Forbidden Surrender

‘Then so be it!’ He sank down on the bed beside her, ravishing her mouth with his, probing her lips farther apart with the sensuous tip of his tonge, running it along the sensitive area of her inner lip.

Sara was trembling with excitement, her hands tangled in the dark length of his hair, massaging his scalp when she found he liked it, groaned with the pleasure of it. Over the next heated few minutes she discovered several other places of pleasure that excited him, her teeth nibbling his neck and causing him to shake.

‘Undress me, Sara.’ He lay back invitingly.

She needed no second bidding, and knelt beside him to slowly unbutton his shirt, having already discarded his jacket. His chest was tautly muscled, liberally sprinkled with dark hair, soft and silky to her touch.

She gasped as she felt Dominic’s lips on her thigh, the slit up the side of her dress giving him easy access to her silky skin. Her hands travelled over the tautness of his back, her nails digging painfully into his muscled flesh as his hands caressed her inner thigh.

‘I can’t do anything when you do that,’ she collapsed on his chest.

Dominic pulled her on top of him, a hand either side of her face as he gazed deeply into her eyes. ‘I go wild just looking at you,’ he told her huskily. ‘I want to take this slowly, love you as you deserve to be loved, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to control this,’ he admitted shakily.

Sara knew what this admission cost him, and it only made her love him all the more. She hugged him, her face buried in his throat as she cried for joy. ‘Let’s get undressed sensibly,’ she murmured against his warm skin, ‘or else I’m likely to rip your clothes off you.’

Her teasing eased the heated tension between them, and Dominic shook with laughter. He gently moved her up from him. ‘Okay—you first,’ he requested, his eyes warm on her flushed cheeks.

‘I meant together!’ she gasped her dismay.

‘I know what you meant, but it’s more fun this way.’

‘I wouldn’t know,’ she said in a stilted voice, and moved to unzip her dress, all the time wondering how many other women had stripped for him in this very same way. Hundreds, no doubt. And how many of them had he told that he loved them? a traitorous voice asked. None of them, she told herself firmly, as she stepped out of her dress, wearing only a pair of minute briefs, ironically with ‘LOVE’ embroidered across them! She hadn’t dreamt when she had dressed this evening that Dominic would see her like this.

‘Sara?’ He knelt on the bed in front of her, bare to the waist himself, his chest strong and muscled, his stomach taut and flat, his silky hair growing down his chest, over his navel, and provocatively lower. ‘Sara, will this be the first time for you?’ He held her firmly in front of him.

She licked her lips nervously. No man liked inexperience in this day and age. She gave a casual shrug of her shoulders. ‘Of course not,’ she lied lightly.

‘Sara!’ He shook her gently. ‘I’ll be able to tell, you know.’

Not if she stopped herself from crying out he wouldn’t! ‘I’m sorry if you’re disappointed, Dominic,’ she was deliberately nonchalant, ‘but you’ll be far from the first.’

‘I’m glad,’ he gathered her into his arms. ‘Loving you is one thing, taking your innocence from you is something I just couldn’t do.’

Thank God she had lied! She couldn’t be denied knowing his full possession now, as she removed her last article of clothing to stand before him naked. She was well above average height, her breasts proudly erect, her nipples a deep rose pink, her waist slender, her hips perfectly shaped, her legs long and supple. She watched Dominic shyly from beneath lowered lashes, doing her best to gauge his reaction, wondering if she compared favourably with the other women he had made love to.

He said nothing for several long painful minutes. ‘You’re the most beautiful, desirable woman I’ve ever seen in my life,’ he told her in awe.

She began to breathe again, throwing herself into his arms. ‘That was exactly the right thing to say,’ she told him tearfully.

He smoothed her tears away with his thumb-tips. ‘The truth often is,’ he said huskily. ‘You are beautiful, all of you.’