Page 61 of Kidnapped Prisoner By the Bratva
I kissed his back, sliding my tongue in through his lips. He accepted me, his head tilting slowly to the rhythm of mine. I drew closer, craving a deeper connection, and he did the same, shrinking the gap between us. His hand cradled the back of my neck, his lips claiming mine with a slow, heart-melting move.
Under the cold and distant stars, we shared a kiss that we’d remember for a really long time. No rush. No adrenaline spikes. No anxiety or burning flame threatening to consume us. Just two lovers basking in the euphoria of their passion, learning each other slowly and calmly.
His fingers dug into the back of my neck in a massaging motion that eased my stress. He broke the kiss and placed his forehead on mine, his thumb grazing my cheek. His fresh breath was warm against my skin, fingers still massaging the back of my neck.
Quietly, I rose to my feet, and without a word, I walked back into the house. At the door, I paused, glancing at him with a question that had him on his feet in no time. “You coming?”
In our bedroom, he lingered at the entrance for a moment, his eyes sweeping over my body as I undressed myself in front of the bed. My movement was slow and deliberate, eyes fixed on him.
I began by taking off my top, revealing my lacy bra. And then my hands flew to my back, fingers unhooking my bra. In one fluid motion, it slid off my chest and exposed my breasts, perky and a bit saggy.
Val drew closer, his bare feet soundless against the wooden floor as he slowly unbuttoned his checkered shirt. I still didn’t take my eyes off him, even as my fingers undid the single button of my jeans and unzipped them.
Shirtless, his eyes dipped, as if anticipating the big reveal. My manicured fingers grabbed the waistband of my pants, and I tugged them down, slow and easy. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as my white underpants came into view.
Seconds later, the jean pants fell off my thighs and pooled at my feet. Next were my underpants; white and lacy, they slid down my legs and fell on top of the jeans, leaving me bare and exposed.
Completely naked, I stepped over the fabric at my feet and sashayed my way over to him like a model on a runway. My fingers gripped his waistband while I looked at his face. Dipping my hand in his pants, I withdrew his cock, stroking and circling my palm over his cap.
The back of his hand brushed over my skin, igniting the fire within me as he ran a finger along my arm. He leaned in and claimed my lips again, his cock swelling in my hands. Gently, he reached up to my chest, cupping both of my breasts in his palms.
I tugged down his pants, helping him out of them until he was completely naked. As our kiss deepened, he fondled my curves even more deliciously. Val wouldn’t stop groaning in my mouth as I circled my palm over his cap while simultaneously stroking his length.
His hands roamed my body, pulling me closer and closer as if seeking more connection. He caressed my skin, tracing my curves and contours like he was trying to memorize my body. He grabbed my ass, squeezed my butt cheeks, and then slid his hand down into my exit. Soft. Slow. Gentle.
I broke the kiss, and a breathy gasp came forth. One hand left his groin to traverse his torso, feeling the ridges of his chiseled abs. I melted into him, moaning quietly as his finger went up my back door.
The feeling was a mixture of pain and sweetness, especially when his other hand slid down my front side and his index finger slipped into my cunt. I let out a breathy moan as I gripped his arm tightly. Losing focus, I left his cock and caressed his chest with my hands.
With an effortless move, he lifted me into the air like I weighed nothing. I locked my feet around his waist and dipped my head, my golden blonde hair spilling over my face. I reached down to kiss him while he walked over to the bed.
There, he lay me down on my back, climbed on top of me, and continued kissing my lips as his hand fondled my breasts. His touch was reverent, slow, and easy, as though he was worshiping my body.
No rush. Val took his time with me, caressing every one of my curves like a sculptor molding me from clay. I lowered my hand and grabbed his shaft while parting my legs. I teased myself, rubbing his cap over my entrance—wet and slippery.
He left my lips and kissed the nape of my neck all the way down until he stopped on my chest. There, he sucked on mybreasts, one after the other, his teeth deliciously grazing my hard nipples.
He glanced up at me and whispered, “Every inch of you is mine.”
“Yes…” I gasped, breath shaking as I writhed in slow motion beneath him. “I’m yours.”
He flicked his tongue rapidly over my nipple, sending shivers down my spine.
“Take me,” I whispered in his ear, one arm around his neck and the other still rubbing his cap over my cunt. “Do it now…please….” The words were dragged out of me with a whimper.
With his cap already half inside me, Val ground his waist, pushing deeper. That hard, veiny cock stretched me out as my wet pussy swallowed him whole.
“Fuck….” My mouth fell open, spilling a helpless cry.
I bucked my hips, his waist colliding with mine in the heat of the moment. His deep, slow thrusts unraveled me in ways that left me wanting me more. I raised my legs in the air, my fingers raking his back in a bid to express my desire.
He choked my neck gently while grinding his hips against mine. The feeling was so good that my head tipped back, and my body arched in response to the magic of his staff inside me.
Val knew exactly where to touch me, when to touch me, and how to touch me. His timing was impeccable, his pace slow and deliberate. He caressed my body, honoring my curves as he pressed in deeper and deeper.
His hand traveled down my thigh with a gentle slide, his chest pressing against my boobs. “Look at me,” he said.
I did; I held his gaze even as his thrusts rocked me back and forth.
