Saving Sarah Page 2

  “Undo your hair.”

  She looked surprised by his request but there was no hesitation as she reached back for her braid to do his bidding. Her firm breasts lifted with her arms as she reached back to pull the tail of her braid over one shoulder, and he couldn’t mask the hungry sound that left his throat. His hands lifted of their own accord until he held that glorious weight in his palms. His thumbs reached up to rub across the pink puckers of her nipples, and his mouth watered with anticipation.

  Sarah gasped and trembled beneath his touch. But she didn’t pull away. Her hands had stilled on her hair. She seemed as lost in the sensations of his hands on her flesh as he was. She felt perfect, her skin soft and warm. His thumbs continued to rub her hardened nubs, back and forth, before circling around them.

  “Finish your hair, Sarah,” he whispered to her. He couldn’t wait to see all that fiery colour swirling around them. That was her crowning glory, and he wanted to bathe in it, wanted to feel those curls all over his body.

  She hesitated another moment, a shudder wracking through her body, before letting her hands continue to unwind the braid. She worked quickly until finally it was finished. She shook her head gently, and her hair fell in waves to lick at the top curve of her buttocks. Some poured forward over her shoulders, slipping over and around her breasts and his hands. She was beautiful, everything that he had known she would be. And if he didn’t feel her skin on his, taste her flesh with his lips and tongue soon then there would be no gentleness in his touch. His lust was too strong, too powerful and consuming to wait much longer.

  “I need you, Sarah.” His voice shook with that need. “I’ve wanted you for so long. Tell me you’re not afraid. Tell me that you won’t hate me. Because, God help me, but I can’t go much longer without feeling you on my skin.”

  Sarah caught her breath. His fingers on her breasts were like nothing she had ever known. Sensations were rippling through her body, so many new vibrations under her skin that she felt strange, her body heavy. Her breasts ached for more of his touch, for more of anything that he would give her. And between her legs she could feel a liquid slicking her thighs. She ached there to.

  She knew the basics of what was going to happen between her and Riley. Her mother had been sure to tell all her daughters when they turned thirteen about the happenings between a man and his wife. But that talk had been long ago. And knowing what was supposed to happen and experiencing it were two different things. She was scared, of what he was making her feel and of what she knew he expected from her. But a part of her was eager as well. She was a very lucky woman to be experiencing her first time with a man like Riley James. Funny thing was that when she had dreamed of her first time, he was the man who always filled her fantasies. How was that for a twist of fate?

  “Sarah.”

  His groan pulled her from her thoughts, and she realised that she had not answered his plea. She reached out tentatively towards his chest. A soft moan left her lips when her hands found purchase on his flesh. The hair was rough against her palms, and the thought of how it would feel against her nipples had more moisture coating her sex and thighs. She let her hands slide up his chest to his shoulders, and she pushed his opened shirt off and down his arms so that he stood in just his unfastened pants and stockings. He looked so rugged and masculine.

  “No, I won’t hate you,” she whispered, moving closer into him. “I’ve thought about my first time, Riley. I’ve dreamed about it. And, in every fantasy, it was always with you.”

  Her confession barely left her lips before he crushed her to him, his lips staking a claim, possessing her. He swept her up into his arms never breaking the seal of his mouth over hers. She barely registered the cool feel of the bed beneath her back before the heat of Riley hovering over her consumed all of her attention. Somewhere along the way, he’d shed the rest of his clothes so that nothing kept his flesh from hers.

  He was hard and thick where he rested against the inside of her thigh. She could feel him there, larger than she had imagined, but his kiss possessed her to the point that rational thought was beyond her. How could one man unleash so many conflicting emotions in her? She felt fear and anxiety, but it was all overshadowed by a need for something more, something that would change the person she was.

  His hand stroked over her flesh until his fingers reached the curls between her legs. She was embarrassed by the moisture that coated her and now him. But the groan that left his lips made her think he enjoyed the dampness there. His mouth left hers to blaze a trail of heat down her throat to her collar bone. His teeth nipped at her flesh, and his tongue touched every inch of skin on his mouth’s journey. His lips hovered over her breast. His tongue glided around the puckered centre, and her breasts grew tighter, heavier, until she felt a tingling that streaked a trail straight to her womb. She wanted his mouth there, wanted to feel his lips close over her nipple and suck greedily from it as a babe would its mother. Was it so wrong to desire such a sinful pleasure? Did it make her a whore to want such things even if they were from her husband?

  A scream tore from her throat as he bombarded her senses with too many sensations. His mouth did what she wanted and closed tight over her flesh sucking greedily from it. His teeth nipped at her then his tongue soothed and enflamed before the suction began again. It seemed to pull an imaginary string that linked her engorged nipple to her secret woman’s place where his fingers were doing naughty things that felt so right.

  His fingers spread the lips of her pussy wide so his thumb could stroke over the swollen bud of her clitoris. He applied a gentle pressure that had her arching into his touch, screaming from the pleasure that wracked her body. One finger slipped inside, rubbing against the walls of her channel, stretching and teasing her. He caressed until the finger was deep inside her then he wiggled it, igniting a blistering heat that felt like it might kill her. In and out he glided his finger, thumb never stopping its sensual attack on her pleasure bud. His mouth moved from one breast to the other until both felt swollen from his attention.

  Something was happening. Something scary and unnerving. It felt as if she were close to bursting, a pressure growing tighter and tighter in her womb until she felt she might splinter into a million pieces if he didn’t stop what he was doing. And yet it felt so good that she never wanted him to stop what he was doing. And then he did. His mouth left her breasts, and she cried out at the loss of Riley’s mouth against her. He caught her glance for a moment, and she felt drowned in the passion that lit his eyes. He wanted her. And, right or wrong, she wanted him more and more with every breath she took.

  He bent his head and his tongue flicked over her stomach, dipping into her belly button before journeying further down her body. Then the ultimate pleasure was taken from her as his thumb left her.

  “No,” she cried but the words had barely left her mouth when he was there. His mouth closed over her bud, sucking on it as he had her nipples. It was too much. The invisible cord pulled taut then snapped sending her not falling but flying, soaring through the air in a million pieces. Her hips arched into his face, her hands fisted in the covers on the bed. She threw back her head, her mouth open as incoherent sounds left her. Never had she imagined such pleasure could be found in the marriage bed.

  Slowly, she came back to herself, a lethargy consuming her body that made her wonder how any woman could handle such satisfaction on a daily basis. And oh how she prayed that Riley would want such devilment daily. She felt him shift above her, felt his mouth and fingers leave her. He used his hands to press her legs wider, to push her knees up and out, opening her still further to him. His shaft pressed into the opening where his fingers had just been and slowly he began to push inside her.

  This was it. This was the moment that Riley had been waiting for. He had Sarah’s juices on his face, on his tongue, and he had never tasted anything sweeter than his wife. She had exploded for him, holding nothing back from him. It was what he had always hoped for in a wife, on the rare occasions whe
n he thought of taking one. He wanted a woman that was unafraid of the pleasures a man could give her, could share with her. He’d seen the passion in Sarah’s eyes but even he hadn’t imagined how uninhibited she would be.

  He glanced down at her, taking in the relaxed posture, the flushed glow of her skin and knew that, from this moment on, he was hers as much as she was his. He pushed her thighs wide and eased his body up over her. Without thought, he manoeuvred her knees up and out spreading her as wide as he could without hurting her. With one hand he braced his weight up while he reached down with the other to guide his shaft to her opening. She was wet, so wet from his oral ministrations that he prayed it would not hurt her too badly. He’d never bedded a virgin, but he’d heard stories and would give anything to spare her the pain that was inevitable with a woman’s first time.

  He pressed in until the head of his cock entered her slick pussy. When the dazed look didn’t leave her face, he began rocking his hips, sliding a little deeper with every thrust. When he was halfway in, she panted bringing his full attention to her face and the tears that swam in her eyes.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked afraid of her answer, afraid that either way he wouldn’t be able to stop though God help him he would try.

  “It’s starting again, Riley,” she whispered as if she were afraid to give voice to what she felt. “Every time you move, the tension builds higher, and I don’t think I can survive that again so soon.”

  Riley caught his breath. She was feeling pleasure from him, enough that she was building to another release. Yes, Sarah was definitely the woman he had always dreamed of, hoped for.

  “Just relax, sweetheart,” he urged her. “It will feel a thousand times better this time, because this time we’ll be riding it together.”

  She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, and he had to lean down and lick it. He took her mouth with his, nipping her bottom lip with his teeth until she opened for him. His tongue invaded, explored and claimed. And in that moment when she was so wrapped in his kiss, he thrust home, seating his cock in her.

  Sarah broke from him, pulling her mouth from him and crying out. Tears leaked from her eyes and only when he felt the ripples of her sheath around his cock did he know that it was from pleasure and not pain. Or perhaps from a mixture of both. Either way, he let himself go, pumping into her faster than he had planned. Then he was there with her, his scrotum taut where it lay beneath his shaft. He clenched his buttocks as fiery shards of pleasure shot from his cock to his sac then streaked up his spine. Never had he felt such pleasure with a woman.

  It was in that moment that he realised something that it seemed the good sheriff must have already figured out. In the time Riley had been watching Sarah, he had gone and done the one thing he’d sworn he never would. He had fallen in love.

  Chapter Three

  Sarah awoke to the feel of Riley’s mouth on her skin. He was licking at her shoulder and neck, his hands taking free reign to explore every inch of her that he could reach. It was still dark in the bedroom, and she had no idea what time it was. He lifted her arm that was closest to him above her head, and let his mouth kiss down her side to just under her breast. He licked the globe, letting his tongue explore the fullness of her without making one move towards her nipple. It was already hard for him. And eager. So eager for the touch of his mouth, his lips and tongue and the sharp sting of his teeth.

  She moaned and turned into him, coming onto her side before him.

  “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said, but they both knew it was a lie. He wanted her again. She could see it in his eyes, feel the evidence of his renewed desire against her thigh.

  “I’m glad you did,” she whispered still a little uncertain of what reaction he expected from her. Was it okay to enjoy this with him? That was one thing that her mother had never said, referring to sex with a husband only as an obligation and nothing more.

  “I want you again, Sarah.”

  Riley’s eyes were right in front of her, and there was no missing the light of desire that shone there. His hand slipped down between their bodies to brush lightly against the juncture of her thighs. His fingers slid between the curls. “Are you too sore? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She was sore. Earlier had been her first time with a man. But she did want him again.

  “We can do it again if you want to,” she whispered, but she couldn’t quite meet his eyes.

  He tilted her head with his other hand while the first continued to play. “You don’t ever have to fear me, Sarah. I’ll never intentionally hurt you.”

  She nodded but that wasn’t her greatest fear.

  “And I’ll never leave your bed for another woman’s.”

  She gasped. How could he have known what she was thinking?

  Riley grinned down at her. “It was written all over your face, sweetheart. Plus I know the man your father was. I won’t ever be like that.” He bent and brushed his mouth against hers. “I want you, Sarah. I have for a long time. Earlier, making love with you was better than anything in this world. I love your passion. I love that you don’t hold back from me.”

  “You’re not angered by it? You don’t think of me as a whore?” She had to voice the questions in her head, had to know where things stood.

  “Never.” His voice was hard, and there was a different fire in his eyes. “It makes me sick to know young women are taught that sex between a man and a woman is something to be done quickly and in the dark. Only for the purpose of creating a baby. There is no shame in what we do in this bed, what we do with and for each other. You’re my wife now, Sarah, and I am your husband. It will be an awfully cold relationship if there is no passion between us.”

  “So what I did, the sounds I made. You’re okay with all of that?” She was afraid to believe the sincerity of his words, afraid to fall even more in love with her husband.

  “With all of that and so much more. There are so many ways that we can love, Sarah. So many ways we can find and share pleasure. I want to share them all with you.”

  He bent to her lips once more. His kiss was soft but no less passionate for its subtleness. He licked the seam of her lips until she opened for him then softly invaded her mouth. His tongue was slow and thorough in its exploration, and she tentatively moved her tongue against his.

  Riley groaned. “Yes, that’s it. Explore me. Learn my body as I’m learning yours. No fear, Sarah. There’s no room for it in this bed.”

  Sarah stroked her tongue across his lips and, when he didn’t open to her, she nipped softly at his bottom lip. He groaned and, shyly, she eased her tongue between his lips and inside the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. He let her explore for the barest of moments before sucking at her tongue and seizing control from her.

  Both hands came up to cup her shoulders and draw her flush against him. Flesh to flesh, heat to heat. He was all hard planes and corded muscle, and he felt incredible against her. She pressed even closer crushing her breasts against his chest, trapping his rock hard arousal against her thigh.

  She moaned around his kiss, wiggling her body in an attempt to get closer. She wanted to crawl under his skin and feel what he felt. It couldn’t possibly be as good as what she felt, and yet his actions and sounds made her think otherwise. She twisted her body, trying to position herself just right for his possession.

  Riley stopped her by sliding his hands down to her hips and moving his lower body away.

  “Not yet, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re sore and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Sarah groaned and tried to move her hips, but he stilled her again.

  “I want you, Riley. I can take it. Please,” she begged. “I need you, Riley. I need to feel you like I did before.”

  Riley couldn’t stop looking at Sarah. She looked unsure but he knew exactly what she was asking for. She was already burning for him and knowing that made his own arousal sharper. He eased her over onto her back and moved close to her side. Her eyes were fille
d with passion, a passion that he had ignited, one that burned only for him. He was a very lucky man.

  He leaned down and sampled softly of her lips, torturing them both by waiting to sink deeper into the kiss, into her. But he couldn’t hold back for long and soon they were both exploring each other with hands while their tongues rubbed and twined. She wasn’t as shy now and whether it was his words or actions that released her from her inner fears, all he knew was that he was grateful.

  Slowly, he moved from her kiss, letting his lips edge out towards her cheek and over to the delicate shell of her ear. From there, he moved down the smooth column of her neck then over to spend some time at the base of her throat. She was soft, so soft beneath him. And he loved the taste of her skin, doubted if he would ever get enough of it. He lifted his mouth just long enough to let his eyes look their fill of her glorious breasts. They were perfect, just enough to fill his palms. She moaned and a shudder moved through her, seeming to make her nipples even harder and tighter than they already were. With a groan of his own, he dove back down, securing one of those sweet berries between his lips and sucking greedily from it. Back and forth he went between her breasts, giving both equal attention. He used his lips, tongue and teeth equally, drawing out the pleasure for both of them. When she arched and cried out, he paused unbelieving of what had just happened. Sarah had reached a release with only his mouth on her breasts.

  He moved quickly down the rest of her body, spreading her thighs wide with his shoulders until his mouth hovered over the dewy centre of her still pulsing pussy. He could smell the scent of her pleasure, and it drove him wild. He bent and licked her slit, eager to taste her desire. It was as good as he remembered, maybe even better, and he couldn’t get enough. He drove his tongue as far into her channel as he could reach and fucked her with it, driving her pleasure higher and higher.