Moving further down her body, I run my lips down her stomach until I’m at the waistline of her pants. Her belly twitches in anticipation as I tease her, denying her what I know she wants most. Finally, when I don’t think I can hold back anymore, I slowly unbutton and unzip her pants before sliding them off. She has on a pair of matching black panties, and when I lean in I can smell her arousal. Her scent makes my mouth water and I know if I don’t taste her in the next few seconds, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.

My finger hooks in the side of her panties and moves them over to expose her flawless pussy. “Mmm, you look so damn amazing,” I say before going after what I want. My tongue licks up her seam slowly. The first taste of her has my dick throbbing in the most painful way, desperate to be inside of her. I take two fingers and spread her lips apart so I have perfect access to her clit. I lick up her center again before stopping at her sweet spot and circling it with my tongue. I keep going as she writhes, screams, moans, and calls out my name. When she’s close, I insert one finger into her wet core, and then another. As I suck on her clit, my fingers rub her G-spot. Within seconds, she’s coming all over my hand and mouth. I lap up every drop as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.

“Wow,” she says on a breath. I can’t help the grin that stretches across my face. Wow is right. That was fucking amazing. I love watching her move under me and hearing her come. Knowing I’m the one making her feel that way is indescribable. I want to beat on my damn chest and carry her off to a cave where I can do it over and over again.

Her chest heaves up and down as she regulates her breathing. Her cheeks are flushed and a sated look possesses her eyes. “I’m not done with you yet. I was just getting started. Now I’m going to love you.” The warm look that crosses her face fills my heart. And I don’t care how big of a pussy that makes me sound like, it’s the truth. She’s all I need in this world to feel complete.

She bites her lip as she watches me undress. While taking off my shoes, I reach behind me and pull my shirt up and over my head and then stand up and take off my pants and boxers. My cock lets out a sigh of relief now that it’s not restricted. Sitting back down on the edge of the couch, I hook my fingers in the top of her underwear and slide them down her legs until they’re removed. My hands trail a slow path up her calves, along the inside of her thighs, brush over her center, and continue further up until I’m cupping her face.

“I’ve told you I love you, now I’m going to show you. This isn’t going to be fast and hard. We have plenty of time for that later. Right now I’m going to take you nice and slow. I’m going to swallow every moan, enjoy each sigh, and savor the feeling of you wrapped tightly around me.”

She leans up and kisses me softly. I brace my left hand next to her head to support my weight before grabbing the base of my erection with my other hand and guide it into her heat. Once I’m completely buried in her, I pause and blow out a breath of air with my eyes closed. “God, you feel incredible.” She starts to move her hips but I grab her to stop her movements. “Give me a second, sweetheart, or this’ll be over way faster than I intended it to be.” A small giggle causes me to open my eyes. “You think this is funny, huh? We’ll see who’s laughing before it’s all said and done.”

I withdraw from her slowly before gradually sliding back in. I keep this pace, refusing to go any faster when she demands it. Her head thrashes from side to side with the torturous build up. “Look at me, love,” I whisper in her ear. Leaning back, we lock eyes. I grab her hand and thread our fingers together and continue to rock into her while holding her gaze.

She really is gorgeous. From her beautiful green eyes, to her perfectly sculpted body, she blows every wet dream out of the water. But it’s her inner beauty that has me captivated, has me feeling things for her I’ve never felt before.

“I’m close, Alex,” she says, still maintaining eye contact.

“Let go for me, Elizabeth.” And she does. She screams out my name as her hands go to my shoulders and claw at my back. The sharp pain mixed with the intense pleasure sends me over the edge with her. I thrust one final time as I find my release. My head drops to her shoulder and I bury my face in her neck. I pepper small kisses over her soft skin, earning me a hum from her.

“I love you, Alex.” She’s said this before, but this is the most vulnerable she’s ever sounded. I wonder if I’ve finally penetrated through her walls and stripped her down to the wonderful person that she is where she doesn’t have to lie, put on a fake personality, and can be honest.

Now I’m the one lying.

“I love you, too.”

WE’RE LYING ON the couch with her head resting on my bare chest as I draw circles on her naked back. As much as I want to stay here and live in the moment, my mind is racing with the million things I’ve got to figure out and do. First on my list is to think of a way to keep in touch with Elizabeth.

“I’ve been thinking,” I say.

“Hmmm,” she responds lazily.

“We need a way to talk to each other so I know you’re okay.” She tenses with my comment.

“Alex, I told you I wouldn’t try to hurt myself again.” Her voice is stern, but underneath it is a layer of hurt.

“I’m not saying you’ll do that again, but I don’t trust that asshole you’re married to. I can’t stop by every day, and I need to know he’s not hurting you.” She relaxes back against me.

“I could always text you,” she offers.

I shake my head. “I don’t have a phone right now, but I have email. We can set you up with a fake account so it’ll look like you’re my sister. That way if anyone is watching me, it won’t look suspicious.”

She looks up at me with furrowed eyebrows. “Who would be watching you?”

I tread lightly, careful not to give her too much information. Keeping a level tone to mask the fact I’m being purposely vague, I say, “The guys who took me.”

“You don’t know their names?” she questions further.

I shake my head. “No.”

I hate not telling her the truth. I hate she has no clue about my real life. But most of all, I hate that she calls me Alex when that’s my cover name. Just the thought of telling her the truth has me breaking out in a sweat. She already has one man in her life that betrays her, and I don’t want her to feel like she has another one.

“I’ll go grab my laptop,” she says on a sigh before getting up. I watch her ass sway back and forth without a stitch of clothing on as she walks away. My cock stirs back to life, wanting more of her. I haven’t even begun to have my fill of her yet, but something tells me I never will. No matter how many times I’m inside her, it’ll never be enough and I’ll always want more. She’s definitely my addiction, my drug of choice.

She comes back into the room with her laptop in hand, but my eyes are fixated on her amazing chest as it bounces slightly with each step. “Like what you see?” she asks playfully.

“You know it,” I say with a wink that causes her to grin salaciously. I sit up so she can sit down next to me. After her computer is started up, we set up a fake email.

“Does Cal monitor your activity on here?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “Not that I know of.” That doesn’t exactly make me feel better, but this is really our only option. It’s driving me bat shit crazy not being with her all the time to ensure her safety.

“Okay. We’ll have to come up with some sort of code words so that I know if something is wrong and you need help.” She nods her understanding. “Got any ideas? It needs to be a word or phrase that’s easy for you to remember, but hard for others to decode. To anyone else it’ll look like normal conversation, but to us, it’ll have meaning.”