He wasn’t sure his restraint could withstand the torment her supple body presented. A woman had never tested him as much as Sarah. She spoke to a primal part of him that he had worked so hard to suppress, bringing to the forefront the essence of a man he was afraid to be. Swallowing in an attempt to wet his suddenly dry mouth it took him a moment to gather his thoughts.
“Sarah?” His voice came out a husky mess causing him to wince. He didn’t want her to affect him this much. He didn’t want the feeling of warmth that was unfurling in his chest as the fact that she had done all of this for him registered, amping up his arousal. She had planned this seduction of his senses, wanted him to find her like this, open for him to devour. The thought sent a lightning bolt of heat to the groin causing his already painful erection to harden further.
He hadn’t realized he was moving until he stood directly over her. He watched in amazement as she regarded him with eyes made sleepy with arousal. Her tiny hand playing delicately with her collarbone stole his attention as the sensual movement made his teeth hurt with the urge to follow those fingers with his mouth, teeth, and tongue.
***
Sarah lay on the bed looking up at Falon, feeling more powerful than she ever had in her life. When she heard the door open, she felt a flutter of nerve in her belly as fears flashed through her brain, the image of him laughing at her attempt at erotically seductive at the forefront.
Then she saw him silhouetted in the door and all thoughts of fear fled as arousal hit her like a freight train. The idea of being on display for him was a stronger turn on than she expected. Seeing his eyes glitter in the candlelight as he took in the room then finally landed on the bed and more importantly her body wantonly spread across it.
When he growled her name, she felt her womb clench in primitive response. She wanted this man and the fact that she was the reason his chest rose and fell in shallow breaths and she was the cause of the impressive tent growing behind his zipper emboldened her.
She watched through lust-lowered lids as his nostrils flared and his gaze followed her hand along its slow journey across her collarbone. Watching him watch her had her skin tingling and a steady ache throbbing between her legs. She was trying desperately to keep her rebellious body in control when every fiber of her being was urging her to have his weight upon her.
“Are you sure about this?” Falon’s glittering eyes never left her exposed body. “You know my rules, Sarah, I’m leaving in a few weeks, and nothing is going to change that.”
She crawled to the edge of the bed and took hold of his tie. Two could play at this game, if he was going to try and distance himself from that was happening here she was going to make it as hard as she possibly could to do so. Reaching up and taking the end of his expensive silk tie in her hand, she began to slowly wrap it around her fist, drawing his face closer to hers. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
She barely had time to finish her whispered command before he was taking siege of her mouth, claiming it as his own and branding her forever. She dove into the sensations headfirst fully prepared to drown in the ecstasy she knew he could bring her.
Before she knew it, she was lying on her back ripping at his shirt in desperate need to feel his skin upon hers. His hands were tracing every inch of her as if trying to memorize her every dip and hollow while he frantically returned her kiss. Each thrust of his tongue had her hips bucking in an involuntary movement as old as time. Her body recognized its match and would settle for nothing less than his full invasion.
She let herself get lost in his expert hands for a moment, loving the feel of his lips and tongue tracing an erotic line from her lips down her jaw and throat. He was driving her crazy. When she finally ripped his shirt free of its buttons, forced it down his shoulders, and felt the shuddering response of his body to her touch, she pulled herself back to her senses.
She needed to take charge of this situation before he so expertly reduced her to a puddle of need. Pulling the tie that miraculously stayed around his neck over his head she wiggled out from under him, despite his growled protest.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she purred in response. “We’ve played by your rules long enough. It’s my turn.” She indicated that he lay on the bed. “Trust me.”
She held her breath as she watched her words clear some of the lust from his eyes. She knew she ran the risk of him ending things now with her words, but she needed to know if he would let her take the lead. He studied her for a moment before nodding once and lying rigidly upon the mattress.
Letting out a relieved sigh, she moved to straddle his hips and that impressive appendage that was straining to be released. Leaning down she let her lace-coved breasts rub his chest eliciting a hiss from them both.
“Good boy,” she whispered into his ear as she grabbed his hands and placed them on either side of his head on the pillow. “Keep them there or I’ll have to get creative with this tie of yours.”
She ran the silk tie down his chest to make her point and delighted as the rows of muscles there contracted at the contact. Following the cool fabric’s path with her lips, Sarah breathed him in. His warm, smooth skin under her fingers and mouth felt so right she nearly wept. As she moved lower, his stomach dipped in response to the abrasion of teeth and tongue. She couldn’t get enough of his taste.
His breath hitched anew when she snapped the button of his wool slacks and her intentions were made clear. His hips instinctively rose in acknowledgment allowing her to move the fabric and his boxer briefs below his hips. When his erection sprang free, she could only sit back on her heels and admire before taking him in her palm. Fascinated by the texture of velvet over steel, she teased him with her fingers before placing kisses to the hollow of his hips, moving closer to her destination.
She felt the bed shift and lifted her eyes to see his eyes screw shut tight in pleasure, holding the headboard like his life depended on it. Watching a bead of moisture form on the head of his erection, she supposed that it did. A secret smile danced across her lips before she lowered them and placed the first kiss to the straining flesh in her hand. Running her tongue along a bulging vein, she felt her own arousal heighten at his strangled groan. Taking him into her mouth was more sensual than she thought possible. She had never done this before but from the grinding of his hips and the grunts of pleasure she was certain she was doing something right.
“Enough.” Suddenly his hands were around her waist and hauling her up his body. “If your intention was to drive me crazy you’ve succeeded.”
Sarah was stunned by the unbanked heat she saw blazing in his eyes before he stole her breath in a kiss she was sure to recall well into old age. Falon made quick work of her minuscule lingerie and soon she felt his hands on all her needy places. Rebuilding the desire she had pushed back to bring him to the brink.
Moaning into his mouth, she thrust her hips into his hand as he increased the pressure of his talented fingers. His other hand tangling in her hair anchoring her head so he could devour her. This is what she had been missing from their previous lovemaking, this sense of his urgency that if he didn’t have her he would cease to exist.
She let herself get lost in the feelings he was creating, enjoying the ride up the mountain of sensations. She felt the pressure build and knew if she didn’t stop him she would fall over that edge and into the stars and she wanted to take him along.
Breaking the kiss she pulled his hands back to the pillow. “Tut, tut. Do I need to make good on my threat,” she breathed against his heated skin.