Page 36 of Captive Union
Erik keeps his hand over my dress as he brushes his finger against my folds. I inhale deeply, clutching his shoulders as he starts to rub me there. Even through my dress and underwear, I can feel his touch as if nothing is in the way.
He takes his time, keeping his touch light as my body grows warmer. I open my legs wider, unable to help myself. His touch is just too good. Erik captures my lips in another kiss as he grinds his hand onto my folds. A sudden jolt of pleasure shoots through me. He repeats his motion, sending another wave over me.
I gasp into his lips as he rubs me harder. Who knew something could feel this good even through clothes? What would this feel like without my dress in the way?
Erik growls as he kisses me, stoking the pleasure from my body.
When his hand rubs into my sensitive nub, I cry out. He does it again and again. It doesn’t take long for my body to let go.
I hold onto his shoulders as a sudden orgasm washes over me. I’ve only ever given them to myself, and they were nothing this powerful.
Erik keeps me steady with his strong hands as I calm down. He keeps planting kisses on my lips and over my face. I sigh, resting my head on his shoulder.
I can’t believe that just happened. I want more.
Then the sudden icy weight of what we just did hits me. I let Erik give me an orgasm by touching me at the dinner table.
I stand up on wobbly legs.
“Whoa,” Erik murmurs. “Kira, where are you going?”
“We shouldn’t have done that.” I start to walk away but don’t make it very far before Erik stands up and gently grabs my arm.
“Bullshit,” he growls. “I’m your husband. It’s all right for me to touch you.”
“Not at the dinner table!”
“Also bullshit.” He pushes my body against the table, placing his hands on it behind me, locking me in. “We can touch each other wherever we want to.” Before I can object, he starts kissing me some more. “And I’m not done with you yet,” he murmurs against my lips.
I gasp as he bunches my dress around my waist, leaning me back, so I have no choice but to put my hands behind me. “Erik?”
“I need more of you.” He rips my underwear down, leaving me naked from the waist down. He lifts my leg around his waist and reaches down to touch me, skin to skin.
His fingers glide through my folds. I thought it was intense with him touching me over my dress, but this way is much more passionate.
I don’t resist any longer. My head drops back as he rubs my clit, paying special attention to it. I arch my back, trying to feel his hand on me more if that were possible.
“You like this?” he growls, rubbing me with his gentle fingers, knowing he has all the time in the world to show me pleasure. “Kira, answer me.”
I gasp as he pinches my clit. My legs tense up and lock around his waist, pulling him in closer to me.
“I can tell you like this, baby. Just tell me. Tell me you like this.” While his thumb continues to rub circles onto my clit, his index finger probes my entrance. “Do you want to feel just how good I can make you feel?”
“Yes,” I gasp out, clutching the table's edge for support.
His finger enters me, filling me up slowly. I’ve never placed my fingers inside me before, keeping to the outside, so the feeling is unusual but not unpleasant.
“Fuck, you’re so tight around my finger. Just imagine how my cock will feel inside you one day.”
A cry passes my lips as my hips jerk to meet his hand. He continues to shower my clit with attention as his other finger pulses in and out of me.
It’s too much.
Sweat begins to bead on my brow while every sound in the room goes quiet. It’s just the two of us together at this moment.
“Do I make you feel good, baby? Tell me.” Erik presses down on my clit, and it’s more than enough to send me over the edge. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” I cry out as I come, my legs tightening around his waist. “Yes.” I’ve never made this much noise before, and at this moment, I don’t really care.
