Paradise Revival Part 9
A promise. She couldn't wait.
Lea ning down, she straddled him, antic.i.p.ating the moment when her wet p.u.s.s.y would touch his rigid p.e.n.i.s.
She settled on him, her aching lips opening to surround him. Even though it wasn't as good as having his thick shaft buried deep inside her, sliding against him like this. .h.i.t her c.l.i.t in just the right way. Sparks of pleasure snaked through her and she shuddered against him.
His knuckles shone white where they gripped the chair. Slowly, she moved against him. Her p.u.s.s.y was slippery wet with her juices, making it easier to slide along the length of him. He groaned when her mound touched the sensitive head of his c.o.c.k, and tremors quaked deep inside her.
It had been so long, so very long, since she'd been this intimate with a man. More than a lifetime ago since she'd cherished the feel of a man's c.o.c.k against her.
No, even when she'd still been young and exuberantly learning about her newfound s.e.xuality, it had never been like this. It had never been this good. Maybe it was because it had been so long. She'd tired of pleasuring herself with her fingers, her vibrator, h.e.l.l even vegetables-whatever she could find that struck her fancy at the moment she needed to get off. That had to be it. She did not feel anything emotional toward Tony.
Other than grat.i.tude at his patience with her.
The sensations were like fireworks, shooting off inside her every time her sensitive c.l.i.t rubbed against the ridged head of his swollen p.e.n.i.s. She quickened her pace, desperately wishing that Tony would grab her hips and force her down on his shaft. That would come soon enough. Right now, she was close, oh so close, the tension building within her.
"Come on baby," Tony encouraged, whispering to her, urging her. "Come for me. Let me see it, let me feel your come pour over me."
He lifted his hips for her, angling his p.e.n.i.s so that she slid down over it. She grabbed onto the arms of the chair, her fingers clenching over his, and rode him faster. The first spasms tightened inside her and she felt it down to her toes. She threw her head back and screamed as her o.r.g.a.s.m soared through her, not once stopping her sliding action against him.
The overwhelming sensations pulsed through her for the longest time, and by the time she'd relaxed and began to breathe, she could already feel the arousal build again. Amazing. She'd just come, and she wanted it again.
Then she looked down at Tony, at the tense smile on his face, and knew she had something to do first. She slipped down and sat on his thighs. With both hands she circled his now soaked shaft and stroked.
His hips rose to meet her and he thrust his c.o.c.k between her hands. She turned her hands, one going clockwise and the other counterclockwise, twisting his throbbing shaft.
"f.u.c.k, that's good!" he groaned.
She smiled at his enjoyment. He'd sunk down onto the chaise and lay flat, giving his need up to her control. She looked down at the swollen purple head, drops of come slipping out and down over her hand. She desperately wanted to suck him, to feel that thick beast between her lips and ramming against the back of her throat. With every pa.s.sing moment she was beginning to think that was a distinct possibility.
Grasping his tight b.a.l.l.s with one hand she gave them a gentle tug while swiftly stroking his shaft. The combination had the desired effect.
Tony began to thrash around on the chaise, yet not once did he release his grip on the arms of the chair. With a loud groan he shot a stream of come straight up in the air and all over her hands, lifting off the chair to drive his c.o.c.k deeper into her palm.
Some day he'd thrust deep into her p.u.s.s.y like that.
She couldn't wait for that day.
Chapter Seven.
Tony stretched and rolled over, sneering at the time on the clock. h.e.l.l, it felt like he'd just gone to bed.
He had, only a couple hours ago. His a.s.s would be dragging today.
But last night had been worth it. One small glimpse of Morgan coming out of her sh.e.l.l and Tony had nearly come out of his skin. If she continued her resurrection in this way it would likely kill him before the week was up.
They'd fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning, too exhausted to play any more. But he'd wanted to. G.o.d how he'd wanted to.
Whatever was happening between them was just beginning, and he only had a few more days in this paradise. He wanted to grab all the pleasure he could get.
More importantly, he wanted to give Morgan all the pleasure she'd allow.
He turned on the shower and let the steamy spray do its job of waking him. The warm water reminded him of last night, of feeling Morgan's heated juices all over him.
Not touching her last night had almost killed him. He'd worn grooves in his palms from gripping the arms of the chaise so tightly. He'd desperately wanted to squeeze his fingers against her lush hips and drive his c.o.c.k into her soaked p.u.s.s.y. But he knew she wasn't ready for that. When she was ready, she'd let him know.
Being forced to watch her slide her desire-swollen lips against his shaft had nearly made him come. But he held back, wanting it to be about her, not about him. And she'd certainly enjoyed it, evidenced by her juices all over him when she was done.
When she'd thrown her head back and screamed, she'd looked as beautiful as he'd ever seen her. Her face and body flushed with pa.s.sion, her nipples hard and pebbled, her hips bucking against him like she was f.u.c.king him, was a sight he'd love to preserve in a picture.
And today was another work day, another day of following her along and asking lame reporter questions. Questions he was no longer interested in asking. He'd asked all the important ones last night, and was privileged that she had given him the answers.
In a way he felt like he'd been given this great gift-the chance to pleasure a woman who'd long ago given up the thought of experiencing good s.e.x with a man.
Step by step, as patiently as he could, he'd teach her that s.e.x with the right man could provide every pleasure she'd ever want.
And then someday, when she was ready again, she'd find the right man to give her that kind of joy every day for the rest of her life.
That man wouldn't be him. He was a vagabond, a traveler, not a beachcomber. He'd never be happy on this tiny island surrounded by nothing but miles of water. He'd go nuts.
Even if the woman of his dreams lived here.
Disgusted at his train of thought, he shook the water out of his eyes and grabbed a towel. Had to be lack of sleep making him think there was any such thing as 'the woman of his dreams'.
He didn't have dreams of women, or 'the woman'. They were for s.e.x, laughs and fun while he occupied s.p.a.ce in whatever part of the world he happened to be working in.
Home and family and marriage and permanence didn't fit his lifestyle. Whenever he moved on, he left no lingering feelings behind.
And he wouldn't this time, either. He felt compelled to help Morgan rediscover her s.e.xuality. After all, she'd trusted in him enough to tell him her secrets. But once that was done, he was outta here and off on the next a.s.signment.
With nice memories, of course.
Morgan was sitting at the kitchen table near the window, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. As usual, her hair was piled high on her head with a few curling tendrils escaping the sides. She wore another slinky sundress that never failed to wake up at least one part of his body.
Shifting his semi-hard c.o.c.k to the side of his shorts, he strolled into the kitchen.
"Morning."
Morgan looked up and smiled at him. "Morning. Sleep much?"
After grabbing a cup of the streaming brew, he sat down beside her. "As much as
you did."
She looked different this morning. Her cheeks were rosy, her blue eyes as bright as the glint of sun off the ocean. Life energy poured from her.
And Tony felt like he'd had some small part in that grin she wore.
"Ready for another day?" she asked.
"I'm ready for anything you throw at me."
She arched a brow. "Anything?"
"Uh huh. What's on your mind?" he asked, trying to keep his baser thoughts at bay.
"You'll see."
The smile stayed on her face the entire day. He liked that. Tony wanted to do
whatever was necessary to keep it there.
Today was pretty much the same as yesterday. He followed her routine, which he
found to be pretty much business oriented. He talked to a few more staff members, who all gushed with praise about their boss.
By the time the workday ended, ominous clouds had darkened the skies over the
resort. It looked like they were going to be hit with a rainstorm. After listening to the weather reports, Morgan suggested they head back to her house before the road washed out.
Fat drops of rain began to fall just as she pulled into the carport. They ran inside and the skies opened up. Sheets of rain slammed down relentlessly, streams of muddy water already forming around the house.
Phoebe wound her furry self around his legs, seemingly taken with him for some unknown reason. He looked down to find the cat staring up at him, meowing, as if he was personally responsible for the lousy weather outside.
"Don't look at me, girlie. I didn't do it." The cat sauntered off in a huff.
Tony stepped out on the front porch and watched the rain. The humidity was high and he'd already taken off his shirt. Even though he wore only shorts, he wasn't any cooler. Morgan brought him a beer and he took a long, thirsty swallow, wiping away the perspiration from his forehead. It was hot. Sticky. Humid. They were completely isolated. The only sounds were the constant tapping of heavy rain on the roof.
He was trapped in the middle of a driving rainstorm in the heated tropics, with a beautiful woman.
d.a.m.n, life was good.
"How long will it rain?" he asked her.
"It depends. Storm's pretty big. Could last a day or so."
He turned to her. "How do you get to work when it's like this?"
She smiled. "I don't. Heavy rains like this wash out the road and I can't drive the cart to the resort. I could walk it, but it would take awhile. So unless there's a major crisis going on, the staff can handle anything that comes up."
The thought of being marooned here with Morgan for two days brought a grin to his face. He could make some serious headway in her reintroduction to s.e.x if he had access to her for forty-eight hours with no distractions.
Except the d.a.m.n cat who had taken a liking to him. It had returned from its short snit and once again circled around his ankles, purring. Annoyed with the tickling furball, he bent down and scooped it up and held it in his arms. Of course, then it purred all the more.
"Phoebe likes you," Morgan said, her eyes wide.
"Seems to. Is that a problem?"
"No. It's just that she doesn't really like strangers. Just me."
Tony puffed out his chest. "Smart cat. Obviously, she's an intelligent judge of
character. Not to mention charm, great looks and potent s.e.xuality." He stroked the cat's fur, rewarded with its kneading paws and drool. Great.
Morgan laughed. "I'll take your word for it."
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather find out for yourself?"
Her blue eyes darkened like the rain-pummeled ocean. "Maybe."
She leaned against a post and held her hands behind it. Visions of her tied to that post while he did anything he wanted with her sailed across his imagination. He just had to get her back to the point where she felt comfortable, and then he knew they could have some serious fun together.
"Earlier this morning you said you had something in mind?" he asked, trying not to push things, but his c.o.c.k had already sprung to life at the thought of Morgan tied up.
She nodded. "If you're up to it."
He put the cat down and ran his palm against his shaft through his shorts, slowly stroking its length. Morgan's gaze dipped and focused. Her pink tongue darted out and swept across her lips. Tony wanted to groan. He wanted her lips and tongue on the head of his c.o.c.k before the night was through. "I'm up to anything, babe."
"Even a little bondage?"
Now she was talking. Had she read his mind? "h.e.l.l yeah."
The corners of her mouth lifted in a small smile. "I doubt you're thinking about the bondage I have in mind."
"Try me."