He's Captured My Trust (Captured Series Book 2) by Karen Frances Page B

pleasure.
    “I know, baby. You have me. Trust me to give you what you need always. ”
    I nod and close my eyes in bliss with his words running through my mind. Trust him.
    He carries on with the onslaught, pushing me closer and closer. The slow licking teases my insides into turmoil. Sensations deep within me grow as he changes pace, at the same time inserting another finger deep inside me, pressing and prodding rhythmically, pushing my boundaries beyond their limits.
    I can’t think. My breathing is erratic. I’m losing control. My hips move automatically as my body seeks its release. My hands tug gently on his hair. I’m close, so close to completely losing it.
    As if sensing how close I am, Alex changes pace again. He flicks his tongue back and forth. His lips tug tightly against me between kissing and sucking. My insides can’t take any more. I cry out with pleasure, calling his name in what can only be described as the most intense orgasm of the day.
    I can’t move. I can’t bring myself to open my eyes. I am truly satisfied.
    “Libby, baby?”
    “Mmm,” is all I can manage. I open my eyes to a happy-looking Alex. “Why are you so pleased with yourself?”
    “Because the beautiful, sexy woman lying underneath me has no idea of the pleasure she gives me.”
    “I’m sure you were the one giving all the pleasure.”
    “I beg to differ, baby,” he whispers in my ear as he nuzzles into my neck.
    His erection presses into me. He kisses me long and hard before prying himself off me. His self-control is unbelievable. I couldn’t do it, especially where he is concerned. I fumble with the buttons on my shirt as I stand up on my shaky legs.
    “Where do you think you’re going?”
    “To put these dishes in the kitchen, and then I’m taking you back up to bed.” I pause and look directly into his eyes. “Where, if you are lucky, I might return the pleasure.”
    He gasps at my words, and his eyes light up—the reaction I was hoping for. I turn and head toward the kitchen, feeling quite proud of myself.
    I don’t need eyes in the back of my head to know that Alex has followed me. I’m standing at the sink rinsing the cups when his hands close in and wrap tightly around my waist.
    He gently strokes my thigh with one hand. My pulse races at his touch. Will my body ever tire of this man? I doubt it. I hope not. I feel his breath on my neck and sigh as he trails soft kisses around my neck, starting at my ear and slowly working his way around. I tilt my head.
    “We’re not making it upstairs?” I ask breathlessly, putting the last of the dishes down before I drop them.
    “No, baby, not a chance of that.”
    He slips his hand under the shirt to my bare skin, still stroking and teasing his way up, lifting the shirt higher. The grip on my waist loosens, and with that hand, he parts my legs.
    “Baby, lean forward and hold on,” he whispers. “This is all your fault. Your words were my undoing.”
    He pulls one hand away from me, and I feel him move his jogging bottoms out of the way. Suddenly he’s there, right where he needs to be.
    “I need to be inside you,” he says.
    I moan as his arms go to my hips and he pulls me closer to him. He starts slowly and eases into me, stretching me. He stills.
    “You okay?” I can only nod in response. Words would fail me.
    The grip on my hips gets tighter as he starts to pump into me. I push back against him. It gets deeper with each thrust. I can’t move in this position. My hands gripping on the countertop are the only thing holding me up. No, I think Alex’s grip on me is the only thing holding me up. I know he won’t let me fall.
    My need builds again, deep inside me.
    Each thrust comes faster and goes deeper. I know he’s close. The pain his fingers cause at my hips is an indication of how close he is. I move slightly to relieve the pressure, but another pressure is building deep within me. I knew this would be quick and intense. The blood rushes through my core