I have a hard time tearing my gaze away from his washboard abs, but the random thought that suddenly pops up in my mind eventually does the trick. I find myself hastily looking away as I swallow back a giggle, but it's all for naught when I hear Raaf ask rather curiously if I would mind sharing the joke.
"I just realized that you had more clothes on last night," I tell him sheepishly, "when we first made love."
He winces at my choice of words, but I just let it go. It's been mere days since he, well, kidnapped me. It's normal for guys - and especially guys like my Raaf - to avoid any talk about feelings at such an early stage.
"It's called sex, my dove."
"Also known as making love."
"Or fucking."
"How about being intimate with—-"
Raaf suddenly pulls me close and covers my mouth with a kiss, which I suspect is his way of shutting me up. But because I am kinda easy when it comes to him—-
I wrap my arms around his neck, and the kiss immediately enters dangerous territory as I feel his hand slide under the loose neckline of my dress. He thrusts his tongue inside my mouth just as his hand starts kneading my breast, and I can only moan and tighten my arms around his neck.
There's a part of me that's stunned I am letting this happen when we're completely exposed up here, but the part of me that only lives for his touch still prevails in the end, and I can feel my toes curling hard when he suddenly pushes me down until I'm bent over the captain's seat.
My breath catches as he positions himself behind me, and I feel like I'm about to expire in anticipation when I feel him palming the cheeks of my bottom over the thin cotton of my dress. Seconds go by, and he still does nothing, but this only makes me wetter. So, so much wetter than when he finally does it—-
SLAP!
I cry out as my entire body jerks, the sudden slap on my bottom making my inner folds throb almost painfully. I want him so much, oh God, and—-
SLAP!
He spanks my bottom even harder this time, but somehow, this only makes me want him even more, and from here it becomes a cycle. He spanks me, I cry out, and that place in my legs gets wetter. Just wetter and wetter and wetter that when he finally pushes my underwear to the side and thrusts inside of me without warning, I am more than ready for him, and oh God, it feels so, so—-
Aaaaaah!
My brain shuts down as my Raaf reaches around my body to start stroking my clit while pumping his member into me with quick, hard thrusts. I want it to last forever, but I can already feel the burning and throbbing pleasure coiling inside of me, and when I hear Raaf's own breathing turn harsh, it's just too much—-
"Sara, fuck, fuck, come with me, now, Sara!"
His words push me over the edge, and I sob as I come with him, and I sob even more when I feel his member pulse powerfully within my inner walls as he fills me with his seed. Just filling and filling and filling until there' s not a millimeter of space that hasn't been claimed, and I can only whimper as I feel the excess trickling stickily down my thighs.
I close my eyes as I feel the pleasure ripples finally start to fade, and I'm just a bit mortified but unsurprised when my legs crumble the moment he pulls me up.
Raaf chuckles behind me, and it's something I don't just hear. I feel it, too, my God, with his member still fully sheathed inside of me, and oh God!
I can only whimper in embarrassment as he lifts me up, my back against his chest, my legs dangling over his arms, and my womanhood completely exposed to the world since he still refuses to withdraw.
"Raaf, please!"
But of course he ignores this, and I can only gasp as he takes a seat at the breakfast nook, which then leaves me impaled on his member.
"I'll let you go," he whispers to my ear, "as soon as you finish eating breakfast."
I'm already reaching for the salad fork even before he finishes speaking, and it's just the strangest and dirtiest thing I've ever done I think, to finish up a small plate of salad, and at Raaf's calm insistence, a pair of honey-glazed buttery pancakes topped with blueberries and cream cheese. I'm all done in just seven minutes (a record for sure), and I shudder in relief when Raaf finally pulls out of me.
"And now..."
My head jerks up in horror. There's more?
But this only makes Raaf's lips twitch. "There is no need to look at me like that," he says soothingly. "I simply intend to clean you up—-" He sees me open my mouth to protest, but he forestalls this with a shake of his head. "Be a good girl and just let me do this. You do not have enough time as it is."