Page 37 of Stolen Vows

And finally, he sinks his mouth into mine in a slow, deep kiss that touches the deepest parts of my soul, his arms sliding around me and pulling me against him hard. I can feel his heart thumping against mine, the stir of his hardness against my hip, and this rush of sensation courses through me. For a moment, Ihave no idea how I will even begin to hold back, the desire seems so all-consuming.

But then, he backs me towards the bed, which he has repaired since my escape attempt the other week, and guides me down on top of it. It’s not like when he caught me after I fled, all frantic hands and tongues and teeth. He seems to recognize what a huge moment this is for me, and he is taking his time in exploring every inch of my body before he thinks of taking things a step further.

He continues kissing me, his mouth not breaking from mine for a moment as he lavishes me with attention. His hands roam across me, pulling off my shirt and undoing the drawstring around my sweatpants, lifting my hips to ease them off of me. His touch is easy and confident, and I can’t help but give myself over to it, allowing the sweet, consuming feeling to brush away whatever nervousness I was feeling. Moonlight leaks through the window above us, casting the room in a blueish glow that feels almost otherworldly.

Soon, I am naked beneath him. I cross my hands over my body without thinking, having never been this exposed to someone before in my life. But before I can hide myself from him, he catches my hands and pushes them aside gently.

"You’re perfect," he breathes, and, as his eyes drink in the sight of me like this, I actually believe him. I sink into the sheets, staring up at him, watching as the want darkens his gaze and the passion between us swells even further.

I reach up to slide my fingers over the back of his neck, pulling him down to me for another kiss. I can’t get enough of him; I can’t even imagine getting enough.

"We’re going to take this slow," he promises me, as he grazes his lips over my ear.

I nod. I can hardly keep my thoughts straight as it is, and I’m pretty sure I don’t have it in me to argue with a single thing he says right now. His words cast a hypnotic glow over my body, my system responding to him in ways I am not sure I can control.

"Open your legs for me," he orders.

His voice is soft, almost tender, but his words are filthy enough to almost undercut the sweetness. I do as I am told, and he grins, his hand slipping down between my thighs where he cups his fingers around me.

I gasp at the sensation. Though he is not touching me yet, I can feel the warmth of his hands radiating through my body, the anticipation almost more than I can take. He reaches out two fingers to graze them over my untouched entrance, and my eyes widen, my breath stuttering.

"You okay?” he asks, pressing his forehead to mine, and I nod.

Nervousness is still stirring inside of me, but it’s not enough to make me want to stop, not by a long shot.

"Tell me what you want," he murmurs. "Tell me..."

I draw in a deep, shuddering breath. There’s something so intense about being guided in this way, but he wants me to take every step on my own terms, that much is clear. If this is about making sure my body is not owned by anyone other than me, he has to let me call all the shots.

"I want… I want to feel your fingers inside of me..."

As soon as those words escape my lips, he sinks two fingers into me. The sensation is new, shockingly so, and I tighten my grip on him as my breathing tautens.

"There you go," he murmurs, brushing his nose against mine with a soothing touch. "Fuck, you feel so perfect..."

He moves his fingers into me, slowly, opening me up like he is savoring every second of this. At first, the sensation is so new I can hardly make sense of it, but soon, it feels less like an invasion and more like an invitation for more.

"You’re so tight," he groans as he brushes his lips along my temple, the want written in every word. "I’m going to have to be careful with you..."

I moan again, turning my head to kiss his lips, as he slowly pushes another finger into me. His words are soothing, softening the edges of my nerves, and pleasure starts to pulse out from between my legs, getting the better of me, rising through me faster than I can make sense of it.

His tongue moves slowly against mine as he fingers me, coaxing me closer and closer towards my release. The tension builds, the strange pressure of being opened up warming my body in a way I have never felt before. And, as my thighs begin to tighten and twitch, I know that this will not be enough. I know I need more.

"That’s it," he continues, the words traced out against my lips as he speaks them. "I want you to come for me. Let me feel you go over the edge. Let me feel that perfect pussy..."

His words are all it takes to give me the last few vestiges of pleasure I need, and my body lifts from the bed, pressing into him, as a warm, deep orgasm courses through my system. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, the sensation as new as theexperience. I have never had anyone touch me like this, and I know it should be intimidating, but the way he talks me through it with such ease makes it impossible not to get swept along with the tide.

"Mmm," he groans against my mouth, as he slowly slides his hand back from me, resting his slick fingers on my hip for a moment. "And I just know you’re going to feel even better around my cock..."

I whimper at the thought. If it felt that good with just his fingers, I can only imagine how intense it will be with his fullness inside of me. He slips his hands down to his jeans and unzips them, and I pull back for just long enough to watch his cock spring free from his pants.

I draw in a sharp breath, the sight of him a little intimidating, but as he wraps his hand around himself and brings his lips to mine again, he is quick to assure me that everything is alright.

"I know you can take me, baby," he tells me, his tongue drawing a line along my throat, as though he is listening to the pulsing of my blood right there beneath my skin.

My back arches from the bed, my hips lifting towards him. Even if my mind might still be a little trepidatious, my body knows precisely what it wants, and it will not settle for anything less.

He slides one hand to my leg, bringing it up to his waist so that I am exposed to him. My belly rises and falls rapidly as I watch him draw himself to my entrance for the first time, my skin tingling with excitement as I wait for the feeling of him inside me for the first time. His hand strokes my face again, drawing me up to look at him for a moment.

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