Enemy's Woman

Chapter 31 - The sweet surrender

He reached back and pulled out her Juda pin,

Then he freed her hair from the elaborate bun and watched it tumble down past her shoulders in soft, smooth waves. He wrapped his hands in the luxurious bounty of her hair and pulled her close for a scorching hot kiss. Her lips parted immediately to welcome his tongue, inviting him to taste and be tasted. Her small hands found the hem of his shirt and quested beneath. He shivered in ecstasy when her fingers gently rubbed over his nipples and growled against her lips, ready to explode when her nails bit into his back pulling him closer.

He broke the kiss, then bent his head to kiss the pulse which was beating madly at the base of her throat. He gripped her shoulders caressing it with his hand. Her pallu slipped from her shoulders where he was holding it.

She shivered with the familiar sensation but this time she was not scared. He nibbled her neck and ears and she automatically wound her arms around his neck. He gazed at her lovingly and asked.

"Are you scared ?"

"Not anymore" She replied.

He smiled and trailed his finger outlining her lips. Then reached up to remove her dangling earring. He kissed her ears after it was bereft of the earring. He proceeded to remove each of her jewellery followed by a kiss on that body part. She gasped when he placed a kiss on her belly button while removing the kamarband(waistband).

He caught her lips this time very softly slowly sliding his tongue across her lips. Sensation shot through her and her mouth opened slightly. His tongue delved deeper exploring the insides of her mouth.

He had never kissed her that way before. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back till it reached the pillow. Pinned beneath him she savoured the kiss and suddenly her mouth was free he was now placing wet kisses on her throat.

His caressing increased in intensity.

He nosed down, still taking all the time in the world, the stubble on his chin offering a tickling scratch; when he came across the cloth, he drew it down, further and further, until it left her chest. At once, her arms banded defensively across her chest, but he would have none of it. His hand reclaimed her wrists, pinning them above her head so that her breasts - pert and slightly pink with flush - were fully exposed for his viewing.

"Hmm," he said, with a mocking look of appraisal. He let his fingers trail over one breast and then the other, caressing them with the same slow, deliberate attention, and ending with a playful squeeze.

He left her for only a few moments to get rid of his clothes. Then attacked whatever little was left on her body. Soon, there was nothing between them, not even a thread.

She was burning with desire as well as feeling self-conscious. One half wanted to run and hide the other half wanted to explore him deeper.

Her body moved of its accord arching relaxing...arching again growing tenser and tenser. All she could do was lie in his arms and let him have his way. His incredibly devastating way.

He drank in the sights of her naked form - the swell of her hips, the dark patch of hair that shrouded her virgin sex with unhidden appreciation, and she was struck again by how he looked at her as if she were a precious jewel.

"How beautiful you are. How could I be blamed for wanting you for myself?" He whispered.

Placing his hands upon her thighs, he pushed, spreading them wide again, despite her efforts, so that it gave him complete and utter access to her womanhood. And before she knew what he was doing, he extended two fingers between her legs, slipping easing through her moistened folds. Startled by the intrusion, she trembled, but he had already withdrawn then, his expression devilishly triumphant. "And it seems the feeling is mutual."

His body slid over hers while he teased her with his hands, lips feasting her...ravishing her. She enjoyed the sensation of his hardness rubbing against her softness.

She shuddered as he reached the most sensitive part of her body. She writhed beneath him running her hands over his muscular body as he teased and stroked it. It was a glorious surrender.

In the throes of passion, he asked: "Are you ready?"

She simply nodded too dazed to speak.

He said almost regretfully "I will be gentle but this might hurt".

She somehow managed to answer "I'll be fine".

He smiled, captured her lips again, and moved forward to join their bodies. Her squirming body was kept pinned by his hands as he moved over her. Her already unstable breaths took a sudden hitch, his head prodding at her before gradually forcing itself through.

And slowly, he entered, pressing into her more and more. She felt every inch, felt herself stretching around him, felt her eyes drawing shut against the starbursts of pain. And just when she thought that every crevice inside of her was filled, that she could not possibly imagine the slightest more invasion he pushed further yet, and she gasped as she felt the pressure of it, forced to give even greater way to his rigid length.

There was not that much pain, not nearly as much as she had imagined. He had already readied her for him.

She was forewarned that there would be a pain but no one had told her about the pleasure and what an intense pleasure...It shook her completely.

She cried out striving for more.

He said gasping "Please tell me you are not uncomfortable coz this is pure heaven for me."

She nodded "Pure heaven."

They joined in rhythm first slowly then he increased the intensity. Her body simply followed his rhythm. His thrusts became faster...Suddenly the world around her disintegrated.

She heard her screams as sensation poured through her flooding her. The colours and shapes in the room wheeled around her. She clutched at his shoulders digging her nails into it. All at once, she fell back against the bed limp.

He let out a groan and collapsed on top of her.

She laid limp, sated, and amazed. She realized she could never fear him not after this. He laid beside her and took her in his arms. He kissed her again this time much more gently. She liked it.

His body was slick with perspiration. She buried her head in his musky scent. His steady breathing made her realize that he had dozed off.

She arched her back and looked at his sleeping face. He looked 10 years younger like a lost boy.

"From now on I won't be mad at you. I will be your shield, and protect you from all adversaries. I will help you cope with your past,  and whatever difficulties which may come in the future. This is my promise" She whispered.

Though he didn't hear it.

To be continued.....