Page 36 of Captivated By You
His shorts untied, he let go of me just enough to shove his shorts to the floor and I saw him. Wild horses couldn’t drag me away from the vision of his hard, thick— and holy hell—really long cock as it stood between us.
My hand wrapped around him, feeling the hot, pulsing weight in my hand and I shivered.
“You’re going to have to move that hand, sweetheart, or I’m going to come just from you staring at me.”
I wanted to see into his eyes, watch the tightness in his features of his face as I slowly began pleasuring him, but my gaze stayed fix on my hand as I moved it slowly toward the tip, sliding my fingers around the ridge of his head, the tip as pre-cum leaked from him and onto my fingers.
He was so beautiful. I wanted to yank off his T-shirt so I could watch his stomach tighten, explore the hair on his chest, and kiss his ink, embed the taste of him into my brain.
“You’re perfect,” I said, “And you feel so good.”
I stroked and pulled, teasing light touches and harder, intentional ones, keeping him off-balance with my rhythm while he groaned. He rocked into my hold and his hand in my hair gripped me fiercely.
“Claudia,” he groaned, sending vibrations from my ear to spine, and further south. I was wet. Hot. Flushed and a bit sweaty but I couldn’t stop myself from doing this. It felt too good. It felt too right. “Let me touch you.”
My movement on him faltered and I closed my eyes at the thought. The vision. In his kitchen. Exotic island. Touching each other before we’d cleaned up from breakfast.
I nodded my head faintly, too speechless to answer. His hand pressed between us, to my inner thigh, beneath the hem of my cut-off sweats that barely covered my ass and then he was there. Two thick, callused fingers pushed into my bikini from beneath, rubbing against me through my fabric.
“I can feel how wet you are.”
“You can take them off,” I gasped as he hit the right place.
“I get you naked and my dick won’t be in your hand anymore. It’ll be inside you.”
I was an idiot for my outburst earlier. I should have taken him. Should have let him do all the things he wanted to teach me. Patiently.
I didn’t want patient and kind and gentle. With him throbbing in my hand, pre-cum leaking and his balls pulling tight, he was already close.
I was closer. My hips jerked against him, and his hand on my hair moved to my ass, holding me tightly against him while I fought the overwhelming sensation.
“Shit, sweetheart,” he grunted as I slid my hand down his length to his tip. He swelled beneath my touch. Our breaths went erratic. Both of our chests were heaving and every time he brushed against my clit, tiny, needy sounds escaped my throat. I stared at the vision. Two arms, tangled together, hands moving. Hips rocking.
Giving myself to him fully would be the things fantasies were made of. I pictured it, him sliding his thickness into me for the first time. Taking me. I lost the hold. My climax hit me hard and fast and right as I began to come, he followed me. Spurts of creamy liquid fell into my hands, hit my stomach, my shirt, and my shorts. I forced my eyes to stay open, watching everything as he continued his flicking, pressing, pushing against me and I collapsed against him, shivering from the onslaught and the suddenness of it all.
I was wrong before.
Liam touching me didn’t scare me.
Liam Allistor terrified the hell out of me and everything he made me feel. But it didn’t matter what we said here or for the next year. He would never be fully mine.
I was already promised to another, and I still knew that at some point, he was coming to collect.
