A REASON FOR MARRIAGE

She was in a sensual land that she’d never thought she’d experience. She’d heard other women talk of lust and chemical attraction, and had always secretly disbelieved them or thought it was overrated. Ever since she’d met Simon…she knew.

She could sense his growing impatience as he pulled the shirt off her completely until it fell at her feet, a pool of black. She jerked, anticipation lasering through her veins as he stared longingly at her naked nody. Then he bent his head and blew softly and enticed, before flicking out his tongue to taste and then drawing that tight, extended peak into his mouth. Sara’s head fell back. She couldn’t stop the moan, and wondered at this woman she didn’t recognise.

As Simon suckled, a tight spiral of intense sensation connected directly with Sara’s groin. She found herself pressing closer, seeking, wanting more, arching her back. He was torturing her with his mouth. She couldn’t breathe. He reached down, lifted one leg and hooked it around his thigh. His other hand was on the leg that was barely able to keep her standing.

His fingers moved around to cup the cheek of her bottom before slipping his hand between her legs. She stopped breathing entirely for a long moment as he slid his finger into her, into a caress so intimate that she would have closed her legs if she’d been able to. He was relentless, his mouth on her breasts, his finger sliding in and out, until finally, as if he’d been teasing her, he found the center of where she throbbed unmercifully and, with one flick of his thumb, she came violently. She could only cling to him as the sensation ripped through her body in case she’d be swept away too.

Her leg fell, and she gave a huge sigh of relief, and then yelped as Simon lifted her into his arms against his chest.

“Time to go somewhere more comfortable, I think. Much as I could take you standing against that wall right now, I’ll resist the temptation.”

She buried her head in his shoulder as he climbed the stairs and shouldered his way into his room. A part of her wanted nothing more than that carnality, but another part of her was grateful that he was being so considerate.

He looked down at her briefly, his face tight with need. “Is this OK, Sara? No more regrets?”

She nodded. She knew one thing for sure now. “Yes.”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

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Sara woke to a delicious sensation of someone running a finger up and down her bare spine in a tingling caress. Simon. Warmth flooded her even as she registered aches and pleasurable pains all over her body. She opened one eye to see him smiling at her, looking clean, vital and very awake. He smelt fresh, delicious. And sexy. Heat flooded her belly.

The previous night came back in Technicolor: the pathetic fight she’d put up before giving in, the amount of times they’d made love, the amount of times she’d reached ecstasy because of him.

He bent his head and his mouth hovered near her ear. “No regrets and no recriminations. We agreed, remember?”

Sara turned her face into the pillow so he wouldn’t see her blushing. She just nodded into the pillow. She heard a soft, sexy chuckle and then felt a playful swat on her bottom. The bed dipped and she could feel him standing up.

“Come on; I’ll make you breakfast,”

Sara lifted her head with a squeak. “Hmmmm, breakfast…” She cursed under her breath as went to get up, and realized that she had no cover, as she couldn’t put on her bridesmaids gown from the previous day. She was stuck.

Simon stood between her and the door from where she could get to the bathroom. She was not ready to parade around naked in broad daylight. He watched, amused, as she pulled the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around her before getting up and trailing it after her.

Before she was clear of him, he caught her and pulled her against him. He pressed a hot kiss to her mouth. “Take the sheet for now, but I’ll have you walking around naked in no time.”

“Never…”

He kissed her again, and suddenly the vortex was opening up around them, and in a small amount of time Sara knew she would be saying yes to anything, even going to work naked. But then he drew back, showing her that ultimately he was in control, whereas she was not. He pushed her gently towards the bathroom.

Under the powerful spray of her shower, Sara hugged her arms around herself and gave into the stream of images. She groaned out loud as she remembered one moment, half in mortification, half in a state of arousal, even now. Simon had been poised above her, skin gleaming, slick with sweat, his erection nudging her moist entrance. As if he’d been testing her again, he’d waited until her nerves had been screaming for release. She’d arched up to him, willing him to impale her, but he’d waited until she’d brokenly begged him. And then he’d slid into her slowly, deeply.

With a curt flick of her wrist Sara turned the shower to cold and endured it for a minute. Anything to dampen her flaming hormones.

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THREE WEEKS LATER

Sara was sitting in her office when her phone rang. Her face broke into a smile when she saw that it was Simon calling. The last three weeks had been great … More than great in fact. It was amazing.

She was happy. Simon made her happy. They were spending a lot of time together and most of the nights they spent together too. Sometimes at his place, and sometimes at hers. He made her laugh. He made feel beautiful, and he made passionate love to her that always left her craving for more. For the first time in a long time, she let herself relax and just live in the moment. Although she had to remind herself sometimes that it wasn’t a real relationship, she refused to let it bother her. She was happy now and that was what mattered the most.

“Hi,” she said cheerfully as she picked up, a smile plastered on her face. “I thought you said you were going to be very busy today,”

“Wow, are you chasing me away already?” Simon teased, “Damn, you’re a mean woman,”