Page 95 of The Captive
"Getting there." She laughed breathlessly, eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction. "But we're far from finished."
She pushed at my shoulders with surprising strength. "My turn."
She straddled my hips, wet heat pressing against my aching cock. "I want to taste you too." Her hair created a curtain around us as she leaned down to kiss me deeply.
I could taste myself on her lips, the intimacy making my head spin. Then she began her own journey south, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my chest, my abdomen.
"You're so hard for me." Her breath ghosted over my heated skin, making me shudder. "I love knowing I do this to you."
When she finally took me into her mouth, I nearly came undone. The wet heat, the skilled movement of her tongue—it was almost too much to bear.
"Fuck, Aoife." My hands fisted in her hair, careful not to use force. "Your mouth feels incredible."
She hummed around me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. I willed myself to remain still, let her set the pace.
"I need you." My voice was rough when she pulled away, trailing kisses back up my body. "Need to be inside you."
"Then do that," she whispered against my lips, eyes dark with want. "Fuck me... Or maybe I’ll ride you."
“No,” I said, shifting our bodies. “I’ll do this.”
I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling her wetness.
“Too gentle,” she protested. “Get to it.”
"Shut up and look at me." I waited until her eyes met mine before pushing inside slowly.
She was so tight, so perfect that I had to pause to catch my breath. "Christ, you feel amazing. Like you were made for me."
"I was," she gasped, adjusting to my size, nails digging into my shoulders. "Only for you. Always for you."
I began to move, cautiously at first, then with increasing urgency as she matched my rhythm. Her breathy moans drove me higher.
"Harder." Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Don't you dare hold back. I need all of you. Now."
I gave her what she wanted. Deep, powerful strokes that had her crying out with each thrust, pleasure coursing through us both like electricity.
"Yes." She sobbed against my neck, nails raking harder down my back. "Just like that. Shit, you feel so good. Fuck me…"
But even lost in her warmth, part of me remained aware of what she’d overcome and how careful I needed to be. I slowed my pace.
"Stop holding back." Frustration flashed in her eyes. "I can feel you restraining yourself."
"I don't want to hurt?—"
"You won't." She pushed at my chest until I rolled onto my back, then followed with fluid grace. "But if you're going to treat me like I'm made of porcelain, then I'm taking control."
She positioned herself above me and sank down in one smooth motion. The sensation was so intense that stars exploded behind my eyelids.
"Much better." She began to move with deliberate rolls of her hips, head thrown back in ecstasy.
Watching her ride me was possibly the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced. Breasts bouncing with each movement, mouthopen around breathless moans, her body tensing up, stretching, hips gyrating...
"You're so deep like this." Her hands braced on my chest for leverage, muscles rippling beneath her skin, she kept a punishing rhythm. "I can feel every inch of you."
I reached up to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers until she cried out in pleasure-pain. Her pace increased, becoming impossibly more urgent.
When she grew too wild in her movements, I couldn't resist letting my hand come down sharp against her arse. The crack echoed through the room.
