Page 24 of Caged Captain

“I’m a bit rusty, but I might not look like a fool with the right dance partner.” I lead her to the other side of the deck and spin her around before catching her in my arms.

“I have two left feet, so I don’t think I’m going to be much help.”

“Then we can look like fools together,” I offer.

Imogine’s face glows in the setting sun, her hair glittering in the waning light. She lifts her chin, swaying closer to me. Right before our lips touch, I spin her out of my arms and tip her backward with a hand holding her steady at the small of her back.

Imogine yelps and then laughs when I pull her against my chest. Her joy radiates through me as we half-dance, half-hug to the classical music playing in the background.

“Thank you for a perfect night,” she whispers, pressing her lips to the side of my neck. That’s all it takes for me to become ravenous for her.

“I bet I can make it even better,” I tell her, my voice gravelly and laced with need.

She nods, knowing exactly what we’re both longing for.

Imogine takes the lead, lacing our fingers and tugging me inside. I close the sliding door and spin her around, pinning her against the cool glass. She shudders and gasps when I cage her in, squirming as I press my body against hers.

Our lips meet, softly at first as I cup the side of her face to keep her close to me. How could I have ever left her side after experiencing true bliss, true love with the most incredible woman in existence?

I deepen the kiss, nipping at her bottom lip and coaxing her to open up for me. I sweep my tongue inside and get my fill of her sexy, sweet little mouth, groaning when her tongue tangles with mine.

My hands drift down her body, tracing over her curves and massaging them in appreciation. Imogine tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls me closer, moaning into my mouth as one of my hands slips under the hem of her dress.

Goddamn, I can feel her hot little pussy, and my hand is hardly halfway up her thigh. When my fingers brush over the wet fabric of her panties, Imogine breaks the kiss to gasp for air. I nuzzle her neck and blaze a trail of kisses from her shoulder to her pulse point, licking that spot over and over while rubbing circles over her clit, through her panties.

I pull the wet fabric to the side and dip a finger into her soaking folds. We both groan at the contact. God, her silky, wet heat feels like heaven. Imogine’s hands slide down my chest, where she grips my shirt and buries her face in the side of my neck, panting for air as I rub furious circles over her clit.

My other hand grasps the hair at the base of her neck to pull her head up so I can kiss her. I slam my mouth down on hers while plunging two fingers deep inside that tight little cunt, loving the way her walls immediately clamp down around me.

Grinding the heel of my hand on her little bundle of nerves, I pump in and out of her and push her right to the edge of her climax in no time. I need to see her come against the front door, and then I need to see her come a dozen more times in my bed.

Imogine tosses her head back, hitting it against the door. I chuckle softly and kiss her exposed neck, nipping all the sensitive spots I’ve discovered during our time together. Her mouth is next to my ear, her hot breath teasing my skin as soft whimpers fall from her lips.

Her legs shake, her breath catches in her throat, her nails dig into my chest, and then she cries out her release. I capture her lips with mine, swallowing her sexy sounds until they become a part of me.

My hand fills with her release, and still, I keep going. She's shaking now, so much so that I have to hold her up with my other arm, but I can't stop fingering her. I bring her up and over again before Imogine's legs give out. I gather her up in my arms and kiss the top of her head.

“Beautiful, Imogine. So fucking beautiful,” I whisper into her hair. “I love you, sweet girl.”

Before she gets a chance to fully recover, I carry her to my room. She giggles when I drop her onto the mattress of my giant bed. The sound is so light and airy, in complete opposition to the dark décor and solid oak furniture of the room. It’s perfect. She balances me out in a way I never knew I needed.

Stripping her down slowly, I take time to kiss her ankles, behind her knees, her belly button, her beautiful breasts, and the hollow of her neck. When I’m satisfied with the number of kisses I’ve left on her skin, I quickly rid myself of my clothing and lienext to her on the bed, turning her toward me so we’re facing each other.

I run a hand from her thigh, over her hips, following the dip of her waist, all the way up to her cheek, where I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. I cup her jaw and trace the pad of my thumb over her bee-stung lips.

I pull her toward me with a hand on the back of her neck and kiss her softly. Reverently. Imogine sighs into my mouth and moves closer so she can rub her hot, curvy little body against mine. Her hard nipples scrape against the smooth skin of my bare chest as her kiss grows desperate.

In one swift move, I turn us so she’s on top of me, the entire weight of her body pressed against mine. We’re skin to skin, chest to chest, heart to heart as our tongues tangle. My hands roam up and down her back and then grip her perky ass, squeezing her cheeks and spreading her apart before dipping a finger inside and stroking her most private hole.

I fuckingfeelher tight asshole pucker and pulse for me as I continue to rub it rhythmically. Imogine gasps and looks at me, though not with shock. She stares at me with unquenchable lust.

“Fuck,” I grunt, massaging her tight ring of muscles and feeling her quiver against me. “You like me playing with your tight little asshole, Imogine?”

Before she can answer, I press the tip of my finger inside and watch as she bites her bottom lip and squeezes her eyes shut. Imogine moans loudly and presses against my finger, inching me deeper inside her.

“Jesus,” I growl. “I need inside you.”

Her eyes snap open and she nods enthusiastically, pressing against my hand even more.

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