CHAPTER 257: CHAPTER 257: MASSAGE

(Warning: 18+ content ahead. Please skip if you aren’t 18!)

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Silas’s hands, warm and smooth, moved over Ivy’s lower back, following the nice curve of her spine up to her shoulders.

She rested on the sofa with her face down, letting out a happy sigh as his hands pressed firmly into a tight spot.

"Mmm, right there," she mumbled into the sofa, her voice laced with relaxation. "Your hands are magic."

When Silas stated that he would comfort her through a massage, Ivy suspected foul play, but when his warm hand slowly relieved her tension point, she chided herself.

Silas even asked for oil to massage her, and Ivy only felt ashamed for her dirty thoughts.

’Here he is trying his best to comfort you, but you are suspecting him! What can he do with just a single massage, huh?’

Silas smiled, though she couldn’t see it.

He loved this, loved the trust she placed in him, and the way her body reacted to his touches.

His fingers worked the tight muscle until it loosened, his thumbs digging in with just the right amount of pressure.

He admired her completely, but his eyes kept moving down, beyond the soft curve of her waist, just beneath the beautiful shape of her hips.

His hands moved where his eyes looked, gently pressing the soft curves of her backside, making her let out another soft, happy sound.

He slowly gathered the hem of her shirt, drawing it down her body with a soft whisper of fabric. Then went down her pants.

The warm, dim light played over her skin, highlighting the dip of her waist and the stunning, full rise of her bare buttocks.

He let his hands rest there for a moment, simply feeling the perfect, heavy warmth of her.

"Roll over for me, love," he murmured.

She shifted with a languid grace, turning onto her back, and the air seemed to still in the room.

Her breasts settled against her chest with a gentle, heavy sway.

They were more than a handful each, full and beautifully round, the pale skin almost glowing.

He breathed in sharply. Each time he saw her, her naked body, especially her beautiful chest, filled him with a strong feeling of desire.

He was suddenly reminded of his teenage years, when he could only fantasize about her and deal with little Silas while staring at her photo.

At that time, he often wondered what she would look like without any clothes, and now... he had an answer.

Last time, due to the dim light, he could hardly make out her nipple colors, but now... everything was on display.

Her pink nipples, matching the soft color of the hair spread on the sofa, were already hard from the cool air or maybe from excitement.

His focus was absolute.

He reached for the bottle, took a small portion of oil on his palms, and brought them to her collarbone.

He applied the oil gently, his hands gliding over one breast, then the other, making them shiny.

He watched, mesmerized, as the light caught the slickness on her skin.

He began by touching the outer curves, his fingers following the soft, heavy shape of each breast where it met her ribcage.

He cupped her fully, his hands accommodating her impressive size, feeling the incredible softness yield to his grip.

A soft gasp slipped from Ivy’s lips, her pink eyes fluttering open to watch him, dark with want.

"What are you doing..." Ivy asked, her voice sounding aroused and a bit coy. She almost bit her lips.

If even now... she doesn’t understand what he was doing, then... she is an idiot!

Silas knew that he had blown his cover. But was he even a little bit scared? Heck no!

Instead of answering her directly, he decided to do it indirectly.

He leaned down, his blonde hair brushing her cheek, and captured her mouth with his.

It wasn’t a hurried kiss. It was a slow, deep exploration.

His lips moved over hers with a tenderness that quickly sparked into something hotter, more urgent.

Her mouth opened for him, and his tongue slid against hers in a wet, slick dance that mirrored what his hands were doing lower down.

She moaned into his mouth, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair, holding him close.

He broke the kiss, both of them breathing heavily, and immediately lowered his head to her chest.

He didn’t dive right in.

He nuzzled the soft valley between her breasts, inhaling her scent mixed with the aromatic oil.

He placed a single, open-mouthed kiss there, feeling her heart hammering against his lips.

Then he turned his attention to one peaked nipple.

He ran the very tip of his tongue around the tight, pink areola, a slow, lazy circle that made her back arch off the bed.

"Silas..." His name was a plea on her lips.

He finally took the hard tip into his mouth, starting off gently, then applying more pressure.

The sensation was intense for her, a strong, delightful wave of pleasure that echoed deep inside her.

She cried out, her hips lifting off the sofa in a tiny, involuntary thrust.

He switched to her other breast, treating it with the same care, licking and sucking until she was moving beneath him, her fingers gripping the sheets.

He let go of her breast with a soft, wet pop and looked up at her, his blue eyes burning with need.

"You are so incredibly beautiful," he rasped, his voice rough. "I can’t get enough of you."

His hand moved down her smooth stomach and reached her core.

She was already soaked, her heat and wetness welcoming his exploring fingers.

He rubbed slow, firm circles over her clit, and her entire body jolted.

"Yes," she gasped, her head tipping back. "Right there. Don’t stop."

He didn’t say anything. He looked at her face, noticing the joy on her features as he gently pushed one finger, then another, inside her.

She was tight and hot and so very wet, clenching around him instantly.