Felicity
This man was going to kill your father. This man used you as bait. This man used you!
I hear the words, loud in my mind, but even louder and more insistent is the lust whirling through my body like a tidal wave. It spreads down into my belly and out into my arms and legs, causing my toes and my fingers to tingle with lust. His body is pressed hard against mine, his pec muscles solid against my breasts. Without thinking, I reach up and grab his arms, squeeze them, feel the solidness of them. It’s an absurd way to feel, but he makes me feel safe, even now, even here.
I open my mouth, giving myself to the kiss, and Roma lets out a groan. I know he’s as lost as I am. Our tongues touch and battle, brushing against each other, sending a thousand sensations coursing around my mouth, tingling. I stand on my tiptoes and lean into him, pressing my lips harder against his. I feel our teeth click together. It’s like a switch being flipped. We’re on now and there’s no going back.
He moves his hand down my body, over my belly and between my legs. I am confused. He betrayed me. I don’t know how to feel. But my body has no such confusion. My body is awake at the touch of him. My body springs to life at the touch of him. He presses his finger against my pussy and the pleasure shoots through me in a lightning bolt, setting me ablaze. I hear myself moaning and for a moment I don’t believe that it’s me, that any of this is happening to me. I wasn’t kidnapped and I wasn’t sold and Roma didn’t buy me and we didn’t fall in love and we’re not throwing ourselves into passion in the midst of it all. But I can’t deny it. Hell, I can’t deny him.
He presses against my pussy and rubs fast, hungry. I part my legs and move up and down on his hand. The pleasure is hot as though his hand is burning. I moan louder and break off the kiss, looking up into his face. His handsome, strong face. The face of a man who knows exactly what he wants.
He betrayed you! He betrayed you!
But I don’t care, not right now, not in this moment. Right now all I care about is the feel of him, the irresistible pleasure his body offers mine.
“I love you,” he says, his blue eyes no longer veiled. I see into him and I see that he’s telling the truth. He really does love me.
I open my mouth. I know if I speak the words I won’t be able to go back. I won’t be able to stop this. I’ll give myself to him. I remind myself for the umpteenth time that he betrayed me, but it doesn’t do any good.
“I . . .”
I don’t finish the sentence. Instead, I press my lips into him again. I reach down and grab the front of his pants. He’s hard for me, so hard it’s like his cock wants to burst free from his pants. I rub it up and down and feel it twinge in my hand. His chest vibrates as though he is trying to break free from something.
I need him inside of me, I realize with a start. I don’t just want it. I need it.
I yank his pants down and he does the same to me. We step back, stepping out of the crumpled-up pants, and stare at each other for a few moments. His eyes watch me closely, as though he is afraid I am going to run away from him. Doesn’t he know that I couldn’t run away from him even if I wanted to?
“Make love to me, Roma,” I whisper.
He darts forward, grabs my ass cheeks, and lifts me off my feet as though I weigh nothing. I scream out in surprise, in pleasure, as he presses me against the wall. I’m so wet I can feel it on my thighs, warm. He holds me up with one hand. With the other, he reaches down and takes his cock in his hand. He lowers me onto it, guiding himself inside of me.
Then—
Pleasure pours into me like water filling a jug. More and more and more until I am overflowing, until he is buried deep inside of me, obliterating my insecurity. We are no longer in a cell. We are no longer anywhere. We are alone, completely alone in all the world. Our passion has separated us.
He pulls out of me slowly, and then thrusts back in quickly, passionately. He fills me entirely and I grab his muscular shoulders, digging my fingernails in. Propping myself up on his shoulders, I bounce in time with his thrusts. His cock reaches my sweet spot. He fucks me hard, but there’s a tenderness behind it, a tenderness which wasn’t there last time. We’re truly lovers this time.
I bounce, bounce, bounce, clamping my mouth shut so my moans don’t come out too loud. He grabs my ass, holding me up, and thrusts up inside of me. I look into his face. It’s twisted, completely consumed in the act. Just the sight of him so absorbed in me triggers something inside of me. He needs me, I think. He needs me. He needs me. He needs me!
My pussy goes tight, lust builds for a split-second, and then, abruptly, it releases. I can’t stop myself. I open my mouth and a moan pours out of me, a moan of complete lust and release, a moan of undeniable euphoria.
I lean forward on his shoulder, exhausted, and then he grunts and buries his face in my neck. As he comes, he moans and his breath is warm on my skin, making my hairs stand on edge.
Then he falls away, lowering me to the floor, looking down at me with a shaky expression.
“Felicity,” he says, staring at me. “I love you. I want you to know that. No matter what, I love you.”
I walk across the cell to him. I mean to reach out and merely touch his face, but at the last second something grips me. I slap him, hard. Thwack! And his face twists to the side.
“I love you, too, you silly man,” I say. I slap him again, across the other cheek. Thwack! His head twists the other way. “But you hurt me.”
“I know.” His skin is red from where I slapped him.
I reach up and touch the skin, rubbing it softly with my fingers. “But I love you,” I say. “God help me, I love you, Roma. I never knew how much a person could love, how quickly, until I met you.”
“You love me so much you want to slap me until my neck breaks?” He winks, and it’s like we’re transported someplace else for a moment. No, we’re not in this dark dingy cell, in this dark dingy complex, deep under the earth. We’re standing in our garage on a Sunday morning and later on today we’re hosting a barbeque. We’re married, or engaged; our lives stretch wondrously ahead of us.
“Something like that,” I say.
I manage a smile.