Please Captain
P5
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When your Captain said he was starting with kissing you thought nothing of it. After all you've kissed people before, there isn't much to it. Kisses are kisses right?
That's where you were wrong. Captain Price kisses you in ways that make your body tremble. Soft kisses that made you all shy and a blushing mess. The simple pecks that made you giggle, then theres what he's doing now.
A hand on the back of your neck, holding you in place. While the other one has a grip on your hip. His tongue licking into your mouth, only to slot his lips on yours the next second. Your brain is fuzzy, body heated. One of your hands shoot out and grabs his shirt. Whether to push him away or pull him closer you're not sure.
He smiles against your lips before his tongue slips back inside. Your thighs twitch and you can't stop the moan that betrays you. Fuck, if this is kissing you've been missing out. He goes to pull away and you follow with a whine.
He pulls away with a chuckle, "You gotta breath, Love." He takes in your flushed face, swollen lips, and the way you gaze at him. 'Pretty.' he thinks.
You manage to take a few breaths before you try to reconnect your lips. He stops you with a hand to your shoulder. You pout at him.
"But.... but I breathed. Please kiss me again, please." You give a small tug at his shirt.
"Ya beg so nicely....how can I say no.."
Your lips reconnect and all is right with the world again. Your mind screams 'closer!' and you wrap your arms around his neck, his hand slides to your back. His thumb rubbing the skin above the towel. The only thing you can think of is John, and when your tongue shyly meets his he groans in approval making you melt against him with another moan.
When he pulls away this time he kisses down your neck as you pant, he bites you hard.
"Oh fuck!" You shiver. Head tilting to give him more room as he bites you again. "Fuck, Sir!"
He straightens and grabs your chin. "My name Sweetheart, c'mon say it." He gives your chin a little shake.
"John." It comes out a whine and your thighs clench, you're so wet. "Again, again. Fuck, please John."
"Hmmmmm..." He rumbles out in thought. God you're perfect, so responsive and needy. He can imagine the sounds you'll make when he sinks into you. But fuck he needs to stop for now, the boys are expecting you to join them at the pub.
He must of taken too long in his thoughts because she starts kissing him, trying to copy what he's done. Such a good girl. He stands up and she gazes up at him from the bed.
"Get dressed Sweetheart, that's all for now." He smirks while she processes his words.
"But-"
"Doing things my way, remember? Up ya get, meet me outside when your dressed. Boys are at the pub."
You stare dumbly at the door when he shuts it behind him in his retreat. You're insanely turned on and so so wet. How in the world does he expect you to go to the pub?! You flop back with a groan, fingers messing with the towel.
You could try and get off with your fingers....but something about Johns, ah, you mean, Captain Price's tone makes you think against it. You quickly get dressed after cleaning up as best you could and go to meet Price.
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He replays the encounter in his head as he strokes his cock in his bathroom. Your noises, the feel of you under his hands. Mmmm the feel of your lips on his. "Shit!" His cum coats his hand and dribbles on the floor.
As he quickly cleans up he makes a decision. He ain't letting you go, you're too damn perfect for him. He'll teach you everything indeed. Including how to be the perfect housewife.
