Paradise Revival Part 11

She turned and faced him, bending down between his legs so he could watch her mouth descend on his c.o.c.k. He leveled such an intense look on her it made her shiver with renewed desire.

He'd given her the o.r.g.a.s.m of a lifetime. Now it was his turn to shatter into a million pieces.

Never taking her eyes off his, she gently tugged on his b.a.l.l.s and slid her mouth down over his shaft, snaking her tongue over the underside of his rigid member.

"You're so d.a.m.n good at that," he said, lifting his hips to fit more of his c.o.c.k into her mouth.

She sucked him greedily, lapping up the salty juices that spilled over her lips, knowing he was close, feeling his b.a.l.l.s tighten against his body.

"Yeah, baby, like that. Suck it. Make me come."

She used her hands and mouth to grip him tightly and provide enough friction that soon he was groaning and thrashing, lifting his hips off the bed to pummel her mouth.

White-hot jets of liquid shot from his c.o.c.k as his body stiffened in o.r.g.a.s.m. She rode it out with him, swallowing his milky sweet come and slowing her movements until he finally relaxed underneath her.

Now what? Feeling somewhat uncertain, she didn't know whether to crawl up and snuggle beside him or sit there and wait for him to open his eyes. She didn't want to presume anything. Presumption led to trouble in her mind.

Besides, this was just s.e.x, and nothing more. No sense in getting too comfortable with Tony. He wasn't going to be around long.

His eyes opened he smiled at her. They'd just shared something monumental. At least it seemed that way to her.

No, she wasn't reading anything emotional into what just happened between them. But it had been fantastic. She wanted her s.e.xuality back, and Tony seemed more than willing to let her 'use' him to get it.

As she stared at the man tied up in her bed, arching a brow and grinning like a fool, she knew she'd made the right choice. He'd already given her more than she'd hoped for. And it was just the beginning.

"You gonna untie me now, or will you be having more of your way with me?" he asked.

Morgan laughed when he wagged his eyebrows at her. "I take it you'd like me to have my way with you a little bit more?"

He lifted his arms. "I'm your prisoner here. Do whatever you'd like with me."

What she'd like to do is untie him so he'd gather her in his arms and make love to her. But she wasn't ready for that. And besides, they weren't lovemaking. They weren't in love at all. She liked him, obviously desired him. Likewise with Tony, she a.s.sumed. So far they'd had great s.e.x together. She had no reason to think that would change.

She just had to get her mind focused on s.e.x strictly for physical pleasure. She'd never been very good at keeping emotions separated from s.e.x. David changed that. She'd let her emotions rule with him and look what had happened.

After that, she'd spent five years disengaging herself from the s.e.x act until she was nothing more than a lump of flesh for David to use as he pleased.

Now? Now the life poured back into her, and with it came the emotions. Try as she might, she couldn't help it.

She'd just have to try harder.

"Are you tired of being tied up? Need a break?" she asked. Surely his arms were sore stretched across the bed that way.

"If you untie me can I touch you?"

She shook her head, sad that she couldn't give him a resounding 'yes.' At least, not

yet.

"Then leave me tied up. I'm fine."

She should let him go, let him stand up and relax his arms and legs. But she wasn't

finished with him yet. And from the heated look he shot her, neither was he.

"You want more?" she asked.

The answer was stiffening as she spoke, but still he replied, "h.e.l.l yeah, I want

more."

A sweet ache started all over again between her legs. Morgan straddled him, positioning her c.u.n.t over his thick shaft. He groaned, his erection full and promising.

What would he feel like inside her? It had been so long and her last memories of intercourse with a man weren't exactly positive.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Morgan met Tony's frown. "Nothing, why?"

"Something's bothering you. I can tell. You get this faraway look on your face

sometimes, and something crosses your eyes. I can't tell if you're sad or afraid."

He knew her so well already. More than David had after five years. "Just remembering the last time I had s.e.x-what it was like before."

"This isn't going to be like before. I'm not doing this to hurt you, Morgan. Remember, I'm still tied up here. You call all the shots-if this doesn't work for you, we stop."

Such a strong man and yet so tender with her. She'd never have guessed it of him.

"Let's do it, then," she said with renewed fervor. Every last doubt flew away with the brisk winds outside.

He sucked in a breath as she slid against him. "I want my c.o.c.k inside you," he said.

The sound of his voice tripped along her nerve endings, coaxing her pleasure meter ever higher. Soft and seductive, and one thing she'd never experienced before-sincere. He did want her, and for all the right reasons.

"Will you f.u.c.k me now, Tony?" she asked, pressing her throbbing c.l.i.t against the rigid head of his shaft.

"Yeah, baby, I'll f.u.c.k you. Wrap your hot p.u.s.s.y around me."

There was nothing she wanted more than that. But first, she needed to feel his mouth against hers. She leaned over, her nipples tingling when they brushed over the crisp hairs of his chest.

Hovering inches away from his mouth, she inhaled the musky scent of her own pleasure still lingering on his lips. She slid her tongue lightly over his lower lip. "You taste like me."

Her heart clenched when he responded with, "Like wild, sweet honey. I love your taste, Morgan."

Arousal built inside her, and she pressed her mouth to his, her hands traveling lower until she grasped his shaft and readied herself to take him in.

He murmured against her lips, "Do it baby," then reached for her mouth. She touched her tongue against his at the same moment she eased down onto his shaft.

Tears welled in her eyes when she felt his huge c.o.c.k enter her. She was so tight she felt like a virgin being stretched open for the first time.

"Are you okay?"

She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. "Yes. You're so big, Tony. And it's been so long."

"Just take it slow."

She did, inch by incredible inch. And oh, it was such heaven, feeling him fill her completely. Spasms contracted inside her, her juices providing ample lubrication. She began to move over him, lifting her hips and slowly dipping down again.

Tony groaned into her mouth. "Yeah, like that...just like that. Christ, Morgan, your p.u.s.s.y's so hot, so tight, squeezing me, milking me."

His raspy words of encouragement and praise sweetened the already near unbearable pleasure of his shaft filling her. She gasped, pushing upright so she sat fully on top of him, his shaft buried to the hilt inside her.

"You like that big c.o.c.k filling your p.u.s.s.y, don't you?" His hungry eyes devoured her.

"Yes, " she moaned, nearly delirious with the sensation.

"Then ride it, Morgan. f.u.c.k me."

Lifting her hips, she pulled up until only half of his long shaft remained inside her. Then she slammed down hard, shuddering with the sweet pain of his c.o.c.k head hitting her womb. She braced her hands against his chest, tangling her fingers in the curling nest of hair she found, and rode him hard. She couldn't help but wish his hands were free to grab her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and squeeze them, or to dig his fingers into her hips and lift her up and down his magnificent shaft.

Morgan didn't want the moment to end, but her p.u.s.s.y was already tightening around his shaft, moisture pouring over his b.a.l.l.s.

He lifted his hips and increased his thrusts, pounding his c.o.c.k harder and faster inside her. "Come with me," he whispered, his gaze focused on her face.

She licked her lips and concentrated on Tony's movements within her. The storm lashed the windows outside with the rap of tree branches, Mother Nature's fury knowing no bounds as a maelstrom brewed around them. Morgan felt the same way-unleashed and free, able to channel her primitive energies into the storm raging deep inside.

"That's it, baby, you're almost there," he said. "Come with me. I wanna feel you come on my c.o.c.k."

She couldn't hold back as the contractions overwhelmed her. Her p.u.s.s.y clamped strongly around Tony's shaft, wave after wave of delirious heaven squeezing every drop of pleasure out of her.

She arched her back and howled her pleasure.

With a loud groan and a final thrust, Tony pushed and held deep inside her. Morgan felt the pulsing contractions of his o.r.g.a.s.m and squeezed him, tightening around him until he let out a string of yells as loud as the crashing thunder outside.

Exhausted, she fell onto his chest, listening to the frenetic pounding of his heart, so similar to her own raging beat.

When she could move again she reached over and untied his arms, then climbed off and sat at the bottom of the bed, watching him.

"That was amazing." Tony sat up and rubbed his wrists and flexed his fingers.

"Yes, it was." And now that it was over, Morgan didn't know what to say or do. Part of her wanted to ask him to hold her. It had been so long since a man had cradled her in his arms. The other part was either too shy or simply too afraid to let him put his arms around her. At least right now. But she trusted him so much more now than she had before, and with every pa.s.sing moment she knew the next step would be to experience s.e.x unbound-her and Tony together, with no barrier to him touching her.

She was ready for this. But when would it happen?

"So," he asked with a huge grin, "you ready for round two?"

Chapter Nine.

Tony wondered what thoughts lurked inside Morgan's head. She sat at the edge of the bed chewing her lower lip, uncertainty knitting her brows. h.e.l.l, he'd only suggested another round of s.e.x. It wasn't like he'd asked her to marry him.

"I'll be right back." She scooted off the bed and slipped on her robe, then left the room without another word.

Completely satiated, he laced his fingers behind his head and leaned against the pillows. d.a.m.n, but the woman was good in bed. He'd expected her to be reluctant, even a bit shy considering what she'd been through. But she was wild, and at that he suspected she'd held back a little.

Held back? G.o.d, if she really let loose she might kill him. He couldn't help the smirk plastered on his face at that thought. What a way to go. f.u.c.ked to death.

But now where was she? Should he get up and go after her? Was she upset? She hadn't seemed that way. Pensive, maybe, but not really upset.

And why the h.e.l.l did he care? If he wasn't careful, next thing he'd be doing would be falling in love with her. His relationship with Morgan had to be all about s.e.x, and nothing more. Emotion wouldn't, couldn't, come into play. She wasn't looking for a permanent relationship, and he wasn't either. So he had to keep reminding himself not to worry so much about how she felt about things. If she enjoyed the s.e.x as much as he did, then great. If not, then they'd stop. No big deal.

Rain pelted the windows, the wind just as strong as it had been several hours ago. Well, if he was going to be stuck inside during a tropical rainstorm, at least he couldn't complain about the company.

Said company returned bearing a tray filled with cheese, fruits and drinks.

"Thought you might be hungry," she said.

Her hair was tousled and fell across her shoulders in red waves. Her cheeks were

flushed and her smile lit up the storm-darkened room. She looked ravishing and made him hungry. But not for the goodies on the tray. He was starving for the delectable treats hidden underneath her robe.

Morgan sat on the edge of the bed, openly appraising his naked body, her eyes like a caress over him. She lifted a piece of sliced mango and slid it into his mouth. His c.o.c.k sprang to life, twitching its way to a full erection in a record few seconds.

The taste was sweet, the juices running down his chin. Morgan surprised him by leaning in and licking the mango juice off his chin.