Crazy Love by MINK

8

Bunny

Imoan into Slade’s mouth, my whole body lighting up inside. Instead of pushing him away like I should, I cling to him. My fingers grip tighter into his hair. I wrap my legs around his waist. I shift against him, needing something more. When my clit drags along his hardness, I gasp at the sensation.

Slade breaks the kiss, but he keeps his mouth on me. He kisses and sucks at my neck. I had no idea how good this could feel. The ache between my thighs grows almost unbearable. I drop my head back more as I try to shift against him again. His fingers dig into me as he takes over, and he drags me up and down on his cock. We’re dry humping as though we’re teenagers, but I can’t stop.

“Slade.” I moan.

“You taste so good. Did you know that? Sweet everywhere. I knew you would be,” he says against my neck.

There has never been another person who made me feel this way before. As nuts as this all is, I let myself get lost in the moment. I want him as much as he wants me. My need for him right now is taking over.

I rock my hips with him as I start to grow wetter by the second. So much so that my panties are sticking to me.

“More,” I beg. He lifts his head, his dark gaze meeting mine. My stomach flutters at the pure possession in his eyes. It shouldn't turn me on, but no one has ever looked at me this way before.

He lifts me and brings me over to the couch. He gently sits me down, falling to his knees in front of me. If I had to bet I’d say that Slade has never gone to his knees before someone before. He doesn’t look as though he’s the type to bow down. The wild, needy expression on his face makes me feel sexy. Something I’ve never thought of myself as. He pushes the shirt I’m wearing up my thighs until he gets to my panties. He leans down, and I hear him suck in a deep breath. Is he breathing me in?

His warm breath tickles the inside of my thighs as he spreads me wide to make room for his broad shoulders. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. I should be pushing him away right now. I should be trying to figure out a way out of this place. But my body knows what it wants.

I lift my hips, my back bowing off the sofa, begging him to take me already. I’m not even sure what he’s going to do to me. But I believed him earlier when he said he would never hurt me.

“You’re so wet.” His voice is gruff. My nipples grow harder, aching with the same need that I have between my thighs. Slade’s fingers stroke my clit through the thin material of my panties. “Are you wet for me?” He looks up at me.

“Yes.”

A triumphant smile pulls at his lips, making him even more handsome.

His fingers dip into my panties, pulling them to the side. I moan at the first contact of his tongue to my clit. My head drops back at the wonderful sensation that fills me. Is this part of his plan? To give my body so much pleasure that I’ll never want to leave? To make me grow addicted to him? Because if it is, it’s working.

“Sweet like candy,” I hear him say before his tongue slips down farther. I’m almost hanging off the couch at this point. I couldn’t care less while his mouth is on me.

“Slade!” I gasp when he thrusts his tongue inside of me. His thumb goes to my clit, making fast circles against the bundle of nerves. My mind starts to go haywire with so many emotions.

He keeps thrusting his thick tongue in and out of me. I cry out when he presses a finger into my backside. The slight feeling of pressure is so unexpected that it sends me over the edge. I cry out his name as the orgasm takes over my body. Warmth unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before fills me all over until I go completely lax. My eyes fall closed as I try to savor the moment. The last twenty-four hours have been stressful, and it feels good to push all of that to the back of my mind for a few minutes.

The sound of our heavy breathing fills the room. I’ve never felt so relaxed in my entire life. I know it sounds ridiculous considering I’ve been kidnapped. But I can’t help the way Slade makes me feel. I jerk, my eyes flying back open when he presses a kiss to the top of my sex before righting my panties. The evidence of my arousal glistens on his mouth.

“You’re beautiful this way. Your cheeks flushed. Your lips swollen from the kisses I gave you.”

I swear this man says the sweetest things.

“Thank you” I find myself saying, which is silly. I’m not sure if I said thank you for the orgasm or calling me beautiful. Either way, I’m a dork.

“Don’t thank me. I could lick your cunt for the rest of my life and die a happy man.” He pulls the shirt back down, covering my panties. “You need to finish your dinner. I’ll make you a fresh plate.”

Food is so far from my thought process right now. Before he rises to his feet, he presses a kiss against my mouth. I can taste myself on his lips. He pulls back and heads into the kitchen. Disappointment fills me immediately. Which I know is ridiculous considering the circumstances.

What the heck just happened? I’m not even sure how I let him do all that to my body. I was practically begging for it at one point. Hell, I want to ask if we could do it again after dinner.

I’m really starting to think I’m the crazy one here.