I give in, darling. Why was I resisting again?

The first time two people make love is almost always special. Hopefully it’s special in a good way. Tan and Sinna’s first time is a culmination of waiting and desire and longing and some game playing – in the very best way. And in today’s blog, which picks up where last week’s left off, our hero and heroine finally sleep together! Yay! Our heroine, who knew all along what Tan was trying to do by teasing her and holding out for a commitment, not only goes out of her way to make their first time special, she makes his first time memorable, in the best way there is.

This will be my last blog before the book publishes. I’ve GOT to let go. Even though this is the first in a series of books to come, I’m having a hard time ending Tan and Sinna’s story. I hope you’re looking forward to the book. I’ll let you know when it’s out. Let me know what you think!

Oh, the picture is of South Korean actor Song Jae Rim. I just like looking at him. Those monolids…

XOXO,

SS

 

Later that night…

“Are you working?” Tan nodded at Sinna’s phone and laptop.

“Always.” It was a familiar exchange between them.

He dropped the hair towel on the end of the bed.

She looked up when the towel from his waist followed the first. She leaned forward, her hands falling away from her keyboard as though preparing to stroke all that firm, naked flesh.

Her brows rose when he climbed on the bed. “What are you doing?”

“I give in, Sinna-ssi. I can’t resist you anymore.”

She swallowed and felt her heart rate double as she watched him lay on his back in the middle of the bed. He opened his arms to her.

“Please make love to me,” he whispered.

She crawled over him immediately, and their mouths fused like they’d been starved for a century.

“I can’t believe it,” she teased, trying to ignore the surge of heat running through her. “You’ve been grinding me into the bed for weeks; now you want me to do all the work.”

He smiled, already chasing her lips with his. His hands caressed her hips so confidently, her words seemed incongruous. “I feel out of control. I, I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t quite know what I’m doing, and – ”

“And?” She rubbed herself gently over his cock.

“I feel like an animal!” He squeezed her so hard she grunted. “I’m sorry.” His hands fell away, and he lay there, breathing hard, long arms stretched out, big hands fisted. “Please,” he begged.

Sinna softened. This unbelievable sweetheart. Happiness burst inside her like a bubble, and she began to laugh. His dimpled smile met hers instantly, but he was obviously still anxious. He snuffled almost fretfully in the crook of her neck, latching on for a gentle, comforting suck. Still, he began to stroke her with the firm, but gentle strength she’d grown used to.

Later she’d shake her head at her unexpected romantic side, but at that moment she felt the ageless pull of a woman to please her man. She wanted to make this first time special, wanted him to remember it forever – remember her forever – with a smile on his face. So, she began to sing.

Tan’s eyes widened. He’d never heard her sing before, had no idea that she could, and Sinna could sing her ass off. She smiled as tears welled in his eyes, and she watched the tension fade completely from his body as she sang Ariana Grande’s Almost Is Never Enough.

He barely moved as she sang, he was listening so intently. So, she made love to him, gently tangling their limbs as her lips ghosted over his neck, shoulders, and down his chest. She dragged her vibrato and her nails over his back, ass, and his thighs. Her hips rocked against his as her voice swelled happily, all the while positioning her wet flesh right where they needed it to be. She whispered the end of the song as he shuddered, as her flesh slowly gave way, and he slid the rest of the way home.