Free Captured by Melinda Barron

cock. He bucked up into her touch and she squeezed ever so gently. It was only by the strength given to him by the gods that he kept from shooting his seed into breeches.
    She grasped them tightly in her hands and tugged them down. He wiggled his hips as the fabric slid down, bringing another sweet round of laughter from his lips.
    At any moment, he thought to wake up, to find himself alone with nothing but the sweet memories of the dream that was undressing him right now. How many times has he wished for a woman to warm his bed at night? And now, after all these years, his dream had come true in a fashion that far surpassed anything he’d ever hoped for.
    His breeches were past his hips now, the tip of his cock breaking free from its prison. When she ran her tongue over it, he surged up, crying out when she sucked the end of him into her mouth.
    Never had he felt anything so exquisite, and he once again feared he would lose control of himself. He grasped her by the shoulders and pulled her away from him, intent on flipping them over and pounding himself into her core.
    But before he could, she stood up, her hands on her hips, the two halves of the tunic framing her succulent body. “Listen, buster, don’t make me tie you to the bed. I told you, I’m in charge here. In effect, you’re my captive.”
    “A willing one.”
    “The lay back like a good boy, or else I’ll search for rope. Do you understand me?”
    He nodded, then lifted his hips as she slid his breeches off his hips and peeled them from his legs, one at a time, the slowness of it threatening his sanity yet again.
    When he was free, she placed a hand on either side of his length and slide it up, and then back down, the friction building the heat in his bollocks.
    Venise’s warning rang in his mind as she played with him and he clutched his fist in the furs, delighting in the smooth feel of her flesh. He tossed his head from side to side, praying she would put him out of his sweet misery and take him inside her.
    Just when he thought he would disobey her edict of staying still, she finally straddled his hips. She leaned over and kissed him, her tongue playing with his lips before she lifted up and sat down, taking the full length of him into her silky folds.
    “Oh my stars above.” She gasped as if she were having trouble taking breath into her lungs and he took advantage of her loss of control to grasp her hips and turn them so that she was under him.
    She wrapped her legs around his hips and gave him a questioning look. “I thought I was I charge.”
    “Not anymore.” He clutched a thigh as wrapped his free hand in her hair, claiming her lips as he pounded in and out of her wet, velvety folds. Her legs clasped him tightly and he never, ever wanted to leave.
    His body had other ideas, though. Sweat pooled on his forehead as he thrust, and when she squeezed her women’s flesh around his cock, he could take no more. Rapture roared through his loins and his heart felt as if it might break in two from the erratic pulse it set.
    Below him, Venise clasped her hands on his arms, squeezing tightly. He realized he’d found his release, but she was still breathing heavily, probably teetering on the edge. He slipped from her and sat up on his knees, probing her folds until he found the hardened nub.
    He looked up, thrilled to see her lick her lips in anticipation, and then he squeezed, delighting in the cry of pleasure that filled the room. She bucked up into his touch and he leaned over and kissed the soft flesh of her belly, letting his tongue bath her, the salty taste of her skin rivaling that of the sweetest berries he’d ever eaten.
    When she was finally still under him, he licked each nipple, then cover her mouth with his, delighting in the satisfied smile that lit her face.
    “Beautiful,” he whispered, laying down next to her and pulling her into his arms. He stroked her hair and kissed her temple. “Thank you, sweet Venise.”
    “You’re