I Fell In Love With My Kidnapper.

Chapter 12.

I looked over to the living room,
all the things he had bought me.
*Sigh.*
he didn't have to do that.

I heard the keys entering the key hole.
I hid behind the couch.
The door opened.

"Hello?"
I remained silent, I felt an idiot, hiding.
"Esmeralda?"

"Yes?" now getting up.

"What were you doing?"

"I dropped something. You came back so soon?"

I loved how his eyes looked into mine,
so innocent, so friendly.. maybe that was the answer of not escaping.

"Well, yeah. You want me to leave? I mean I can.."

"No, haha. Thank you for the breakfast."

"Sorry if it tasted bad, I kind of in a rush."

"Bad? It tasted like how my grandmother use to cook."

"Oh. Well, thank you. I'm glad you liked it."

I wanted to kiss him,
and just. Aggressively love him.

"So where do you work at?"

"I paint, and construct."

I pushed him toward the wall. I viciously kissed his neck. He grabbed me by my arms, and picked me up, and slammed me into his soft sofa. He took off his shirt. A hard six pack. My panties were dripping wet. He kissed my neck, moved his tongue from my breasts to my stomach, lastly to my panties. He bit my lace panties, and pulled them down. He lifted my legs, to remove them off my feet. He spread my legs apart, and he starting softly kissing my part. And devouring his tongue into places I enjoyed very much. My chest went up and down while I moaned like nobody was hearing me.

I pulled his pants down, and well you know what's next...