A REASON FOR MARRIAGE

Before Sara could gather her fractured thoughts and steady her breathing he lowered his head and his mouth closed over her nipple. She let out a long moan somewhere between torture and heaven as he drew it into the hot cavern of his mouth and suckled.

This felt so right-as if they had been transported back in time.

A tiny sliver of rationality seeped into Sara’s head and woke her from her sensual trance. She became aware of the fact that she was pinned against the wall, and she was making out hotly with the best man at her brother’s reception! She struggled to get herself together, battling a fierce desire to just give in.

“No…no, Simon. Stop.” Her hands were on his arms, pushing him back. “You can’t make love to me here,”

After a long moment he lifted his head, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, eyes glittering, but he didn’t let go of her. Sara knew she wasn’t much more composed. She dropped her hands.

“I wasn’t going to make love to you,” He said, his voice raw.

Sara was still trembling, “Then what… What were you -”

She was unable to finish her sentence… She couldn’t… Because his hands had moved lower, were lifting up her gown, and his fingers were rubbing against her clit through her panties! Sara couldn’t breathe.

“Simon….!” she gasped.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Shut up!” he rasped, staring deeply into her eyes and holding her hostage with his.

She had to try again, “Simon…”

His hands grabbed the lace and pulled it to one side, his fingers immediately parting her folds and rubbing against her wet clit, “I said. Shut. Up,”

The direct contact with her clit made Sara shut up then, because now she couldn’t even find her voice. His thumb circled over her clitoris. Sara lost herself in the feeling of his finger, in and out, slowly and steadily, and the pad of his thumb, applying more pressure and increasing the friction, flicking over her clit while, adding more elements to the rising heat that had her spiraling, burning, reaching for something that was so desperately close.

She watched helplessly as he slowly lowered himself to his knees, tipping his head back to continue to meet her gaze.

“You deserve to be worshiped.” He swept his lips across her stomach. “And I want to taste you.” Another sweep, but over the top of her sex. Heat coiled tight, and her core clenched at the tantalizing caress. Big, elegant hands brushed up her calves, her thighs, and then she ceased thinking at all.

“Simon,” she cried out, fisting his hair, trying to pull him away or tug him closer-she didn’t know. Couldn’t decide. Not when pleasure unlike anything she’d ever experienced struck her with great bolts of lightning. Damn, his lips, his tongue… They were voracious. Feasting on her, leaving no part of her unexplored, untouched. Long, luxurious swirls, decadent and wicked laps and sucks… He drove her insane with pleasure.

He inhaled her, breathed across her, amazed at the softness of the curls against his lips, looking delicate and so pretty. He spread her wider, hooking her leg over one of his wide shoulders, granting himself easier access. Like a ravenous beast, he growled against her sensitive, wet sex, and the vibration shoved her closer to the edge of release.

“Simon!”

“Hmmmm” he answered, sending more hot vibrations against her throbbing clit. Her tunneling her fingers through his hair. Holding on tight.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” he rasped, nuzzling her, and with one palm molded to her behind, he dragged the other up the inside of her spread thighs.

Then he was filling her. Two fingers plunged inside her, and like a match struck to dry kindling, she sparked, flared, exploded into flames. Her hips bucked wildly, but he never withdrew the hand, two fingers pushing deep within her now and the pad of his thumb pressing harder, moving faster, stronger, his tongue lapping faster against her clit, pushing her to the edge, pushing her…

Sara’s heels bore down, her hips surged forward, pressing her clit harder against his mouth as her vagina pulsed fiercely around his fingers, and she spun out of control.

Dimly, she caught his rough encouragement of “That’s it, baby. That’s it.”

She loosened a hand from his hair and clapped it over her lips, muffling her cries as she came against his mouth, her hips rolling and jerking. Raw, dirty ecstasy, stripped to its barest essentials. That’s who she’d become in this moment as he lapped up every evidence of her desire from her flesh, from the insides of her thighs.

“Please,” she begged, weakly pushing his head away as he circled her with tender but relentless strokes. “Simon, please…. I can’t.”

“That’s nothing but a challenge to me,” he rumbled, standing, his mouth damp. But when he lowered his head and took her lips in a torrid kiss that replicated how he’d just consumed her, she didn’t back away from the flavor of herself on his lips and tongue. No, she opened wider to him, turned on so bright it ached.

Palming the back of her thighs, he hiked her in the air. On reflex she wound her legs around his waist. The bump of her swollen, sensitive core against his stomach, that recently satiated heat flickered back to life, and she moaned with each caress.

“Simon,” she breathed against his ear, her cheeks flushed and her heart beating fast. “Oh, Simon,”

“I want you,” he whispered fiercely into her ear as he lowered her back to her feet, and guided her hand to lie over the achingly hard ridge in his pants. “Feel how much I want you, Sara. Come home with me tonight,”

And she wanted him, too. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t keep this up…For her own good, “I… I… I can’t …” The words stumbled out of her mouth.

Through the dark, erotic mists of his desire came her unsteady voice of reason. At first he tried to ignore it-but something at its very heart made Simon still and pull away from her, to stare down into the flushed confusion of her face. His heart was thundering so powerfully he could barely think, let alone speak.

“You think that it is right to deny me pleasure now that you have taken your own? Is that right?” he asked.

Dumbly, she shook her head.