Surrender

A magnificent Black man greeted her. His elegant suit revealed his seductive muscles. Emma blushed, imagining herself in his arms.

He smiled at her, handing her a glass of champagne.

• Welcome, my dear. I hope we'll have a pleasant time. I'll do everything to make it unforgettable and enjoyable.

With these words, he kissed her hand and invited her to join him in a comfortable armchair.

Emma felt her legs tremble slightly as she settled down beside him, the soft velvet of the seat caressing her skin through the fine fabric of his tunic. The Black man, whose presence seemed to fill the room with an enveloping warmth, turned his gaze on her, both gentle and intense.

He invited her to lean against his chest in his arms while she savored the champagne, as well as the cherries he elegantly offered to her lips.

Emma felt the firm contact of his chest against her back, its warmth penetrating the fine fabric of her tunic. She opened her lips to accept the cherry he offered her, his fingers delicately brushing her mouth. The fruit was sweet, juicy, and the sparkling champagne on her tongue accentuated every sensation.

Emma shuddered as his fingers slid along the nape of her neck to gently untie the ribbon of her tunic, the silk sliding over her shoulders with a whisper that made her cheeks flush. The champagne made her head spin slightly, and each brush of his large, skillful hands against her exposed skin made her hold her breath.

• Let yourself be guided, I'm here to satisfy you, okay?

Emma felt her tunic fall to her hips, then at her feet she moaned and blushed at being so naked in front of a stranger, but her desire made her moan her assent.

Her lover's fingers explored her body, her curves were delicious, his hands, both firm and soft, traced fiery paths on her skin, slowly descending along her shoulders, brushing the delicate curve of her waist before resting on her hips with a possessiveness that made her shiver. Emma held a shaky breath, her fingers weakly gripping the arms of the chair as he leaned down to place a series of light kisses along the nape of her neck.

She felt her body no longer respond to her, escape her control, she was quivering, she had never been so fragile, so ****. As if he guessed, he told her in a warm voice.

Emma felt his warm breath against her ear as he whispered,

• Your body speaks to me better than words, my dear... Let me show you how intoxicating fragility can be.