way in the world he was going to make love to her if she wasn't completely on board with the idea. And if she stayed he was going to make love to her. The Dom in him might have wanted to take her downstairs and dive in to all the experiences that waited there, but the man in him demanded that he give her a night of lovemaking to remember for the rest of her life even if she decided later this whole lifestyle thing wasn't for her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and took several deep breaths before speaking. "I don't think I've ever been surer of anything before, Sir." She blushed but her eyes met his with conviction. As afraid as she was, the dampness between her thighs demanded she answer the awareness he was waking up inside her body.
Her trembling was not as pronounced now and he felt she could safely stand. His hands went to either side of her face as he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. As her tongue tentatively met his, the taste of her sweet mouth had his body aching to toss her on the bed. He broke the kiss and with as much finesse as he could manage, his hands went to the hem of her dress and quickly lifted it over her head.
She gasped and raised her hands instinctively to allow him to remove it, but her hands quickly moved to cover her breasts as she stood before him shivering. His eyes roaming over her body, seeing what no man had seen before was definitely not helping with her nervousness and she whimpered.
"I won't let you hide behind your hands Scarlett," he smiled warmly before reaching out to grasp both her hands and lowering them to her sides so his eyes could feast on her. She had the most amazing breasts, he thought and licked his lips at the handful sized mounds and pale pink nipples. "Fucking beautiful, sweetheart," he lowered his mouth and took her into his mouth, suckling deeply. Holding her hands forcefully at her sides he moved to the other creamy globe, nipping lightly at the pale peak, enjoying her gasp.
The pleasurable sensation moved from her breast straight to her core and she struggled against his grip on her hands, needing to pull him closer to her. His hold was relentless and she could only feel as his tongue circled her nipple and her breasts grew heavier than she ever recalled them feeling before.
He had planned on taking this much slower but her body was incredible and he couldn't stop his tongue from trailing down from her breast to navel delving in for a brief moment before lowering to the band of her panties. "These have got to go, Sweetheart," releasing her hands he quickly lowered the offending scrap of silk down her legs and lifting one of her heeled feet and sliding it off then lifting the other, tossing them across the room.
She was completely exposed to him and panicked at his hurried movements. "Rh-Rhett, S-Sir," she bit her lip hard as fear overcame her again and her body trembled.
Standing up he muttered a curse under his breath at his own lack of control. He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly against his chest, needing to slow down. "You are just so damn beautiful," he pulled back and lifted her chin with his fingers, kissing her again. It wasn't enough, it wasn't near enough. Her hands tangled in his hair and that just wasn't going to do. Pulling his lips from her he looked down into her eyes and smirked.
"I don't want those sexy little hands hindering what I want to do with you tonight sweetheart." He slid off the bed and stood up quickly, unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops. Her eyes were about as wide as they could get as she watched him wearily move with slow calculated moves back to the bed.
He could read her thoughts easily and chuckled. "Don't worry sweetheart, I don't plan on using this on your delectable little body tonight." He watched as she visibly relaxed and smirked. Dropping the belt on the floor, he pulled a silken scarf from the small night stand drawer. "Hold out
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