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

strange, perhaps magnificently so. There was a large vein that ran along the underside; it pulsed as she watched and she felt a consuming desire to reach out and touch it. It seemed to beat with a life of its own.
    The skin looked like velvet, but judging by how it had felt within her it could not be so soft. Could it?
    She bent forward.
    “Would you like to taste it?”
    Her eyes bulged. She’d been prepared to touch it, but to taste it?
    “It would bring me great pleasure if you took it in your mouth,” Jonathan continued.
    She licked her lips, considered.
    One of his hands dropped and he stroked himself, pulling the skin tight. His cock stretched and grew. “There are few greater pleasures for a man than fucking a woman’s mouth.”
    Really? She’d never heard of such a thing. And would it fit? She supposed it would, it had certainly fit well between her legs. “I don’t know how.”
    “Then why not learn? I can do most of the work. All you have to do is promise to keep your teeth away.”
    That she could do, but still…“I am not sure.”
    “Why don’t you just give me a little lick and see.”
    That would not be so bad. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against it.
    It was soft, even softer than it had looked—at least the skin was; underneath it was definitely not soft. Was there a bone in the thing? How else could it be so firm and strong?
    Her mouth slid over the silken skin.
    His whole body tensed, his thighs jerking.
    She moved again. Once more his body responded.
    He really did like this.
    Opening her lips, she let her tongue dart out.
    He…spasmed. It was not the word she would have chosen, but she could think of no other word to describe how his body tightened and released.
    She did it again. A deep, guttural groan echoed.
    Opening her mouth, she ran her tongue along the entire length.
    “God, you are killing me,” he growled.
    This was rather fun. “I think I am ready to try. I am ready to have you fuck my mouth.” Her innards quivered as she said the dirty words. She’d never felt so daring.
    “Then part your lips and just hold still,” he replied, his voice low and entrancing. “It may frighten you a little, feel slightly suffocating, but I promise it will all be fine.” He stroked her cheek.
    Filling her lungs, she opened her mouth. He placed a hand on each cheek and then tilted her face slightly. Their eyes met and held as he slowly eased forward.
    The tip slid in. Her tongue slid against it. Jonathan paused, that little spasm taking him again.
    He slid farther, easing in.
    She swallowed, suddenly unsure.
    “Shh, just relax, my dear. Keep your throat loose.” His words rang with strain, but his eyes told her of his delight in her.
    Forcing her face to calm, she tried to do as he asked.
    He slipped deeper. It was hard to breathe, but warmth grew in her belly as she watched his expression.
    He pulled out. She sucked in air.
    He pushed in deep and hard.
    Out. Another breath.
    Far in. Almost choking.
    And yet…as she watched his face, felt his body move, and understood the power, the passion of what she did, she felt only joy. This was a gift, a gift he might never fully understand, but it was something she could do, a way to repay the pain she had caused him in the past.
    Her chin rose up further, granting him greater access, and opening greater airflow. Glide. In. Out. In. Out.
    Tense her cheeks. Relax.
    She was getting the hang of this.
    Her gaze stayed on his face, watching the strain and rapture.
    Her own body grew needy as she watched. His passion became her passion, his need her need. A slow steady sizzle began between her thighs and rose. Her breasts grew heavy, her heartbeat fast.
    He picked up the pace, moving faster and faster. His hands gripping her cheeks, holding her steady.
    She longed to move, to set the pace, to tease and tantalize.
    It was hard to breathe again, but she did not mind. She was doing this for him. And he was loving it, loving her. Exultation filled