Page 5 of Captured Love

His fingers trace lazy circles along the thin fabric of my panties. It’s not enough. My hips lift toward him, seeking more of his touch, but he holds back, making me whimper in frustration.

“Patience,” he says against my skin. “I’m taking my time and savoring this.”

My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. This is supposed to be just physical, something simple and uncomplicated. Yet this feels like anything but.

“Knox,” I manage to breathe out, not even sure what I’m asking for. Relief? Reassurance? All I know is that I need him in a way that I don’t want to begin to do a deep dive into.

He looks up from my chest, his eyes dark with desire. “What is it?”

I bite my lip, hesitating. “Nothing. Just... don’t stop.”

A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face. “Wasn't planning on it.”

With the slowness of a snail, at least to me, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slides them down my legs. He pauses for a moment, just looking at me, and I can almost see the wheels turning in his head.

Then, without warning, he lowers himself between my legs and kisses the inside of my thigh. My hands clutch the sheets as his lips move closer to where I’ve been dying for him to take me. When his tongue finally flicks against me, a cry bursts from my lips. He grips my hips to hold me in place as he begins to work me. Him taking his time was worth it.

It doesn't take long before I feel that familiar tension building, something I haven’t felt in a long time. My breathingbecomes rough and ragged. My body is trying to keep up with the sensations he’s causing, but it’s no use. All I can do is hope that I can hold on just a little longer. His hands knead my thighs, his touch both firm and gentle. I’m not sure how he’s mastered exactly what I want without instruction, but I’m not about to complain either.

“Knox,” I rush out, not able to take it any longer. “Please.”

He slows, then stops, pulling back to look up at me. His lips glisten and his eyes burn with an intensity that takes my breath away. “Please what?”

He's torturing me, and he knows it. Asshole. But I play along because at this point, I'll do anything he asks.

“Please... make me come.”

He smirks, clearly pleased with my begging. “As you wish.”

Before I can prepare myself, he plunges two fingers inside me while his mouth returns to its task. The sensations send my body into overdrive, and I explode almost instantly. I scream his name, not caring if his neighbors hear.

Knox continues until I've ridden out my orgasm and then slowly withdraws. He kisses his way up my body, but I can’t move. I'm completely spent, at least I feel that way until his lips land on mine. I can taste the remnants of my own pleasure on his lips. My hands find their way to his shoulders, tracing the lines of his muscles, then down to his chest. His heart is pounding as hard as mine.

He backs away and I immediately miss his warmth, but it only takes a second for me to figure out what he’s doing next. His hands make their way to his jeans, and I watch as he undoes them and takes both his pants and boxer briefs off in one quick motion. My eyes widen once they land on his cock, and I can’t help but wonder how it’s going to fit.

I can’t deny that I’m also a little excited about the challenge. It’s something I’d heard whispers about on campus since weexchanged numbers, but never something I thought I would actually witness.

He reaches underneath the pillow next to me and pulls out a condom. I watch as he tears it open with his teeth and rolls it on. There’s something incredibly sexy about how practiced and fluid his movements are.He’s probably done this a thousand times before, I remind myself.You’re just another notch on his belt.

Sliding back over me, he positions himself at my pussy. He waits, searching my eyes for something—permission, maybe? Reassurance? I don’t know what he needs from me, but I give him the most confident look I can and nod. That’s all it takes.

He eases himself into me and my body tenses up, causing Knox to halt his movements.

“Relax,” he says as he brushes a strand of hair from my face. “I don't want to hurt you.”

His tenderness surprises me, but I don’t say a word. Instead I take a deep breath, forcing my body to relax, to allow him in. He moves slowly, inch by inch, and the initial discomfort starts to give way to a growing pleasure. Each thrust penetrates deeper, making me gasp and clutch at his back.

“Fuck, Selene,” he says through gritted teeth. “You're so tight.”

He starts to move with more intention, setting a rhythm that reignites the fire that had just barely cooled. My nails dig into his shoulders as he drives into me to the point where I can barely contain the moans fleeing my lips.

“Damnit.”

I look into his eyes when I hear what he’s muttered. “What’s wrong?”

“I'm close,” he warns, but I can already tell from the way his muscles are tensing, and his thrusts are becoming more erratic. “This wasn’t supposed to happen this quickly.”

For someone who I thought was very experienced in this area, I’m shocked by his words. I smirk, pleased that I have this kind of effect on him. “It's okay,” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair and pulling him down to kiss me. “Come for me.”

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