Sweet Surrender

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She traced the lines of his six-pack then followed the path of the line of hair leading from his chest down to his navel.

“Watch it,” he growled, when her hand dipped lower.

She giggled and jumped when he smacked her on the ass.

“If you’re done playing, let’s get out of here,” he said as he reached for the knobs to turn the water off.

They dried off together, though he did most of the work. When he was finished, he tossed the towel aside and swatted her playfully on the behind.

“In the bedroom. On the bed. ”

She didn’t waste any time. She turned and hurried out of the bathroom and crawled onto the bed to wait.

He sauntered out a moment later and stood watching her as she propped herself up on her elbow. His legs were slightly spread, and his cock was semierect. In a word, he looked perfect.

Gorgeous. Hard. Lean. Like a predator. All man. All hers.

He walked slowly to the bed where she lay. He put his hand on her leg and let it glide over the curve of her hip. With a firm push, he nudged her over on her back.

The bed dipped as he crawled onto the mattress with her. He hovered over her, looking down with his intense gaze. He lowered his head and kissed her belly.

“I’ve waited long enough to taste you,” he said as he backed down her body.

He gripped her hips then slid his hands around to her ass until he cupped the globes in his palms. Then he worked his hands down until they gripped the backs of her thighs. He rotated his hands until they rested on top of her legs, inches from her pussy. Then he slowly spread her thighs.

He pushed outward and then up, forcing her knees to bend. She closed her eyes and dug her fingers into the covers at her sides. His mouth was so close to her clit. If he so much as breathed on her, she’d come.

She ached, she pulsed. Every part of her body tingled like a sparkler spitting in fourteen directions.

With one finger, he parted her folds. Then he added another finger as he held them apart.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. “Pink and so feminine. Soft. I bet you taste just as sweet as you look. ”

She shuddered and arched her hips, wanting more, wanting him.

Then he licked her. Her eyes flew open, and her head jerked upward as his tongue swiped across her entrance and upward to her clit.

Every muscle in her body tensed then spasmed as if her brain no longer had any control over their movements.

“Mmm, I was right. You taste delicious,” he purred.

“Oh God,” she gasped.

He lapped at her again, and she clenched her teeth as a bolt of exquisite pleasure rocked her core. She needed more, just a little harder.

But he seemed to realize just how close she was and just how much it would take to send her over the edge, because he held back. Light, teasing, he licked and nibbled along her tender flesh.

She moaned and twisted restlessly beneath him.

He raised his head to look at her. “I can see I’m going to have to tie you down if I have any hope of keeping you still. ”

Oh, he knew what effect that statement would have on her. She could see the smug light in his eyes when her nipples puckered and a shiver racked her body.

He lowered his head again and gently sucked her clit into his mouth. She tried not to move. God, she tried. But when he started sucking rhythmically, she lost all control.

She arched into him and was shocked to hear herself begging. Had she opened her mouth? She was close. So close. She needed…

He released the sensitive nub and licked his way downward until he rimmed her entrance with his tongue. She crumpled back to the bed as her urgency diminished from her almost orgasm.

All too soon, it started mounting again as he tongued her opening. Tension began rising in her groin. Her pelvis tightened. Her stomach clenched.

Her hands curled into fists, gathering the sheets with them. She squeezed her eyes shut as his featherlight caresses met her most sensitive regions over and over.

Almost…almost.

He raised his head, and she cried out in disappointment as he left her hanging. One touch. It was all she needed. Her hand automatically went to her pussy, needing something to catapult her over the top. But he gripped her hand and chuckled softly.

“Oh no, Faith. Not yet. This is about me, remember? And I’m very much enjoying myself. ”

She sighed in frustration.

He kissed the skin of her pelvis just above the nest of blond curls. From there, he kissed a line up her belly until he positioned his body between her spread legs.

Still in no hurry, he bent and lazily ran his tongue around one nipple then turned to the other and gave it equal attention.

She hummed in contentment. She loved to have her nipples stimulated. His teeth grazed the sensitive point and then he nipped harder, causing her to cry out as a burst of pleasure exploded in her belly.

He sucked the tip into his mouth and worked it back and forth, tugging it with his teeth then soothing it with a swipe of his tongue.

He captured her other nipple between his fingers as he continued to suck. He plucked at the stiff peak then pinched it between his thumb and middle finger. Then he rolled it and tweaked it again.

She was gasping for air when his mouth finally left her breasts and moved up to capture her mouth. He settled his thick cock between her legs as he kissed her with an intensity that bordered on violent.

He sucked the breath right from her lungs. She burned. She ached. She’d never experienced such volatile passion.

Her pussy cupped his erection, and no matter how much she shifted and arched, she couldn’t position him so that she could take him into her body.

He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her eyes, her neck. He nipped at her earlobes in turns, and then he sank his teeth into the curve of her neck, and she let out a wail.

She was desperate for him. On fire. Out of control. And still, he was tender, fierce, controlling and dominant. It was a combination she’d never experienced.

Finally, finally, he reached between them and positioned his cock at her opening. He propped himself up on one elbow and gazed down at her, his eyes awash with things she couldn’t begin to describe.

The head breached her opening, and she closed her eyes as he began to work himself into her body. Slowly. Reverently almost. He was thick. He was hard. He stretched her until she wondered how much she could possibly take. And still he pressed on.

Tears streamed down her face as he patiently took his time, his hips arching forward. He gathered her upper body in his arms, cradling her to him as he finally came to a stop deep within her pussy.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered. “You fit me like a glove. Made for me. Only me. ”

He trailed tender kisses from her ear, up her jaw to her lips. His mouth slid down her neck, sucking and licking at her pulse points.

She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers spread over his tightly bunched muscles. His hips rocked forward, retreating only to slide forward again.

How could he be so utterly gentle and yet bristle with so much power and command? It seemed inexplicable to her, and yet with every thrust, with every touch, caress, kiss, he made her feel cherished, protected, loved.

He planted his forearms on either side of her head as he held his weight off her body. They fit like two complementing puzzle pieces. He was wedged tightly between her legs, and he brushed his fingers over her cheeks, smoothing away the damp tendrils of her hair.

He gazed down at her, his eyes seeming to absorb every facet of her. There was an odd mixture of tenderness and raw possession in his expression. She reached up to cup his face, and he closed his eyes as her fingers feathered over his cheekbone.

When he opened them again, need glittered, bright, unrelenting. He flexed his hips, driving deeper. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said.

She hooked her ankles around his waist, and he slid his hands down her body to cup her ass. He thrust harder. His hips pressed into the backs of her thighs as he worked himself deeper.

He closed his eyes as if in the throes of the sweetest agony. Her orgasm lurked. She was on the fringes of a slow-building hurricane. She’d been up the peak, to the edge so many times and been backed away. Now she wouldn’t be denied.

He picked up his pace and the slap of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. She curled her hands around his neck, twining her fingers together at his nape. She held on for dear life.

“Please don’t stop,” she whispered.

“No, love, not this time,” he said. “Let go. I’ll catch you. I’ve got you. ”

His words sent her the final distance. Her heart lurched at the tender endearment. Her body exploded in a million different directions. For once, her heart and her mind were in unison with her body. Never had she felt so complete. So satisfied. So content. So convinced that this was where she was supposed to be.

Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks as every single muscle in her body tightened unbearably. And finally her release flooded her, relaxing the tension. She floated, weightless, cradled in his arms.

She became aware of him kissing her ear and murmuring soothing words. And then he tensed against her. He began thrusting impatiently into her, as if he couldn’t get deep enough fast enough.

He whispered her name just as he collapsed onto her body. She gathered him to her, loving the feel of his weight, his heartbeat against her chest.

For a long moment, he lay there, breathing raggedly in her ear. Then he propped himself up and kissed her lingeringly.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked gruffly when he pulled away.

She smiled and caressed his hard jaw with her hand. “You were perfect. ”

“There you go looking at me like that again. ” He flexed his hips, sliding his still-hard cock against the walls of her pussy.

He eased off of her, sliding out of her body in a warm rush of fluid.

“Let me get a towel,” he said. “Stay right there. ”

She watched as he walked naked to the bathroom. There was such confidence in his stride. No arrogance. No fake swagger. Just the walk of a man who was supremely confident.

She closed her eyes and relived his lovemaking. Her body was sated. A warm, sleepy glow surrounded her. Ultimate contentment. Pleasure.

The bed dipped again, and he gently spread her legs and pressed the towel to her still quivering flesh. She pried her eyes open to see him watching her.

He tossed the towel aside and climbed up beside her. “I love the look of a well-satisfied woman,” he murmured as he pulled her into his arms. “There’s no bigger rush for a man than to know he’s responsible for putting that kind of look on a woman’s face. ”

She snuggled into his chest and wished to hell she could purr like a cat. He wrapped both arms around her and positioned her head on his shoulder. His hand smoothed down her back until he cupped her bottom possessively.

“Get some sleep,” he whispered.

She yawned, only too willing to follow his dictate. As she drifted off, he folded one leg over hers, and she dimly registered that there wasn’t one part of her body that he wasn’t wrapped around in some manner.

She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

CHAPTER 32

In the hazy world between asleep and awake, Faith hovered, content and lethargic. Warm hands glided over her chest then gripped her shoulders. Her eyes flew open just as she flipped over and her face met the pillow.

Both hands were pulled behind her until they met at the small of her back. Gray held them in one hand, and then she felt the rasp of rope coiling around her wrists.

Her heart thudded against the mattress, and her breath came in shallow spurts as she struggled to process what was happening.

When his hands left her wrists, she pulled experimentally, but the rope held tight. She turned her cheek to the pillow and tried to relax, but the excitement stirring in her veins kept her tense with anticipation.

Firm hands kneaded and massaged her buttocks. Her legs were spread, and she was exposed. Her ass, her pussy. And she was helpless against whatever he wanted to do.

She closed her eyes and panted as an adrenaline rush like she’d never experienced crashed through her body.

Where would he take her? Her pussy? Her ass? Just the idea of him taking her so primitively had her skating precariously close to release.

Her question was answered when he lifted her just enough that he slid into her quivering pussy. She moaned as he pressed into her, stuffing every inch of his cock into her tight passage.

He leaned over her, placing his hands on either side of her head. His body covered her as his hips arched into her ass. His tight belly brushed against her bound hands as he worked his cock back and forth into her body.

His mouth brushed against her ear. “Tell me, Faith, has anyone ever fucked your ass?” he whispered. “Would I be your first?”

Tiny little goose bumps dotted her arms. “Yes,” she panted.

“Yes, what?”

“You would be the first,” she said in a low voice.

His hips rocked forward, thrusting hard and urgent into her. He made a sound of satisfaction as he nipped at her ear.

“Do you want me to fuck your ass?” he asked. “Does the idea of something so naughty and forbidden turn you on?”