Chapter 31: I’m not Ready... But you can use your Tongue *

The kiss deepened, slow and searching, as if they were both trying to memorize the shape of each other’s mouths. Silas’s hands slid from her cheeks into her hair, the long brown strands slipping through his fingers like silk. Chloe let out a soft sound against his lips, something caught between surprise and surrender.

When they broke apart, her eyes were hazy, her lips wet and slightly swollen. The lamplight caught the brown of her irises, making them glow like honey warmed by the sun. She was beautiful in that moment, vulnerable and trusting and pink-cheeked in a way that made his chest ache.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.

She nodded, small and quick. "I... yes. Just... not here," She glanced around at the empty pathway, the distant figures of students near the dormitories. "Somewhere private."

Silas took her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. Her palm was warm, slightly trembling. He squeezed gently and led her toward his dormitory.

The building was quiet at this hour. Most students were either in their rooms or out in the city, taking advantage of the last hours of free time before curfew. The hallway stretched before them, dimly lit, lined with identical doors. Silas’s was at the end, a corner room with a window that faced the courtyard. He unlocked the door and stepped aside, letting her enter first.

Chloe stood in the center of the room, hugging her arms, looking suddenly shy. The confidence she’d shown outside had faded, replaced by the quiet uncertainty of someone standing at the edge of something new. Silas closed the door.

"Hey," He approached her slowly, giving her time to step back if she wanted to. She didn’t. "We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. Okay?"

She looked up at him, her brown eyes searching his face. "I know. I’m not ready... for sex. Not yet."

He nodded, not missing a beat. "That’s fine. We don’t have to."

"But..." She bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushing darker. "You can use your fingers. Or your tongue. If you want."

Silas’s breath caught. The air between them felt charged, electric. He reached out and took her hand again, lifting it to his lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

"I’d love that," he said softly. "But only if you’re comfortable. Tell me if you want to stop at any point."

She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I trust you." Those three words hit him harder than any spell ever could.

He led her to the bed, sitting down on the edge and pulling her gently to stand between his legs. She looked down at him, his pink hair catching the moonlight, his pink eyes warm and patient. She reached out and ran her fingers through his short locks, marveling at the softness.

"I like your hair," she murmured.

"I like yours too," He tugged lightly at a strand of her brown hair. "It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful."

She ducked her head, embarrassed, but she was smiling. He tugged her closer, pressing his face against her stomach, wrapping his arms around her waist. She let out a shaky breath, her fingers finding his hair again. He kissed her through the fabric of her shirt, making her shiver. His hands slid up her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin material.

"Lie down with me," he whispered.

They shifted together, settling on the narrow bed. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her. Her hair fanned out across his pillow, long and dark against the white fabric. Her eyes were wide, her breathing shallow. She looked nervous but willing.

He leaned down and kissed her again, slow and tender, his tongue tracing her lower lip. She opened for him, her hands finding his shoulders, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, growing hungrier, but never rushed. He savored every second, every sound she made, every small movement of her lips against his. His hand drifted down, slipping under the hem of her shirt. His fingers brushed against the bare skin of her stomach, and she gasped into his mouth. He paused.

"Okay?"

"Yes," she breathed. "Don’t stop."

He slid his hand higher, feeling the soft curve of her ribs, the warmth of her skin. His thumb traced circles on her stomach, slow and soothing, before drifting to the waistband of her skirt. He broke the kiss to look at her.

"Is this okay?"

She nodded, eyes half-lidded. He unbuttoned her skirt and slid it down her hips, revealing her thighs, pale and soft in the dim light. She wore simple black panties, and he could see the dampness already darkening the fabric. The sight made his mouth go dry.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

He kissed his way down her body, her jaw, her throat, the hollow between her collarbones. He paused at her breasts, kissing each one through the fabric of her shirt, feeling her nipples harden beneath his lips. She arched into him, a soft moan escaping her throat. He pressed kisses down her stomach, her navel, and the jut of her hipbone. Her breath hitched with every touch. When he reached the waistband of her panties, he looked up at her.

"I’m going to use my tongue now," he said, his voice low. "Tell me if it’s too much."

She could only nod, her fingers twisting in the sheets. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled her panties down slowly, revealing her inch by inch. The scent of her hit him, warm and sweet and unmistakably female. He settled between her thighs, draping her legs over his shoulders, and pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

She whimpered.

He kissed the other thigh, then higher, closer. His tongue darted out, tracing a wet line up her inner thigh, stopping just short of where she needed him most. She bucked her hips, a frustrated sound escaping her throat.

"Silas~ "

"Patience," he murmured, smiling against her skin.

He kissed her where she was wettest, a soft and deliberate press of his lips against her folds. She cried out, her back arching. He did it again, slower this time, letting his tongue trace the length of her slit. She tasted like nothing he’d ever experienced, clean and sweet and utterly intoxicating.

He licked her slowly at first, savoring it. His tongue circled her clit, teased her entrance, and drew patterns that made her gasp and writhe. Her hands found his hair, gripping it tightly, guiding him where she needed him most.

"Right there," she breathed. "Don’t stop~."

He didn’t. He focused on that spot, licking and sucking until her thighs began to tremble. Her breathing grew ragged, her hips moving against his mouth in a rhythm that was entirely her own.

"Silas- I’m-I think I’m~."

He doubled his efforts, his tongue flicking faster, his lips sealing around her clit. He slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them in a gentle come-hither motion. Her climax hit her like a wave, sudden and overwhelming. She cried out, her body arching off the bed, her thighs clamping around his head. He worked her through it, lapping up every drop of her release, gentling his touch as she came down.

When she finally stilled, he crawled up her body and kissed her stomach. Her eyes were glazed, her breath coming in soft pants. She looked at him with something like wonder.

"That was..." She swallowed. "I didn’t know it could feel like that."

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "We’re just getting started."

Her eyes drifted down to where his erection strained against his jeans. She bit her lip, shy again, but determined.

"I want to... " She faltered. "I want to return the favor. Is that okay?"

He blinked. "You don’t have to."

"I want to." Her voice was firm despite her blush. "Show me what to do."