Paradise Revival Part 18
Tony thought long and hard about it, fearful of doing anything that might hurt her or
set her s.e.xual progress back. But the way she ground her mound against his aching hard-on drove him nuts.
He looked down at her, her lovely face framed by that wild, red hair. So untamed,
primal, just like the woman. He grasped her wrist and dragged her over toward a
small chair in the living area.
"This is what you want," he said, "then this is what you get."
He took her mouth in a hard kiss, releasing the pent up frustrations of wanting her and not having her, of knowing that what they shared was temporary. She met his tongue willingly, tangling and mating while she wound her fingers through his hair and pulled him even closer.
He slipped his hands down over her ribs, pressing his erection against her wriggling thighs.
He sat and pulled her across his lap, trying not to flinch when her chest hit his legs and her breath rushed out with a whoosh.
"Before I start, one rule-you say 'stop', and I stop instantly. You got that?"
"Yes."
He looked at her like this for a few seconds, loving the feel of her warm belly across his legs, the way her hair swept against his thighs in this position, her long legs showcased for him.
Running his palms against her back, he took things slowly at first, feeling her muscles tense when he brushed the location of her scars, knowing she was remembering how they got there.
Slowly he lifted her dress, watching as first her thighs were revealed, followed by her rear end. That perfect, lush, a.s.s. The one he liked to grab on to when he f.u.c.ked her.
Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s dangled over his thigh. He ran his hands over the twin globes, squeezing them, feeling her shudder against him. He slipped the fingers of his other hand down between the cleft of her rear until he found that sweet spot between her legs. She moaned when he circled his fingers around the moist lips, then found her erect c.l.i.t and flicked the hard nub with his thumb.
Morgan laid there, her body tense. He left his hand near her mound, alternately sweeping his fingers over her c.l.i.t and dipping lightly into her v.a.g.i.n.a, feeling it contract around his fingers.
The other hand palmed her b.u.t.tocks, gently squeezing them. Then, he lightly smacked her bottom, tensing when she gasped, waiting for her to tell him to stop.
She didn't. She raised her a.s.s higher as if to let him know she liked it.
He brought his hand down on her a.s.s again. She flinched, then moaned. Wetness poured from between her legs onto his hand. Red welts sprang up on her cheeks.
And Morgan whimpered, silently begging for more with every wriggle of her fine a.s.s.
The strange thing was, he liked it, too. And that he hadn't expected.
Hearing her cries of pain and delight, knowing she enjoyed every swat to her a.s.s, realizing how much it turned her on, excited him in ways he'd never before experienced.
He felt no sense of awesome power over her. Dominating her wasn't his idea of good s.e.x. But how the spanking excited her-now that was d.a.m.ned hot. So hot his c.o.c.k ached to be inside her.
Soon, very soon, it would be. As soon as he got her off. And judging from the way she moaned and squirmed against him, it wasn't going to be long.
Morgan could barely stand the feel of Tony's hand whacking her bottom. Not that she didn't like it. No, that wasn't it at all. She liked it so much she was ready to come all over his hand.
Gone was the fear a.s.sociated with the act. Tony was so distinctly different from David that she felt no fear, none of the old memories resurfaced. It wasn't the act itself that had frightened her before, it was her partner. Tony would never hurt her, which allowed her to relax and enjoy this little bit of kink as she had before.
The stinging swipes of his hand against her a.s.s only made her wetter, only made her insides grab on to his finger as if it were his c.o.c.k, pulling it inside, squeezing, aching, needing release right-now!
With a mewling cry she let loose her o.r.g.a.s.m, feeling it soar through her like never before. She clenched her fingers around Tony's legs and rode out the ecstasy, his fingers pumping inside her and bringing forth more pleasure than she thought she could bear.
As soon as she relaxed against him he pulled her up and cradled her in his arms, then swooped his mouth down over hers in a devastating kiss that left her breathless all over again.
She'd done it-she was free. Feeling the last remnants of hesitancy fly out the open window, she smiled at the man who had so carefully brought her back to the land of the living.
"Thank you," she said.
He smiled at her and raised a brow. "No, thank you. That was fun. And you certainly seemed to enjoy it a lot." "Indeed I did." His erection pressed against her slightly stinging b.u.t.tocks. "I see we need to provide you some relief, now."
"If you insist."
"Oh yes, I definitely insist. Only this time, I want you to tie me up and have your
way with me."
The shocked expression on his face brought a grin to hers.
"Say that again?" he asked.
"Tie me to the bed over there, and do whatever you want to with me. Make me your
love slave."
Seeing his eyes darken, knowing what was going through his mind, all the
possibilities, aroused her all over again. She reached for her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and circled her nipples with her thumbs.
"s.h.i.t, Morgan, I'm about to burst right now."
"Then burst away. Only tie me up first, and do what you want to me."
He reached down and caressed his shaft, outlined clearly against his shorts. "Come
here, then," he said, leading her toward the four-poster bed.
"There are some restraints in the nightstand drawer," she said, then explained when he looked at her quizzically. "I kept them to remind me of what I used to have and how easily I could be hurt. I don't really know why I did. Maybe I hoped that some
day, some how I could be whole again, that I could be the s.e.xually free person I used to be. All I know is I want you to use them on me."
He sucked in a breath and blew it out. "You drive me crazy, Morgan."
Not any more than he did to her.
"Take off that dress, " he commanded.
She reached for the straps and slowly, seductively, slid them down her arms, baring
first her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, then her belly. Lowering it to her hips she gave him a wicked smile before dropping it to the floor.
"Get over here and lie on your back." He uttered the command in a harsh and breathless tone. His excitement thrilled her, made her wet, made her ache for his hard c.o.c.k slamming in to her. She did as she was told and he grabbed the rope and tied her to the four posters.
She wriggled as she lay there spread-eagled on the bed, excitement swelling in her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and between her legs. Tony touched himself while he stood next to the bed watching her.
For what seemed like an eternity he stared down at her, his eyes dark and full of desire, his hand grasping his thick shaft over his shorts and squeezing it. Morgan fought against the restraints, not because she was afraid, but because she wanted him near her, on her, in her.
Now.
Tony fought for breath at the vision before him. His c.o.c.k twitched, aching for release. He wanted to spill his come inside Morgan now.
And he wanted to spend a couple hours just gazing down at her naked body tied
spread-eagled to the bed. He stroked his shaft. Morgan's p.u.s.s.y glistened in the late afternoon light, wet from her previous o.r.g.a.s.m, her body wriggling with excitement.
"You ready?" he asked.
"Yes," she panted, lifting her hips.
"You going to do whatever I want you to?"
"Yes," she said again, clearly excited. Her nipples stood up in two points, begging for his mouth to cover them, suck on them until she begged him to f.u.c.k her.
G.o.d, he'd love to do that right now. But he wanted to please her first. And pleasing
her meant taking command.
Quickly he dropped his shorts to the floor and stood beside the bed, stroking his shaft.
"Does watching me touch it turn you on?" he asked.
"You know it does." Her gaze was riveted to his p.e.n.i.s.
"It makes me hot when you watch."
She smiled.
"It'll make me hotter to watch you suck it." He climbed onto the bed and knelt beside her head. "Suck me, baby."
Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and he slid the tip near her waiting tongue. She lapped up the drop of moisture from the head, and he shuddered at the feel of the warm wetness.
Knowing she couldn't grasp his p.e.n.i.s and pull it toward her mouth, he straddled her, kneeling on either side of her face, and slid his shaft inside her open mouth.
Watching her take his c.o.c.k in deeply, feeling the heat surrounding him, knowing she was at his mercy and it excited her, nearly set him off. But he held back, tensing up, keeping the inevitable release at bay.
"That's good, baby, suck it like that."
Her gaze focused on his face, the intensity of her look more than adding to an already intense erotic experience.
"My b.a.l.l.s are tight, filling with come. I'm close. Tell me where you want it," he said, withdrawing to let her speak.
"Wherever you want to put it," she responded.
One last time he slid into her hot mouth and stroked it as far back as he dared. She took him all willingly and without complaint. When it was obvious he couldn't wait any longer, he pulled out, knowing exactly where he wanted to spill his seed when the time came.
He untied the restraints and lay on top of her, slipping his shaft inside her with one quick thrust. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him tighter against her.
They were eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose, and mouth-to-mouth. He kissed her delectable mouth, his tongue keeping rhythm with the thrusts of his c.o.c.k. She let loose whimpers of pleasure into his mouth, and in return he gave her a groan of delight. She was so tight, felt so perfect, he knew at that moment that she was made for him.
When she tightened around him and let loose a howl as her o.r.g.a.s.m ripped through her, he went right along with her, knowing at the moment he spilled inside her that no matter his intentions, no matter his denials, he'd fallen hopelessly in love with Morgan.