His Patience

I wasn’t deceived by the ploy at an endearing embrace. My chest lifted as I breathed more heavily.

His head dropped to the side of my neck, and he nuzzled my hair away from it to place a kiss along the sensitive skin. Kissing his way up to just behind my earlobe.

I shivered at the pleasant sensation. My resentment grew with every weak feminine response of my body.

He was big enough to fold nearly entirely around me. Kissing at the hollow of clavicle before delving his tongue in.

I jerked like he’d stuck me with a blade. But I met the restrictive limit of my own arms trapping me against him.

“Ssh…” He whispered. “Stay. Relax against me.”

I told myself I didn’t want to.

But I did. Finally giving in, I let my body rock back into him. My head lolling against his opposite shoulder. Giving him free access to tease at my neck and the peak of my shoulder.

He slid a finger under the shoulder of my dress. Pushing it lightly from