Page 23 of Captive Bride
She was going to say something, but I silenced her answer with a soft kiss. She sighed into me, her body relaxing, surrendering to the temporary reprieve from reality. I deepened the kiss, my hand exploring the contours of her body with familiar ease, tracing a path of warmth that drew a soft moan from her.
I moved from my chair to the sofa, over her, my weight supported on my elbows as I hovered above her. She looked up at me, eyes sparking with anticipation, her lips slightly parted in an unspoken invitation.
“Are you wearing that dress so I can just pull your skirt up and fuck you?”
She let out a sharp laugh at my blunt proposal, her eyes flashing with that fiery defiance that drove me wild. "Maybe I am," she countered, her grin wicked and inviting.
I smirked, the challenge accepted. Pushing up the fabric to reveal those tantalizing curves I'd memorized by heart, my gaze caressed her body with undisguised appreciation. Her breath hitched as my fingers danced upon her inner thigh, each touch igniting a flame that consumed us both.
My hands slid up from her knees, making their way smoothly under the fabric of her dress. Her breath hitched as I moved higher, my fingers leaving a trail of fiery anticipation in their wake. My lips made their way from hers to the column of her neck, peppering soft kisses and lingering over her pulse point - a surefire way to draw a reaction from Adriana.
I pushed her dress up, my fingers deftly releasing the fabric of her underwear. “You’re soaked already. I’ve barely touched you.”
Her cheeks flushed at my words, a telling pink tint that gave away the desire she was trying to conceal. Adriana was as much a creature of passion as she was of resilience. She bit her lip, a hint of defiance sparkling in her eyes as she met my gaze. "Whose fault is that?"
“Hm, how do I make it up to you?” I asked, kissing her neck while I pressed a finger into her pussy.
Her breath hitched, her hands clutching the back of my neck as she arched into me. My name was a soft, breathless prayer on her lips as I began to move, the rhythm slow and deliberate. Her eyes closed, drawing focus inward as the tension started to build once more, this time born from pleasure rather than worry.
I explored her intimately with my fingers, a silent promise of more to come. I felt her body react to every touch, every brush, every kiss.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I said, thrusting my finger in and out of her. I pressed another finger into her, using my thumb on her clit and watching her, enraptured by every subtle change in her expression. The way her eyelashes flickered against her cheeks, the soft gasps slipping off her parted lips, the ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
My name slipped from her lips again, this time louder, more desperate. She was unraveling under my touch and I was more than willing to pull every string. I moved my fingers faster, harder, pushing her higher until she was teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
“Are you going to come for me, love?” I asked into her ear.
"Yes, yes," she gasped out, her voice a husky whisper torn between a plea and an admission.
There was power in the act, a raw intimacy in witnessing the woman you loved surrender to pleasure. The rush of control, the electric charge pulsating under my fingertips as she archedoff the couch, her body trembling beneath mine. Adriana was beautiful in countless ways, but rapt in ecstasy, she was otherworldly.
"Then come for me," I urged, my voice low and commanding as I pushed her over the edge.
Her response was immediate, her body coiling tight before shattering into ecstasy. A cry of release echoed across the room, turning the silence into a symphony of passion and triumph. I felt her convulse around my fingers, her body seizing in pleasure as waves of release coursed through her.
She collapsed back onto the couch, panting harshly as she tried to collect herself.
“That was…you’re so good with your fingers.”
"I aim to please," I replied with a lazy grin, my fingers still buried within her warmth. My hand stilled as I watched her, her chest heaving with exertion, her skin flushed and glowing under the soft lamplight.
“You do okay.”
“Hey.”
“No, you are really good with your fingers.”
I chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to her flushed cheek. "And don't you forget it." My gaze fell back onto her, drinking in the sight of Adriana, sated and glowing under the soft light. I withdrew my fingers, leaning back to give her room.
As I did so, she grabbed my wrist, guiding my hand back to her core. Her dark eyes met mine, an unspoken dare glinting within them. "Who said I was done?" she challenged, a seductive smirk playing on her lips.
I couldn't help but grin at that, the fire in her gaze reigniting my own desire. "My apologies, love," I murmured against her earlobe before nipping it gently with my teeth. The sound that escaped her made my blood sing with anticipation. Gently, I pushed two fingers deep inside her again, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Adriana. "You know what else I’m really good with? My cock.”
She threw her head back, a throaty laugh bubbling from her lips. "Oh is that so?" She asked, her voice thick with lingering pleasure and burgeoning amusement.
"You sound skeptical." I couldn't hide the self-satisfied smirk tugging at my lips, even as my fingers continued their dance inside her, every thrust meeting a soft gasp, an arch of her body towards mine.
“Maybe I need a reminder.”