Sara stiffened. Nigel had been the only man she ever slept with. The memory of her wedding night sent a shudder through her, Darius pulling slightly back from her. “Do I repulse you Sara?”, as a small half-laugh left him, his eyes flicked over her features. She did not dare to meet his eyes. How could she tell him that her only experience of sex had been with a man who thought only of his own pleasure. The memory of her wedding night sent yet another tremor through her. Drunk from the reception, he climbed into bed with a nervous Sara, her expectations of romance and passion crushed as he fell over her and pushed himself deeply into her unprepared body. It was a traumatic and painful experience and her tears angered him, the rest of their sexual life as a married couple no better.
His finger gently ran down her spine, again making Sara jump, confused as her whole body reacted at this slightest of touches. Being with Nigel had been torturous, Sara hating every moment he laid a hand on her, yet just one touch from Darius was sending all kinds of electric jolts throughout her, heat pooling deep within her belly. The realisation hit her that she wanted him to keep touching her, to do so much more, revulsion filling her at her own reaction to this man. “I feel nothing for you”, she muttered, the lie leaving her lips as he gave a small chuckle.
“Well...good job that I have so many feelings for you my heartless little beauty” Once more he pulled her harder into himself, taking her mouth with his, his kiss demanding. As her vain attempts of escape stopped, his kiss became softer, his tongue sliding along the seam of her mouth gently demanding entrance. As hers clamped tightly shut against his, Darius changed tack, his hands pulled her against his groin where Sara felt the hardness of him against her, the feel of him so aroused affecting her ability to hold back. To her eternal shame she felt her lips open, giving him the entry he sought, his tongue sliding against hers, a tremor passing through her as her arms slid around his neck.
His fingers pushed the small thin straps of the teddy from her shoulder, his mouth dropping to kiss along the length of her creamy skin, his thumb brushed against the heightened nub, a moan leaving her lips at the soft touch. Sara felt him pause, pulling back slightly as she whimpered, her fingers grasping at him, her body moved against him harder. “Don’t stop”, her mouth begged, grinding her hips harder against his, his return moan flooding her with a need that was shocking to Sara, her hands, as though with a will of their own, slid under the elasticized waistband of his pants.
His masculine hiss and low growl only heightened her need for him, as her hand caressed the swell of his bottom, Darius yanking her in harder against himself.
“Now what happened to my little ice-maiden?” his voice drawled against her neck, his breathing as ragged as hers before his mouth descended. This time his arms moved to lift her as he strode purposefully to the bed, laying her on the softness, his weight joining her. Sara groaned as his mouth found hers, the sound turned to a gasp as his fingers slid between her legs. Writhing uncontrollably, he flipped the snaps with a lack of haste that was driving her crazy. She wanted him to touch her, to feel her excitement, his movements skimming the already wet heat of her sending all new kinds of tremors through her body. As she moved her hips higher, an uncontrollable action betraying her need, his mouth kissed along her cheek and curved into a smile as it descended to her neck, his tongue licking the fleshy lobe of her ear. “Soon little Sara...soon”
She wanted to die knowing that he understood how much she wanted him. So much for holding back, not being an active participant in his blackmail. Sara hated herself, her insides cringing even as they pooled with such intensity. “I hate you”, she muttered with vehemence even as her own hands moved to slide against the front of his pants, the tented material a clear indication that she was not the only one aroused.
His small chuckle was lost as his finger slid against the wetness of her, sliding deep within her body, a loud gasp wrenched from her even as his head dipped to nip the heightened nipple through the thin material of the teddy she wore.
“Oh God”, her panted words, as her hand wrapped around the length of him over the silk material rewarded by the guttural moan that was ripped from his throat, Italian words spilling from him. Just as suddenly as his fingers had penetrated her he removed them, Sara only just managing to stop herself from begging him not to, the moan full of her disappointment. He however rose, and flipping the straps from the main part of the lingerie, grasped it with both hands dragging it down her body. He moved down her as he pulled the skimpy material down her legs, leaving Sara completely naked as he knelt at her feet.#p#分页标题#e#