fingers inside of her, and color smears her cheeks. "And your arse, which belongs to me, by the way," I inform her, even as I pull out, then thrust inside her with enough impact that her entire body jolts up the table.
"Stop deflecting," she pants.
"Stop talking," I retort.
"Thought you loved my sassy comebacks," she mutters.
"Love your sassy arse." I propel my hips forward, begin to fuck her in earnest.
Her eyes roll back in her head. "Fuck," she groans, "it hurts."
I frown, begin to pull out, "Maybe I should have waited... Should have prepared you better. I could—"
She lowers her chin, trains those blue eyes on me. "Don't you dare," she growls. "You bloody well finish what you fucking started."
Thank fuck. My dick lengthens. I grit my teeth, stay poised at her entrance.
"Another thing I crush on..." I force the words out through gritted teeth, "Who'd have thought your potty mouth would turn me so on?"
"Thought it was all of me? The entire package?" She flutters her eyelashes at me. "Come on, give credit where it's due, Doc. Give me the satisfaction of hearing it from the horse's mouth."
"You calling me a horse?" I arch an eyebrow, then thrust forward and inside of her.
"Oh." She squeezes her eyes shut. "That..." she gulps, "that feels so fucking good."
She bites down on her lower lip, and fuck her, but I can't resist her when she does that. I lower my head, lick her mouth. "Look at me," I order.
She cracks open her eyelids, and those shining baby blues of her stare into my soul.
"Stay with me," I whisper, then propel my hips forward. My balls slap against the underside of her butt, and I sink into her. Her spine arches and her gaze grows frantic. A ripple speeds up her body. Oh, she's close, so close. I tear my mouth from hers. "Come," I growl, and her pussy clenches around my fingers.
Moisture slides out from between her thighs as she shudders. Her eyelids flutter and I click my tongue, "Open your eyes, darlin.'"
She tips her chin up, and I hold her gaze, as I thrust forward. My balls draw up, my cock lengthens, the tension in my groin explodes out, and I come inside of her.
I slump forward, hold my weight up on my elbows, then lower my lips to hers.
"Wow," she whispers against my mouth. "That was something."
"Yeah," I kiss her, "it was."
I pull out of her and she winces. I pull her up, then scoop her into my arms.
"You okay?"
She gazes up at me, her cheeks flushed, her hair stuck to her forehead, her eyes glazed.
"Princess?" I ask again. "Talk to me."
"Hmm." She snuggles into my chest. "Do I have to?" she mumbles, then yawns so loudly her jaws crack.
"I wore you out, huh?" I stalk out of the kitchen.
"Where are you...going?" She yawns again.
"Where’s the shower?" I ask.
"Mmmm... That way." She jerks her chin to the side.
I walk down the hallway, reach the bathroom door and shoulder it open.
"I don't think I can stay awake." Her eyelids flutter.
"Just as long as you're awake when I fuck you again."
Okay, maybe not. I prop her up in the shower, turn on the water, soap her up, and wash every inch of her delectable body. She falls asleep in my arms halfway through. That doesn't stop me from slipping my throbbing dick inside of her and taking her. Or again later... When I've dried her and myself off and pulled the covers over her naked body—after I've made sure to close and lock the door to her apartment and ensured all of the windows are safely shut—I slip in beside her, curl my body around hers and try to fall asleep.
Only I can't, because I have a raging hard-on. Her proximity does that to me—turns me on, twists me inside out until I am sure I am one big, seething mass of need. I pull her leg up and over my hip, then guide myself inside of her soft pussy. A sense of peace, of rightness, steals over me. Fuck, this is what I've been missing all along—this melding sensation as I sink into her melting channel, and finish myself off in a few strokes, as I orgasm inside of her and she stirs. I curve my arm around her waist, pull her close and fall asleep with my dick nestled within her warmth.
Twelve o'clock.
Eleven o'clock.
Ten o'clock.
The goddam timer—an old fashioned clock fitted to run backwards—as my kidnapper had informed me, never stops