Page 41 of C is for Captive

“I want you.”

The words came with surprising ease. Perhaps some truths were difficult only until you finally spoke them.

Then her hands were against his face and she was kissing him. He kissed her back until she was making helpless noises against his mouth, and then he rose. She made a startled sound as he lifted her with him, and then laughed against his mouth when he set her on the edge of the console.

“Show-off.”

“You’re small.”

“You don’t have to sound so pleased about it.”

“I like that you’re small.”

“I noticed.”

He kissed her again before she could argue, and her legs came around him, the sweet warmth of her core pressing against his erection. Every thought of Valkesh disappeared. There was only her.

He didn’t take the time to undress her completely. He wanted her too much to wait that long. He simply unfastened her trousers and pushed them down below her hips, and slid a thick finger inside her. She cried out, her head falling back against the console as he explored her. She was already wet, and when he brushed his thumb across the sensitive nub he’d discovered the day before, she bucked against him.

“Brannik,” she gasped, her hips moving against his hand, seeking more.

He watched her face as he touched her, just as he always did, studying her reactions. He learned that she liked it hard and fast, and he learned that she liked it soft and slow, and he learned that she liked a combination of the two that he continued until she was trembling and begging him.

“Please,” she moaned, and her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer. “I need… I need…”

He didn’t make her wait. He increased the pressure and the speed of his touch, and she shattered with a wild, abandoned cry, her body arching against him as she came. He held her through it, and then he kissed her, deep and hard.

When she was finally still, she looked up at him, her eyes dazed with pleasure.

“Do you want to stop?” she whispered, and he shook his head.

“No,” he growled, and it was the truest thing he’d ever said. He yanked her trousers down as she drew her shirt up over her head, leaving her naked in front of him once more.

“It’s your turn.” The words were a challenge but she was watching him as carefully as he’d watched her, and he knew she’d stop just as quickly. He took a deep breath and shoved his trousers down, a groan escaping him as his erection sprang free. Her eyes widened as she took in the full scale of him.

“It’s… big,” she managed, her voice a little breathless.

“I’ll be careful.”

“I know.” She met his gaze without a hint of fear, her legs parting. “I trust you.”

Those two words were more potent than any drug, more compelling than any touch, but he shook his head.

“Not here,” he added quickly, before she misunderstood. He picked her up again, but this time they were both naked and her damp core was pressed directly against him as he carried her into the tiny cabin. It was only a few steps, but by the time he made it to the berth, her eyes had fluttered closed and she was wiggling frantically against him.

He lowered her onto the bunk and rose over her, careful to keep his weight off of her. He hesitated for a second and her eyes opened.

“Still yes?” he asked, and her expression softened.

“Still yes.”

But then she reached up and touched his jaw.

“Is it still yes for you?”

The fact that she asked meant everything. “Yes.”

“Good.”