Free Deep Surrendering by Chelsea M. Cameron

Naturally. Pick one and only use it if you want me to stop. Make sure it’s a word you wouldn’t normally say during sex.” He had clearly done this before. I tried not to think about how many times and with whom. This was what he’d warned me about.
    “Have you chosen your safeword?” I was trying to think of one while simultaneously trying not to notice that I was completely topless and straddling a man I’d known for less than a week.
    “I’m thinking,” I said. “You should have told me about this a few hours ago. I can’t just come up with one on the spot.”
    He stared at me.
    “What?”
    “Nothing, just…” And he buried his face in my chest again, his body shaking. What was happening? Then a sound escaped.
    “Are you laughing?”
    He lifted his head and there was the goofy guy who had handed me a rubber duck. My apprehension about giving myself to him sexually lessened a bit.
    “This is not a laughing matter. This is serious. I have to pick the right safeword. It’s an important thing,” I said.
    “And what would you know about safewords, sweet Marisol?” His hands moved up and pinched my nipples again. He was trying to distract me.
    “Maybe I’m not as sweet as you think I am?” In truth, Chloe had lent me a popular romance novel that had mentioned them.
    “Oh no, I think you’re every bit as sweet as I think you are. Maybe even sweeter. Ripe for the plucking.” Did I want to be plucked? I was supposed to be deciding on my safeword. I looked around my apartment for inspiration and my eyes found the bottle with the lilacs in it.
    “Lilac,” I said.
    “Lilac is your safeword.”
    “Yes.”
    He smiled again. “Excellent choice. Do you understand that you can use that word anytime I push you too far? And that you’re not scared to use it with me?”
    “I understand.”
    “Good. Now. I’m going to undress you.” He moved me off his lap and laid me on the couch next to him before turning and lying across me.
    “I could take you in the bedroom, but I want you here. So I’m going to take you here.” I nodded, my breath coming quick again.
    He slid down my body and started pulling my leggings down. I watched his face as he uncovered me, pulling down my underwear with the leggings until I was completely exposed.
    “I love a natural girl,” he said. Rory had tried to talk me into getting waxed, but I was uncomfortable about a woman I didn’t know going near my vagina with hot wax.
    Fin removed my leggings and tossed them aside. I shivered, but not because I was cold. I was waiting. For what, I didn’t know.
    He moved back up to my mouth and smoothed back my hair.
    “I’m going to make sure you enjoy this. Promise.” He kissed my forehead so softly, then the tip of my nose, both cheeks, my chin, and then the corners of my lips. It was terribly frustrating.
    “This is all part of it, Marisol. The anticipation.”
    Sure, okay. I tried to be patient as he gave me feather-light kisses on my lips, pulling away as soon as I tried to kiss him back.
    “Stop that,” he said sharply, and my eyes flew open. The guy who had laughed at my safeword deliberation was gone again. He moved away from my lips, to my neck where he nipped and sucked his way down to my collarbone. I pushed against him, moving my hands up the back of his head to his hair, twisting it around my fingers.
    “Since this is your first time, I’ll go easy on you. But usually I don’t allow women to touch me unless I say so.” What? Was he serious?
    “Why?”
    “Don’t ask questions,” he snapped before kissing between my breasts and going back to my nipples. That was definitely the surest way to shut me up. As his mouth worked my upper half, one of his hands skimmed lower, moving between my thighs.
    “You might be sweet, but you definitely want this. I can feel how wet you are already.” His thumb rubbed my clit while his other fingers plunged inside me.
    I gasped in surprise as his fingers filled me.
    “Don’t