Sarah's Surrender (Novella) by Lavinia Kent Page A

here by the fire. “It can wait a bit.”
    “But I don’t want to wait, my dear.”
    Something was wrong. She wasn’t quite sure what, but the Jonathan who addressed her now was not the one she’d been with when she’d fallen asleep. Even the way he said “my dear” had shifted. Before she’d believed the words, believed they held some murmur of affection. Now they sounded cold, indifferent, the way one might address an elderly aunt one did not care for at all. She shook her head lightly, trying to clear it.
    “Don’t you want to learn the secrets of the male body?”
    If it was his body she did. Pushing up on one elbow, she stared up at him. And up. And up. Gads, the man was tall.
    Tall and muscular. How did he hide those ripples under his clothing? The hills and valleys of his stomach alone deserved to be mapped. Perhaps she should undertake the task. Her mouth watered at the thought of touching him, of tasting him. Could she kiss him there, there where hip met leg, a long lean ripple of muscle? And what of the curve of his arm? Surely that deserved exploration. And his tight brown nipples, were they as sensitive as her own?
    Finally, she allowed her eyes to look there, to look at his—his penis. She did know that word. She was not uneducated, ill informed. Well, she hadn’t known the word for her clitoris, hadn’t really known of its existence, but she did know what men had.
    And she was distracting herself. Much as she wanted to, it was hard to look at the thing. Why was she acting like a child? Jonathan’s penis had been inside her body, why was she dithering now?
    She locked her eyes on it and considered. It was rather large. It was hard to believe it had fit. And it seemed to be getting larger by the moment.
    How did the thing work? Did Jonathan control when it did that? And did it change color also? It seemed much darker, richer in color than it had a moment ago. It was almost purple now. And it shone slightly particularly near the tip. She bent forward intent on her study. It was very different from the baby’s penis she’d seen once years ago. This was a whole different thing.
    “Do you like my cock?” Jonathan’s words rumbled from his chest.
    It could be called a cock, too. She’d heard that word murmured enough times to have no doubt. It was a much better word than penis. “I am still deciding. It is rather strange looking.”
    Jonathan muffled a laugh. “Only you would admit such a thing, Sarah.”
    “Well, don’t you think it’s strange?”
    He paused as if considering, “No, I don’t think it strange, but then it’s been there as long as I can remember, and I daresay before that.”
    “I suppose that’s true. I would probably find feet and toes strange if I’d never seen them before. Can I look at it closer?” She ducked her head as she said the last, appalled that the words had sprung from her lips. He seemed more like the old Jonathan and she didn’t wish to do anything that would change that.
    “I was hoping you would say that. I did ask if you wanted to learn the secrets of the male body.”
    He had, hadn’t he? Yes, she would rather like to understand more. “What are you thinking?”
    “Come kneel on this stool and I will demonstrate.” He pointed to a stool he’d positioned near the fire.
    With only slight trepidation, she complied. She glanced about for something to wrap about her naked body and then shrugged the thought off. She’d undoubtedly only end up naked again and the room was warm. It was odd to be unclothed, but not unpleasant. And anything was worth inciting that look in Jonathan’s eyes. Placing her knees upon the stool, she looked up at him, lips parted.
    He took a step toward her, and then another. His cock was now close to her face. She certainly could study it more closely. And it was easier to stare at it than to look up at Jonathan. If she didn’t look at him, she could release her feelings of being self-conscious.
    The thing really was quite