Better safe than sorry

The next morning, I awoke in Caroline's arms. The sun was streaming through the small window, casting its warm glow on our entwined bodies. We exchanged a tender kiss before reluctantly disentangling ourselves to use the bathroom and to eat the meager breakfast provided by our captors.

I couldn't help but notice how much closer Caroline and I had grown since being kidnapped together. We spent the time until our evening meal with our laughter echoing through the small room. We reminisced about funny moments from work and shared embarrassing stories from our youth. Despite the dire circumstances, there was a sense of comfort in our shared experience, an unspoken bond that transcended friendship.

After the evening meal, Caroline and I would be alone until the next morning if the pattern held. Alone, but not unmonitored. We sat silently side by side, leaning into each other. The tension between us had been building for days now, but neither of us dared speak about it openly. It was as if we were both aware that crossing certain boundaries could have dire consequences not only for our lives but also for the delicate balance we had established with our captors.

"We need to talk," I finally said softly, breaking the silence between us. Caroline looked at me with a mixture of fear and curiosity in her eyes. "II think it's scandalous that we've been here this whole time and we still haven't proven to our captors who we really are."

She hesitated before asking slowly, "What do you mean?"

Taking a deep breath, I leaned closer to whisper into her ear: "We should probably fake having sex, don't you think? It might help convince them that we're truly married." The idea was plausible enough, wasn't it? My heart beat wildly at the possibility.

Caroline chuckled nervously before playfully slapping my arm. "You, sir, are a scoundrel!" Then she rolled onto me, her eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement. Our kiss was passionate and intense: there was no need for build-up anymore. My heart pounded wildly in my chest as I felt her body press against mine, our desires merging into one unstoppable ****.

"Oh my God!" she moaned loudly. "I am going to fuck you so hard!" She winked at me, as if she were playing a game with those words, but she had already begin to grind her pelvis into mine. Her intensity was no game.

"Pull the sheet over us," I said. "I don't know what they see on those IR cameras, but this here is for you and me. Maybe it'll help" She awkwardly pulled the sheet over us both while trying to maintain constant contact. When it was finally in place, she flopped onto my chest and continued to grind.

"Good idea," she murmured with her lips near my ear. "The sheet should trap our body heat and make the image less distinct."

"Yeah," I responded. "We could do anything under here and they wouldn't know for certain."

"Yeah," she agreed, smiling devilishly before pressing herself firmly against me once more. "We could do anything under here!"

I almost choked at the suggestion, but the ensuing kiss was too distracting. Her eyes closed, lost in the pleasure that coursed through her body as she ground herself against me. I could feel every inch of her, every curve and contour, as if they were etched into my very soul. She arched her back, pushing herself up until only our lips touched, and then began to drag her clit along the length of my cock in short, rhythmic strokes. I'm sure it looked like we were fucking in earnest.

Her eyes fluttered open for a moment, revealing raw intensity in their green depths. I could see it in her gaze: the desire, the need, the hunger that consumed us both. And as she closed her eyes once more and continued to move against me, I knew that there was no turning back now.

Her breasts hung before me like two perfect orbs of pure temptation. They beckoned to me with their firmness and fullness, inviting me to explore every inch of their surface. And so, without hesitation, I raised up on my elbows and began to kiss them: first one, then the other, alternating between light pecks and deeper, more passionate licks. Her breath caught in her throat as I went up to nibble at her neck, sending shivers down her spine that seemed to reverberate through both our bodies. My lips traced a path along her collarbone, teasing her with each gentle caress until finally, I found the sensitive area just above it and began to lavish attention upon it. She moaned softly as my tongue danced across her skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. And then, without warning, she brought one of her hands up and pressed me against her bosom in encouragement. I knew what that meant: she wanted more, needed more, demanded more from our lovemaking. She began to slide her pussy lips along my shaft in longer strokes, using its full length to stimulate herself.

And so, with a renewed sense of urgency, I took one of her breasts into my mouth and began to suckle it eagerly. Her moans grew louder as I teased her nipple with the flat of my tongue, alternating between gentle licks and firm sucks. I circled her aureole with my tongue tip and then pinched her hardened nipple between my lips.

"Oh my Godddddddd!" she cried out. Her movements became wilder now, her strokes up and down my cock growing more irregular as she sought to find that elusive sweet spot within herself. Sometimes they were short, barely different than a grind, while other times they were so long that she almost rode past the tip of my cock. She paused a moment before sliding back down.

I was lost in pleasure, too. Her movements we driving me crazy and the heat in my skin had very little to do with the ambient temperature. She tapped me and we fell back on the bed kissing. Caoline still glided on top of me as we tangled our hands in each other's hair. Her hard nipples raked against my chest. It might have been awkward to keep kissing as she moved up and down my length, but it was so worth it.

In this new position, she had change the angle of her pelvis in order to keep up the stimulation she desired. For my part, I was continually stimulated by her movements but not in a way that would make me climax. She dragged herself up higher than before, and then pushed back down again. The tip of my prick caught on her pubic bone as she descended before popping back between us. We stopped in shocked recognition of what had almost happened. If it had popped the other direction...

She giggled. I giggled. We resumed kissing and she resumed moving.

It happened again. This was getting dangerous. "Maybe we should change?" I asked.

"We already agreed it was okay," she insisted. That was good enough for me.

We resumed kissing then, our lips locked together in a passionate embrace as she continued to move against me. She shortened her strokes until the passion had built back to where it was before the interruption, but it wasn't long before we were back in the danger zone. The tip of my prick brushed against her clit with each thrust, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through both of us. The fact that we were so close to the brink of doing something even more forbidden enflamed the intensity of each sensation.

I suppose it was inevitable. We knew it was inevitable. We wanted it to be inevitable. When she slid past my tip again, the moisture she had leaked and the swelling of her vulva left one obvious path: the path of least resistance. When she descended again, she thrust my entire length inside her.

We paused then, both of us acknowledging the sudden change in our lovemaking. But rather than feeling shocked or surprised, we simply looked into each other's eyes and smiled. Neither of us felt regret or shame for what had happened--only a sense of wonder and excitement. It was as if the universe itself had conspired to create this moment: a single instant in time where all of our fears and doubts were swept away by an overwhelming tide of passion and desire.

I pulled back and pressed forward with deliberate slowness, my cock parting the walls of her vagina with excruciatingly blissful pressure. The grip of her core wasn't one of rejection, but of welcome. The full length of my shaft slid smoothly into her warmth, creating a sensation that was both exhilarating and deeply intimate at once. The tightness of her pussy seemed designed to punish me for moving by overwhelming my nervous system, every ripple and fold along the walls sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. With each thrust, I felt as though I were being sinking into a deep pool of her intoxicating essence. And with each withdrawal, it was as if she were trying to hold me inside, unwilling to let go even for a moment. The squeeze of her muscles along my shaft felt like an electric current sparking new sensations.

And then there were her breasts: two perfect orbs that brushed against my chest with each stroke, their softness contrasting sharply with the firmness of her nipples which were still erect from our earlier passion. Each time she descended onto me, they pressed against my skin, leaving a trail of pleasure in their wake that only served to heighten the intensity of our lovemaking even further.

And when we kissed--oh, how we kissed! Our lips locked together in a passionate embrace, our tongues dueling for dominance while our bodies moved in perfect harmony beneath the sheet. I had always wanted to kiss her lips, hadn't I? If I hadn't, I was a fool.

For over a week now, we had been held captive by these mysterious assailants, living in constant fear for our lives while simultaneously feeling an overwhelming sense of vulnerability and fear. But then, as if by some divine intervention, something happened: we found solace and comfort within each other's arms, a refuge from the chaos and uncertainty that surrounded us on all sides. This passion was our bastion against vulnerability. This ecstasy was our ward against fear.

When the tidal wave of our orgasms swept us, there was no thought of separating ourselves. We could not retreat from this refuge. I let loose inside her, my cum spilling forth in a torrent of ecstasy that consumed me completely. She cried out and spasmed around me, every ripple around my shaft an exquisite overload. It was like a release valve had been opened within both of us, allowing all those pent-up feelings and desires to flow freely at last.

But as we lay there together recovering, I couldn't help but feel a sense of concern: after all, we hadn't used any protection. What if she got pregnant?

But then, as if reading my mind, Caroline spoke up softly: "Don't worry about it," she whispered, her voice filled with reassurance and warmth. "We've been trying to get pregnant for years now without success." She paused briefly before continuing: "If anything happens, at least we know that the child will be intelligent and kind and attractive--like you."

I knew she was sincere because she passed up the opportunity to claim all the credit for herself. "Just like _you_," I countered.

She smiled. "Just like _us_. We're both pretty cool, aren't we?" We grinned and cuddled in the afterglow.