Chapter 36 Sweet Surrender

Chapter 36 Sweet Surrender

"I don't want to have sex with you."

Jasmine stiffened at his words, refusing to look at his reflection. It was bad enough to expect and to know the truth coming out from his mouth was... devastating.

"I know," Jasmine said hoping to forestall any further revelations. I mean, a girl can take just so much before she breaks down and bawls.

"Silly," he said coming closer and nuzzling the back of her neck, his lips hot enough to send electrifying chills licking down her skin. "I don't want to have sex with you, Jassy, I want to make love to you. There's a difference."

"You do? Really?"

The ice finally thaws as Alan rewarded her the gentlest and warmest smile that even a photo could not justify. Alan advances towards her then he dipped his head and started nibbling on her beet red ear. "You truly have bewitched me. I forget everything but what I want to do to you."

"And what sort of things has your busy little mind been imagining?" she asked, her fingers digging into his white collared shirt. He told her. She sagged against him, her legs having gone utterly and completely boneless under like plunging and deep and lick every inch of you.

Smiling, Alan told her, "Your lips look lonely, would they want to meet mine?"

Before she could register the words he just said, Alan brought his lips down to hers suddenly nothing matters to the both of them but quenching the fire each other so easily lit within. "Tell me to leave Jasmine," he murmured against her mouth. "This is your last chance."

But instead of taking her salvation, she untucked his shirt from his pants and ran her hands across the bare skin of his back. "I don't want you to go," she said between kisses, and he thanked God in heaven for that. He wasn't sure if he had the willpower to leave even if she'd asked him to.

Then she pulls back from him and began disrobing her night robe. He watched as the robe falls down to her feet in a blue pool. Leaving her only in her underwear. Her hair flowed around her shoulders in a shiny silky mass and he knew now what an angel looks like.

Damn, he wanted her.

Like an all consuming fire, he wanted to throw her onto the bed and dive into her until the need in him abated. But she was a virgin, a beautiful, sensual, enticing virgin who was looking at him as if he were the only man in the world.

Damnation it all!

But he had to go slowly.

"I don't know what to do," she said, looking dejectedly on the floor.

He approaches her and removed his shirt, surprised when his legs didn't collapse. Stepping closer to her, he ran his hands down her almost naked body to her thighs. "May I look at you?"

She raised her gaze, nodding hesitantly, like she wasn't sure if he'd be pleased. Slowly, he unclasped her bra, uncovering inch by inch the beautiful, porcelain skin of a goddess. He knelt in front of her, because that was what a man should do in the presence of a goddess and because his legs weren't as steady as they had been few moments before. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her to him, and buried his face into the smooth flesh of her belly.

Nibbling, he allowed his hands to stroke the rounded curves of her buttocks. Her fingers threaded through his hair as he kissed his way up her body to her mouth. With one fluid motion, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Reluctant to release her, he lowered her gently down the front of him. Bodies swayed and clothes discarded as they struggled to get closer.

Jasmine looked down into the eyes of the man she had countless of fantasies with, confused by her lack of fear. She should be terrified. She was about to give herself to a man who was not her husband, and yet there was no fear. No second thoughts, no doubts, just longing and hunger like she'd never experienced before.

With each kiss, his touch grew bolder, moving from the hollow of her back to the curve of her breast. And there was the frustration. Deep, building, pulsating frustration that grew with every moment he toyed with her. As if he sensed her need, he rolled with her on the bed until they faced each other, and his hands began caressing her once more. He fondled her breasts, pulling at the peaks while his tongue stroked hers. Then his and found the breasts his hand had awakened. His lips teased the nipples of her breast while his free hand massaged slow sensuous circle down her back. With each stroke passion laced her body with warmth that threatened to burn. As if he could not get enough of her, his arm encircled her waist crushing her body up to his. Jasmine gloried in the desperation she sensed in him. Finally, someone wanted her. Just her. Her heart jumped at the thought.

With slow deliberation, Alan ran his hand down her body - touching - discovering - exploring. Her skin was smooth unblemished; her lips the softness of a rose petal. She trembled when his fingers glided between her legs. Gasping, she pinched her thighs together. What was he doing?

He kissed her mouth and whispered. "Trust me, Jassy."

And she did, she always had, and she always would. Her eyes were the color of warm sun. She was like a delicate flower lying waiting - trustingly slipping her hands behind his head, she kissed him and allowed his hands to do their will. Caressing, rubbing, stroking until the frustration built past bearing, and just when she thought she could take no more, he slid a finger inside her body and proved he knew what he was doing. The world exploded.

"Jasmine?" Alan said, waiting for her to open her eyes and look at him. "Are you ready for me?"

Her lashes were decorated with droplets of water from her tear, her eyes a bit red adding to her natural alluring beauty. She is beautiful. She smiled and nodded.

"It's going to hurt the first time, but I'll do what I can to make it easier for you."

She responded to his caress by placing her hand against his face and pulling him down for a kiss. "Oh, Jasmine," he whispered, his breath a ragged rasped against her hair. Slowly he pressed into her until he felt the tight obstruction of her maidenhead. Jasmine dug her nails into his back when he entered her, gasping at the pleasurable pain. He laid his forehead against hers, fighting to maintain control.

"I'm sorry." He murmured into her mouth as he drove through the barrier and froze to give her time to adjust to him.

"Is it over?" he heard her said.

"Not close, but the pain should be leaving, is it?"

She nodded and adjusted her hips. The movement took his control and threw, it out the window. "Are you sure?" he said through gritted teeth.

She answered by kissing him and wrapping her legs around his waist. He needed no other encouragement. He wanted to go slowly, to take her to ecstasy with him, but the tight, hot body encasing him drove all noble intentions from his mind.

He took her as gently as his body would allow, but probably not as gently as he should have. With care and soft spoken words, he began to move slowly with her. The sensuous pleasure-filled rhythm warmed Jasmine, bringing all her fantasies to life.

Carefully he rolled off her and pulled her into his arms. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, as soon as he could speak again.

"No," she muttered against his neck, but knowing Jasmine, she wouldn't have told him if he'd ripped her in two. Contrary to Alan's worry-wat brain, lying in his arms was everything Jasmine had ever wanted and so much more.

In Alan's point of view though, he thought that he had been a cad once again. Taking more than he'd given, but he will make sure to make it up to her. Once they're married, he will sure to worship her as the goddess she was and the next time they'll make love, there would be no pain, only pleasure. He'd see to it.

Brushing the hair back from her face, he intended to promise her he'd make her a happy bride, but the steady rise and fall of her breasts told him she was sleeping. She'd had a hell of a day and waking her at this point seemed cruel. He slipped from the bed, covering her before shutting off the lamp. He will propose to her tomorrow as soon as he find the perfect moment to inform the others. Until then, she deserved her rest.

Author's NOTE:

The above love scene were excerpts from the following:

- Lisa Cooke's A Midwife Crisis - Anne Campbell's Pirates and Promises

They deserved the credits I only added a few modifications... Thank you readers! (^___^)v