She's Captured my Love (Captured #4)

by Karen Frances

  I want her so much right now. I need to lose myself in her. The only thoughts I have are of her. Nothing but the two of us exists. Here and now.

  Living in the present, not the past. And finally looking forward to whatever the future holds for me, for us.

  My lips leave hers and carry on a slow assault down her silky smooth body. I feel her body tense then completely relax into the bed. She wants me, that much is clear.

  Small moans I hear as my lips run a leisurely trail down her neck. I stop when I reach my destination. I look up and I’m met with hazy eyes watching me. I smile before dropping my head. My tongue circles her nipple. I feel her hips move underneath me. She needs to keep still, otherwise I won’t last.

  “Still,” I whisper. She does hear me and stills.

  I carry on lavishing her nipple with my tongue. Caressing and licking. Nipping and tugging.

  “Oh, oh Ethan, no more.” Her voice is shaky as she tries to speak. I’m not listening to her. I want her only thoughts to be of me when she leaves this house this afternoon.

  Moving to the other breast, I carry on just as before. I take her nipple and roll it between my teeth. Her hips start to move again beneath me. There’s one part of her body that’s craving attention, and attention is what it will get. Sooner rather than later. Her body vibrating and longing for my touch as she pants.

  I pull away and sit back on my heels, eyes running the length of her. Christ, she is fucking perfect and sexy as hell. My heart melts. I’m done for as far as she is concerned.

  She owns me, completely.

  Sophie brings a whole new meaning to the word pleasure. She trusts me completely; it’s there in her eyes in the way she looks at me. I have a need to be buried deep within her.

  Control, is what I need.

  She deserves more than a quick fuck today. So much more. Having said that it would be so easy, considering where my dick is, just to enter her.

  “You are beautiful,” I say breathlessly as I look into her amazing hazy dark-brown eyes.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replies in a whisper.

  Slowly I trail my hands down her flat stomach. I watch as her breathing quickens under my touch. Or is it in anticipation of what I’m about to do next? Her hands fist on the sheets beneath her.

  With slow movements I trail my fingers down between her legs and with two fingers I stroke her. Already so slick and wet for me. Slowly I ease my fingers inside her, her walls tightening around me, welcoming me in. Fresh desire sweeps through me.

  I thrust my fingers deep inside. I keep my eyes on hers watching, waiting on the tell-tale signs and her soft moans that turn into groans, telling me she is close to the edge. Rhythmic movements pushing her closer.

  The small movement of her hips catches my eye. I push further as she thrusts against me seeking her release. Her eyes roll back and close as she falls closer and closer. Her back arches, wanting more.

  “Oh, God, yes. I’m close.” Harder, I drive my fingers in as she pushes harder against me, over and over.

  “Ethan,” she cries through her orgasm. I don’t relent, I carry on.

  I move myself down the bed for better positioning. Her eyes fly open when my head settles between her legs.

  “No, please . . .” she cries.

  “If you mean that I will stop. But your body is telling me to go ahead. I think you can take a whole lot more than that.” I watch as she battles with her inner thoughts. And this girl thinks I can overthink things. She needs to learn the meaning of practising what she preaches.

  I remove my fingers, and I do indeed hear her moan from the loss of contact. She cries out at my first touch. I slide my tongue backwards and forwards parting her folds. Tasting her. Teasing her.

  My tongue continues to tease and lick as I slide my fingers back inside her. I let my fingers do the work, but whatever I’m doing, it must be hitting the right spot, going by the moaning coming from her.

  That is a sound I’m going to miss.

  That thought leaves me.

  Flicking and teasing with my tongue seems to be doing the trick. I can feel her climax building deep within her again. Her walls tighten around me. Over and over. I want her to think of nothing else but me on her flight home. When her body aches later on, and believe me it will, I want her to remember who made her sore and just how much she enjoyed it.

  My head stays buried right between her thighs, licking my way to her next orgasm. Again her hips thrust against my face, telling me how close she is, without the need for the spoken words. Her breathing changes pace, another sure sign. I adjust my pace, thrusting my fingers deeper and quicker.

  My name falls from her lips as the waves come crashing down on her with all their force. I let her ride out her orgasm as I carry on licking and sucking until she can no longer bear it.

  I lift my head and crawl slowly back up her body. Her eyes still closed, her breathing still laboured as she battles to regain control.

  I lower my lips to hers and her tongue delves in, tasting. I moan in response. Her arms fly around my neck. My erection is exactly where it’s meant to be, at her entrance.

  Our lips part and I sit back on my heels and watch as I slide inside her with ease. When I lift my eyes, hers are watching me. Her muscles clench all around me, accepting me, wanting me. I lean over and place a soft lingering kiss on her lips, taking her by surprise.

  I start to move slowly at first, as our lips part. Slowly in, slowly out, again and again. I watch her watching me and smile. She means so much to me, and as I watch her I’m unsure what that means for us. I don’t want to let her go today. I’m actually considering tying her to the bed and not letting her leave me.

  Now there’s a thought.

  I take her feet in my hands and push her legs back. Leaving her more open and exposed. I drive in this time, not holding back. Not slow and easy, but hard and fast as my desire takes over.

  She grabs hold of the sheets frantically. Her body is on the verge and this is one orgasm she won’t recover so quickly from. Driving in and out. Her muscles form a vice-like grip around me. I can feel my own climax build within.

  Her eyes stay firmly on mine, and I know that’s where they are going to stay until we both reach the same final destination.

  Harder and faster, I pound until I can’t hold back any longer. She thrusts against me looking for her release. I drive back into her one final time. We both come loudly at the same time. I lower her legs gently. Her body rocks against me, riding out the orgasm.

  I collapse in a heap on my side and roll her over to face me. I allow myself a few moments to come back down from an incredible high. Our joined breathing starts to slow down to something that might just resemble normal.

  I lie gazing into her eyes and something shifts between us. I don’t know what it is, or how best to describe it. I just know I need her in my life.

  “Mmm,” she says, as she snuggles in. “I’m really not ready to go home.”

  “Me neither,” I say. She closes her eyes and I hold her tight. Her breathing starts to even out and I realise sleep has taken over.

  I know I can only leave her sleeping for a short time, otherwise she will only end up panicking about being late. Murphy is taking her and Richard to the airport. I did offer to go with her, but she insisted my time would be better spent collecting Lucy from my mum’s. I know she’s right, I was being selfish and just wanting extra time with her. But if I did go to the airport, it would only make saying goodbye harder.

  It’s already going to be hard enough.

  I lie with her in my arms as long as possible before pulling myself away. I need a shower and as much as I want to wake her, so she can join me I don’t.

  My shower doesn’t help me. Yeah, it freshens me up, but it makes me think. Think about our time apart. Think about how I will cope without having her here. I know it’s only a few weeks we will be apart before she is back for the wedding, but I’m really going to miss having her around. Then
there is her admission she wants both Lucy and me to attend her brother Connor’s wedding.

  We’ve not spoken too much about our relationship this last week we’ve been too busy enjoying each other’s company. And I’ve loved the time we have spent together. Is this going to be our first official outing as a couple? I hope so. I know we are going to have to talk about us at some point.

  As I stand under the water I know I need to get out and go and waken her.

  “Sophie, Sophie,” I say trying to wake her. “Come on sleepy head, you need to go and shower.”

  “A few more minutes,” she says stretching. She looks adorable as she awakens.

  “No, come on. Your turn. I will make you something to eat.” She opens her eyes and frowns as she watches me.

  “Why are you standing there with just a towel wrapped around you?”

  “Because my sweet girl, I’ve had my shower.”

  “Spoil sport,” she says, her voice teasing.

  “Go on, you still have plenty of time.” I turn away and start putting on clothes.

  “Ethan . . . ?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you think your parents could bring Lucy around? I’d like to see her before I go.” I can hear the sadness in her voice as she speaks.

  “I’ll go and phone.” She smiles. “You go and get your fine arse in that shower.” She stands fully naked in front of me and says, “thank you.”

  I leave the bedroom and make the call to my mum, who is a little surprised to hear from me. When I tell her what I’m calling for, she agrees very quickly. Telling me she will be over with Lucy in about thirty minutes.

  That gives me enough time to make something to eat for us and hopefully Lucy will be here before Sophie comes down the stairs. It’s early afternoon, so we’ve missed breakfast, although I’m well aware Sophie loves the full Scottish breakfast. So I decide that’s what I’m making her.

  I’m just finishing off cooking when my mum walks into the kitchen with a babbling Lucy. I love hearing her little voice.

  “Are you okay, son?” she asks with a hint of concern in her voice. I take Lucy from her arms and take her coat off.

  “I’m good, Mum.”

  “You don’t fool me, son. I can read you and your sister very well. And I can tell you’re not fine and I understand the reason for that. I might not be happy about whatever is going on with you and Sophie, but it’s only because I care so much.”

  “I know you do.” I turn my attention to my daughter, not wanting my mum to ask anything else. “So, baby girl, have you been a good girl for nan?” She only giggles at me.

  “Of course she has been perfect as she always is.”

  “Do you want some tea?” I ask.

  “No, I will get out of your way. You don’t have a lot of time left together.”

  “Jane, don’t leave on my account,” Sophie says entering the kitchen. My mother smiles warmly as she watches Sophie come straight toward me, her eyes sparkle as she lifts Lucy from my arms. Mum watches the two of them interact with a soft smile on her face. “No, Sophie, I will leave you three on your own. I will see you in a few weeks. Have a safe journey home.” Mum gives Sophie a sincere hug and kiss.

  “I will, see you then.”

  “Ethan, walk me out,” my mum says. She surprises me with her request, but I walk her to the front door. She obviously has something she wants to say to me. “Hear me out. I do have reservations about the two of you, but seeing that look in her eyes as she took our baby girl from you has won me over. Anyone, and don’t take offense, can fall and care for you . . .”

  “Mum . . .”

  “I asked you to hear me out.” I nod. “But it takes a special someone to show emotion like that for our girl. She cares deeply for Lucy, and that means so much more to me than just her feelings for you. But having said that, she looks at both you and Lucy with the same care, love and admiration. Just be careful, I don’t want any of you getting hurt.” I kiss my mum before she turns on her heel and walks away, leaving me to think about her words.

  I know she wants me to be careful and I suppose a lot of that will be for Lucy’s benefit. I get that she might not want her getting attached to Sophie, but I fear it’s already too late for that. I walk back into the kitchen; I stop and watch Sophie with Lucy. Mum is right, it’s clear to see how she feels about her.

  “What are you doing standing there?” she asks without turning to me, her attention on Lucy and only Lucy.

  “Me, just watching you two,” I tell her as I walk toward the oven. “I’m going to miss watching this, the most.”

  I start plating up our cooked breakfast.

  “So you’re not going to miss my cooking.” I laugh at her. She is not the worst cook in the world, but I’m in no hurry for her to cook for me again. She did attempt cooking lasagne the other night, but put the oven temperature up too high, so by the time I came home from work it was burnt to a crisp.

  “No, I won’t miss your cooking.”

  “I didn’t think you would, but I will miss yours. Is that a full breakfast I smell?” she asks, looking around me.

  “Yeah, thought you might like this today.” I put a plate down in front of her and take Lucy from her and put her in her highchair. I give her one of her baby biscuits. That should keep her occupied whilst we eat.

  “So, if you’re not going to miss my cooking, what about the amazing sex?”

  “Amazing sex eh, let me think.”

  “You and I both know it’s been amazing,” she tells me. Of course she is correct, everything about Sophie leaves me amazed.

  “Yeah it has, but I’m going to miss just this. Watching you with Lucy and just spending time with you.” She smiles and looks away.

  We sit eating our breakfast in a silent understanding. Me, I understand just how much she loves our Scottish breakfast. Square sausage, black pudding, bacon, potato scones and everything else that is on the plate. I was right about Lucy and the biscuit, it has kept her quiet.

  “Leave those,” I say as Sophie clears away the plates. I stand and wrap my arms around her waist and lean on her shoulder. It’s little moments like this I will miss, just being able to touch her. I hold her tight not wanting to let her go, wanting to keep hold of her forever.

  My last thought scares me. Is that really what I want? I never thought I would find myself in this position again.

  Lucy’s crying distracts us both. Sophie turns and goes to her. “She needs changing,” she tells me.

  “I’ll get her then.”

  “No, it’s fine I can manage.” I watch as they leave the room, both happy and content. Tidying up a bit, I glance at the time; Murphy should be here anytime to pick her up. Sadness sweeps through me.

  The doorbell rings.

  No! Not yet.

  I answer, opening the door to Richard. “Is she ready?” he asks.

  “Yes. Come in, she’s with Lucy.” Murphy follows Richard in and takes her case and bags that are in the hallway out to the car. “There she is, my girl, ready for our journey home.”

  “Yes, I suppose so. Is our flight on time?” I wonder if he senses the disappointment in her voice? I do and I don’t like it.

  “Yes, so we need to get going,” Richard tells her.

  “I know, on you go out to the car. I’ll be out in a minute.”

  Richard says goodbye, telling me he will see me in a few weeks before going to wait at the car.

  “I’m going to miss you both terribly,” she says, still clutching on to Lucy. I take her in my arms, because it’s the only thing I can do.

  “We’ll miss you just as much.”

  I stand just holding her. The only noise to be heard between us is my babbling daughter. I wish I was going to the airport with her, it would mean I wouldn’t need to say goodbye just yet.

  “Come on, your dad is waiting,” I say kissing her on the top of her head. We walk out toward the front door.

  I take Lucy from her arms, although she’s reluctan
t to let her go. Now is the hard part as I look into her eyes. She doesn’t want to leave. Her eyes are filled with tears. Whatever is going on between us, maybe the time apart will help us both. Help us to understand what we are both wanting from our relationship.

  “You be a good girl for your daddy, beautiful girl. I will see you soon.” She kisses Lucy and turns her attention to me. “Now as for you,” she says as her tears start to fall. “I will text you when I land.”

  “We can speak every day,” I tell her. She nods in agreement. She places a soft lingering kiss on my lips.

  “Sophie, come on. We need to go,” Richard calls.

  “Go. Don’t keep them waiting on you.”

  She turns and walks toward the car, gives one last wave as she enters. I stand cuddling Lucy, watching the car drive away.

  I now feel lost.

  I’VE BEEN PATIENTLY WAITING ON a text from Sophie. It’s two thirty a.m. and I had thought I would’ve heard from her by now, to say she has arrived safely. I’ve been pestering Libby with texts for the last half hour, to see if they have heard from either Sophie or Richard. I do think my sister wants to wring my neck because I’ve woken her up.

  I know I shouldn’t be disturbing Libby at this time, but I need to know. Libby is needing all the rest she can get at the moment, between work, the pregnancy and trying to organise a wedding.

  Me, I’m a selfish pig.

  So here I am lying in my empty bed, tossing and turning because I’m missing Sophie. The whole house is quiet without her. My phone buzzes.

  Sophie; Landed safely we had a slight delay at Glasgow.

  Me; Glad to finally hear from you.

  Sophie; Why are you still awake? It must be after 2:30

  Me; Yes, it is. But I happen to be missing a certain someone. My bed seems empty and cold without you.

  Sophie; That makes me feel sad.

  Me; Don’t be sad we just need to have lots of calls and text messages between us until you come back to me. Maybe even some phone sex to tide us over.