, not realizing she’d done so until his chuckle caught her attention.
    “See something you like?” he asked.
    She nodded, swallowing. “I’d love to taste you, but I want you inside me too much to wait.”
    If possible, his pupils dilated even more, his breath coming out in a puff. “Fuck,” he gasped, moving forward to pick her up, plastering her back to the wall. He didn’t move though, just held her there as their breaths shared the same space. “Where have you been?”
    “Nowhere,” she whispered. She’d been nothing but the shadow in the background of life, head down, mouth shut. But Bastian saw her, and in his eyes, she felt more beautiful than ever before. She felt wanted, needed, and it was intoxicating.
    In one move, he drove inside her, her insides flexing at the sudden intrusion.
    “Bastian,” she moaned, her head falling back against the wall. They froze there as her body grew accustomed to his size. It was more than