Page 63 of Captured Love

Although his mouth is currently occupied, one of his hands drifts down my side, light as a feather, toward my hips and thighs. He pauses at the edge of my panties, fingers slipping just underneath the plum-colored lace. My hips lift toward him involuntarily as if they have a mind of their own and the only thing they want to do is beg for his touch.

He releases my nipple with a soft pop. “You taste so good,” he says as his fingers continue exploring the rest of my body. I’m taken aback as he traces the hem of my panties. I can now say that I’m glad Isla and I went shopping because if we hadn’t there’s no way I would feel as confident as I do right now.

“However,” he continues. “There’s something else I want to try.”

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he’s talking about. And I can’t wait. His fingers hook into my panties and slowly slide them down my legs. I lift my hips to help him, watching as the lacy fabric joins the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Now I'm completely naked before him, while he is still clothed from the waist down.

Knox takes a moment to stare at me. “God, Selene, you're stunning.”

“Thank you,” I whisper because I’m not sure what else to say.

“No, thank you,” he says just before he leaves a trail of kisses down my stomach. When he reaches my pussy, he dips his head and starts by leaving a kiss on each thigh. A smirk forms on my face just before his mouth descends on my pussy. I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Knox takes his time, exploring, teasing, until I'm squirming beneath him. It feels as if his mouth is everywhere because ofhow quickly he’s alternating between licking and sucking on my clit. I can’t figure a rhythm to this madness, making it all the more unpredictable and all the more exciting because I don’t know which way it’s going to go next.

My hands don’t know which way to turn but end up fisting the sheets as he continues on his quest to make me melt into a puddle on his bed. The explosion is building within me, and I know it’s only a matter of time. He uses one hand to push my legs further apart while the other one lands on my stomach, lightly using pressure to keep me in place. The cries that I’ve given up on containing fall like an avalanche from my lips. I don’t care who’s in this house or if they can hear what Knox is doing to me, I can’t be quiet.

I refuse to be.

When he slips in a finger to join the private party his mouth and my pussy are having, I swear I nearly levitate. Then he adds another, and after a few moments, I know this round is over. I come hard and he doesn’t stop what he’s doing until I’m finished. We’re both left staring at each other as we’re trying to catch our breaths.

Holy fuck. There’s no way that was real. But there’s no way this is over. Because it can’t be. I need him. I crave him, and I’m not sure this will ever be enough.

Knox crawls back up my body, and when he reaches my face, his eyes land on mine and I can see that he’s searching for something within.

“You okay?” he asks softly, brushing my hair back from my face.

I nod, not quite trusting my voice yet. The aftershocks of my orgasm are still rippling through me, leaving me boneless and sated. But I know this is just the beginning.

“More than okay,” I manage to say about a minute later. “That was... wow.”

He chuckles. “I aim to please.”

“And please you did,” I reply, my hands trailing down his chest, enjoying the way he feels beneath my fingertips. “But now it's my turn.”

I push on his shoulder, urging him to roll onto his back. He complies, and I straddle his hips, feeling his hard length pressing against me through his jeans. I grind down and receive a groan from him.

“These need to come off,” I say, tugging at his waistband. “And you need a condom.”

“Be my guest,” he replies as he reaches over to get a condom from his drawer.

I make quick work of the button and zipper on Knox's jeans, tugging them down along with his boxer briefs. I find myself staring at his cock. It’s thick and hard, and I can't help but lick my lips at the sight. I wrap my hand around him, giving a few slow strokes as I watch his reaction. His eyes flutter closed, and he lets out a hiss of pleasure.

“Picosita...” he groans as he thrusts up into my hand. The way he says the nickname he gave me sounds needy, as if he’ll die without my touch. I find that hot.

I stroke him a few more times before reaching for the condom he retrieved. Tearing it open, I roll it onto his dick. I can’t help but enjoy the way his muscles tense and relax under my touch. Once it's in place, I position myself over him, the tip of his cock brushing against my entrance.

The first time we had sex, there’s no way I would have been comfortable with being on top. But now I feel empowered. We lock eyes, and in that moment, an understanding passes between us. This isn't just sex. It's something more, something deeper that neither of us can quite define yet. But the intensity of the connection is undeniable.

Slowly, I sink down onto him, taking him inch by delicious inch. The stretch and fullness is something I can’t explain. I have to stop to adjust once he's fully inside me. Knox's hands come to rest on my hips, his fingers digging in slightly.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he pants out. The sound of his strained voice makes me smirk.

“Now who’s in control?”

“It’s you. It’s always been you.”

His words startle me, but before I can fully process their meaning, Knox sits up, wrapping his arms around me and capturing my lips in a searing kiss. The new angle causes him to go even deeper, and I moan into his mouth. We start to move together, finding a rhythm that has us both gasping.

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