A REASON FOR MARRIAGE

The warmth of his breath felt cool against her dampened breast as he spoke softly. “These are beautiful.”

He took his time kissing each of her swollen and sensitized nipples in turn before looking up at her, his eyes gleaming a dark, deep emerald. “You are beautiful, Sara. All over.”

“You haven’t seen all of me yet…”

“But I am going to.” It was a fierce promise of intent.

“Here?” Sara looked about at the sterile practicality of the black and white kitchen.

Simon gave a mischievous smile as he also became aware of their surroundings. “The temptation to drape you decorously on top of the breakfast bar and make you the feast is appealing, but, no, I think I would prefer to be comfortable in bed the first time we make love together,” he said with gruff intent.

“The first time…?” Sara echoed throatily.

His eyes glowed that deep emerald. “You can have no idea in how many locations and in how many ways I have imagined making love with you during my long and sleepless night!”

Her cheeks warmed. “Show me,” she invited huskily.

“Oh, I intend to!” Simon assured her decisively, and he slid one arm beneath her knees and the other about her shoulders before lifting her up into his arms and marching out of the room.

Sara draped her arms about his neck, not in the least self-conscious when her breasts and thighs were laid bare as the black silk robe fell open, knowing she had been longing for Simon to make love to her since last night. Possibly since the moment she had first looked across that hotel reception room and seen him looking right back at her…

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Simon slowly lowered Sara’s feet to the carpeted floor before untying the silk belt about her waist and sliding the robe off her shoulders to allow it to pool at her feet. His breath caught in his throat as he looked down at her lusciously naked body: slender shoulders, full and sloping breasts, narrow waist, lush hips covered by that single scrap of black silk and lace, legs long and shapely… His heated gaze returned to her face, eyes narrowing as he saw a return of that uncertainty in her expression. Her shoulders had tensed, as if she was waiting for a blow to fall.

“You are beautiful, Sara,” he assured her huskily. “And anyone who has told you otherwise is nothing but a fool!” he added harshly, having no intention of saying Bruce’s name and allowing the other man to intrude into their intimacy, while at the same time well aware that the other man had to be the reason for Sara’s insecurities about her body.” An idiot and a fool,” he repeated firmly. “And I intend to worship every delicious inch of you!”

Sara glowed, feeling beautiful under Simon’s admiring gaze. “Can I finish undressing you now…?”

Simon seemed to cease breathing for several seconds before nodding abruptly. “Please…” He stepped back.

Sara had never thought of herself as a femme fatale-but there was something deliciously wicked about slowly unbuckling the belt at Simon’s lean waist. The bulge pressed against the zip as she slowly lowered it to reveal black boxers beneath. Sara sank down onto her knees in front of him as he stepped out of his trousers.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Sara!” Simon reached out to tightly grip her shoulders. “I am not sure-”

“Oh, my…!” She had now stripped off those black boxers to reveal the heavy weight of his jutting arousal, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue before her head slowly lowered.

Simon gave a strangled gasp, his knees threatening to buckle as he felt the moist rasp of her tongue run the length of his shaft before slowly taking him fully into her mouth. It was torture. Agony. Of the most exquisite kind!

An exquisite ecstasy that he enjoyed for as long as he could without releasing.

“Next time, Sara!” he groaned between gritted teeth as he reluctantly pulled away from her. “Right now I need to be inside you, before I go quietly and completely insane!” He reached down to lift her before placing her against the covers and following her down onto the bed, his thigh draped across hers as he claimed those wickedly sensual lips with his own.

Simon claimed her mouth again and again as he cupped and caressed her breasts. Their passion was raised to fever-pitch, their pleasure even more so, before he pulled his lips from hers and once again claimed her nipples with his mouth, kissing and biting as Sara gasped her own pleasure.

Her skin felt like velvet as his hand caressed the curve of her hips, slipping beneath the silk material of her panties. His fingers sought and found her sensitive spot, and Sara’s response was instantaneous as he caressed that throbbing clitoris, before dipping one finger into the moistness of her channel and trailing that moisture over and around that fiercely pounding arousal in an ever-increasing rhythm.

He gave a low groan even as she purred deep in her throat, as she began to thrust her hips up and into that rhythm, her breathing becoming rapid and labored as her pleasure rose.

Had Sara ever known such hot, mindless pleasure before? She didn’t think so.

She felt truly beautiful in Simon’s arms as he had worshiped every inch of her, and her pleasure had spiraled out of control the moment she felt his mouth and tongue on her, her own movements instinctive as she rose up to meet those moist thrusts.

“Oh, God, Simon…!” She cried out her need as his hands moved up to cup her breasts, squeezing her nipples with just the right amount of pressure between pleasure and pain. The volcanic heat of her rapidly approaching climax was coursing through her like molten lava.

Simon looked down at her with hot and heavy eyes. “I want to taste you as you come…” He slid down the length of her body until he lay between her parted and silken thighs, claiming her with his lips.

“Simon!” Sara cried out as her pleasure intensified to an unbearable degree.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, and she closed her eyes as she gasped and trembled, her fingers curled like talons into the sheet beneath her as Simon refused to release her from that plateau until he had extracted and given every last vestige of pleasure.