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

an easy thing,” she said.
    “I know. You are being very brave. Brave and beautiful.” His eyes repeated the message of his words.
    And then they dropped lower, staring at that place she had so bravely revealed.
    He bent forward and blew softly. Her entire body jerked in response.
    “Can you touch yourself for me? Right there.” He blew again, aiming at the spot that centered all the feelings of her body.
    Watching the enrapt look on his face, Sarah slowly moved her hand—and pulled it back almost instantly.
    That was too much. Simply too much. She’d never felt anything like the bolt of lightning that shot through her at the merest brush. And yet her fingers moved back, moved without thought.
    Her body twitched and jerked. It was more than she could take.
    Was it pleasure? Was it pain? The feeling filled her every time she brushed over the little nub.
    Whatever it was, it was indescribable and she wanted it again—and yet each touch only increased the need, coiled her tighter.
    “That’s your clitoris, your clit,” Jonathan said in a voice of remarkable calm. “There are a dozen other names for it, but I’ve always been one for proper usage.”
    He did not look as calm as his voice. Sweat began to mark his brow, and a deep flush had risen on his face. When he raised his eyes back to hers, his pupils were so large as to almost fill the irises.
    It was becoming hard to breathe again, and every time she brushed that spot—her clitoris—what breath she had gathered whooshed out.
    His eyes dropped down again, his whole being focused between her legs. Each time she jerked, his body twitched. Then his hands were sliding down her legs, pausing at that tender spot at the apex of her thighs. And then his hands were over hers, covering them, replacing them.
    He held her firmly, allowing no escape. At first he only brushed lightly, avoiding those places she most needed to be touched, but with each move he drew closer, until his thumb brushed over her clit. Her whole body rose, the sensations of the wide tips and calluses more than she could bear. He pressed again and again, giving and releasing pressure.
    A low, guttural sound leaked from her lips.
    She was there, so close to
there
.
    Her head wrenched from side to side.
    Now. She needed it now.
    “Look at me, Sarah.” There was no mistaking the command.
    With difficulty she forced her eyes to focus.
    “I am going to take you now. It will probably hurt, but there is no moment better than this, when your body weeps for me. I will try to go slow, try to be gentle, but I do not know if I can contain myself. I am too far gone.”
    As his words penetrated, her eyes widened and dropped to that place between them.
    He was huge. It would never fit. It was impossible.
    And then before she could tense up, she felt him against her, pressing, seeking.
    His thumb, still on her clit, moved.
    He pressed forward, and she felt her body give. Then he stopped.
    His eyes locked with hers, holding her soul captive. And with a quick thrust he jerked forward.
    Pain. This time there was no doubt. It hurt. It stung. It…
    His thumb stroked and stroked again, setting a firm pattern. The tingles moved through her.
    She was full, so full.
    It was so strange.
    And then, as the pain lessened, something else began, something small that grew and grew, melding with the lightning bolts of his thumb’s every stroke.
    God. She’d never felt like this. Never imagined this.
    She was going to burst apart, to splinter.
    It was too much. Much too much—and then she met his eyes. They caught her and held her in that moment.
    The world slowed, stopped, froze.
    Here. Now. There was nothing else.
    Jonathan. It had always been Jonathan and now it seemed it always would be.
    She could feel him move within her, feel his flesh glide against hers. She smelled the musk of their bodies together, knew the velvet of his skin, the strength of his body, but none of it was as powerful as the look in his eyes, the look