Page 27 of Robert

His hands went around her waist and then up her back towards her neck where he dug his fingers through the thick strands of hair to keep her steady for the invasion of his tongue. He tried practicing restraint, but he was too far gone, and his loins werebursting with a desire that seemed to be eating away at his insides.

But still he managed to hold back, barely brushing his lips against hers as if giving her the freedom to stop. When she opened her mouth, he smothered a groan and accepted what she was offering.

Hell, tomorrow she might very well regret this, but for now, he was taking it. He had waited years and never thought it would happen and Ah God! She was sweet. Her mouth tasted like honey mixed with something much sweeter.

He tangled with her tongue, slowly, his hands moving over her back. Her small breasts, and good God, he could feel the rigidity of her nipples branding his chest! Emotions swirled through his body like a tidal wave.

Clamping his hands around her small waist her deepened the kiss until they were mating sensually, mouth moving over each other, bodies writhing and hearts thumping like crazy.

Unable to bear anymore, he reversed their positions without breaking the kiss, afraid that if he did, she would come to her senses and run away from him. Stretching his body on top of hers, he kissed her like a man who had been starving for years and that was the case.

The taste of her was going to his head and driving him mad. The feel of her through the thinness of her nightgown was more than he could stand. He had to have her.

Lifting his lips from hers, he gazed at her and felt his heart splintering. Her eyelids fluttered open to reveal the slumbrous sensuality of her gaze. Her lips were quivering and moist from his kisses.

“Sonya, Are you…”

“Yes.” She whispered, her hands coming up to curl into his chest hairs. “Yes, please.”

With a tortured groan and never breaking eye contact, he eased up so he could remove her nightgown.

Her breasts were perfect, not too small, just the right size and the nipples had the saliva pooling inside his mouth.

He wasn’t going to last, he thought hazily. He was going to make a fool of himself and ejaculate prematurely. Or he was going to be rough. Shaking his head, he eased her up so he could feast.

And he did. He attacked her throat with teeth and tongue, sending flames licking through her body. He was thorough, his mouth moving over her skin. When he reached her breasts, he hesitated slightly, his breath stirring her skin.

Then with a ragged sigh, he brushed his lips over the tight, sensitive bud. Her body simply dissolved. There was no other word for it. She was melting like butter when the sun hits it full on.

His tongue swirled over the bud slowly, intently, sweetly and had her trembling. Then he took it into his mouth, between his teeth, nibbling before suckling hungrily. She felt it right between her thighs – it was like a sharp pleasure pain that was becoming unbearable.

“Robert.” Her fingers were digging into his back, the bunched muscles of his shoulders, her body writhing beneath his.

When he reached a hand between them and cup her sex, her body jerked and she climaxed, the intensity of it causing her to arch her body upwards.

With a shudder and a hoarse groan, he lifted his head and knew it had to be now. He couldn’t hold out any longer. He was throbbing so much, he felt as if he was dying, if he did not have her.

Lowering himself, he kept his eyes on hers as he guided his pulsing erection in. His breathing was ragged, and he was afraid he was going to make a fool of himself.

He was so intent on the look on her exquisite face that it took him a few seconds to realize that he was not all the way in, that something was blocking his entrance. He tried again and felt when she tensed. Realization was like a gut punch and had him going still. “It cannot be.” He whispered. “Sonya...”

“Don’t stop, please.” Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his trim waist and tried to force him to enter her, but he held himself rigid.

“You are…?”

“Yes. So?” Her tone was defensive, and she was not looking at him.

“Why?” He was confused and elated at the same time. Something must be terribly wrong for a woman like her to still be a virgin.

Her head lifted in defiance. “I never found anyone I wanted to go all the way with.”

“That asshole, Jason, you were a couple.”

“Yes, well, I wasn’t about to run the risk of getting pregnant,” she said primly.

Robert felt the love exploding in his heart and he struggled to keep it inside and not blurt it out. She was a virgin! All that time he had tortured himself, visualizing her with other men, it had been for nothing. And she was offering herself to him. He was so humbled; he wanted to weep.

“If you have changed your mind…,” she gasped when he pushed into her carefully.

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