Page 46 of Captivated By You
I laughed. Sex was getting off and fucking. Not laughter and teasing. I liked this much better. And I proved it to her. I tasted her, sliding my tongue over her clit, my finger taking over when I dipped my tongue inside her heat. I needed her wet and relaxed so I could make it good for her, but her first orgasm of the day would be with my dick.
Her thighs trembled and her gasps came closer, more hoarse. I continued my assault on her clit until she started quivering and then I pulled back. With quick, nimble fingers, I reached into the nightstand and tore open a condom. I rolled it down my dick while still playing with her clit, teasing her with my finger, and then I was at her entrance.
“Sure?” I stopped to ask. At least I was still a gentleman. “I can stop.”
Please say no.
She shook her head wildly from side to side, her hands sliding down my head to my shoulders and my waist. “Please.”
“Keep begging, sweetheart. I like that.”
My cock was at her entrance and I pushed in slowly.
She gasped at the initial intrusion and I stilled. “You okay?”
Her face had twisted into a grimace, but she nodded. “It’s okay.”
“Hurts?”
“Just a little.” Her hands pulled on my hips. “More.”
Fuck. I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted to do the opposite. I wanted to be the man who would never hurt her, but holding back was killing me.
“Liam,” she groaned, arching into me.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed further into her, felt resistance from her tight, and oh so hot walls clenching around me.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned. “You’re so damn tight.”
Glorious. There wasn’t a better feeling in the world. I moved in slowly, knowing once she adjusted, everything would get better for her. She hugged my dick like a vise and as much as I wanted to close my eyes and surrender to the sensation, I watched her. I pushed my hand between us and leaned back so I could rub her clit. Slowly, I worked my way inside. There wasn’t the barrier I always heard about but it didn’t matter. It felt like it took hours to sink into her, pulling out, pushing in. My shoulders were shaking from restraint, but I didn’t give a shit about my pleasure, just hers.
Always hers.
Fuck. I was falling. Hard, fast, it didn’t even matter because as I began moving inside of her slowly, Claudia’s face, her rapture and pleasure was the only damn thing that mattered.
“Fuck you feel good, sweetheart.”
“Faster,” she gasped. Mewls of pleasure escaped her lips and I covered them, kissing her while I did what she commanded.
I was too captivated to argue. Too enthralled with her body and the trust she was placing in me to do anything except give her everything she asked for.
And when she finally came, crying out my name and digging her pretty little fingernails into my ass, I followed right behind her, groaning out my pleasure in the crook of her neck.
If I were still the churchgoing man my mom raised me to be, I’d bust out in a Hallelujah chorus the likes of which my Southern Baptist church had never heard before.
“You okay?” I asked once I caught my breath and hers had settled some. “I didn’t mean to get rough at the end.”
Her cheeks were flushed, both of us were peppered with sweat. I pushed hair off the side of her face and kissed her neck, her jaw, moving to her lips.
“I’m good. That was…wow…that was incredible.”
I wanted to stay inside of her all day. I wanted to fuck her more. Make love to her. Take her wild and take her slow. Restrain her and let her have her way with me.
I wanted to teach her everything I knew.
Unfortunately, we couldn’t. So I rested with her as long as I could, carefully pulling out of her. “Stay here,” I said. “I’ll come clean you up.”
“You don’t have to.”
