Paradise Revival Part 10

"Oh, I plan to," she said, then pushed away from the post. "I'll be right back."

After she'd stepped inside, Tony resisted the urge to jump up and down like a kid who'd just gotten his first bike. But d.a.m.n he was excited about the prospect of making some s.e.xual headway with Morgan. It was all he'd thought about today. Remembering their time together last night, her body glowing in the moonlight, the way she rode his c.o.c.k until she came, had kept him semi-hard the whole day.

He shuddered and stroked himself again, antic.i.p.ating what was to come.

She stepped to the doorway and crooked her finger at him. He followed behind her more than willingly, watching the s.e.xy sway of her hips, the silk of her dress caressing her a.s.s just like he was dying to do.

He entered her bedroom and smiled. She'd tied silk scarves to the four posts. His c.o.c.k hammered against his shorts, seeking immediate escape.

"I've been thinking about this all day," she said, her arm wrapped around the post at the foot of her bed, her hip leaning gently against the footboard.

"Me too."

"I figured the only way to get past my discomfort at having a man control me is for me to be in control. At least for awhile."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out where she was headed. "You want to tie me to the bed?"

She nodded. "If that's okay. I mean, if you don't want to you don't-"

"I want to." He stepped in front of her, feeling the s.e.xual vibrations sizzling between the two of them. "I have to be honest with you, Morgan. I'm dying to touch you and kiss you and lick you all over. I can't wait to crawl on top of you and plunge into your p.u.s.s.y."

She licked her lips and nodded. "I want that, too."

He lifted a tendril of silken hair and let it slide through his fingertips. "But I'm also a very patient man. I can wait for it. You take this at your own pace, tell me what works and doesn't work for you. Do whatever it takes to give yourself pleasure and make you feel comfortable. You control it."

Morgan's body heated at Tony's words. She found it hard to believe that a man like him existed. Such patience, such restraint, and so full of potent s.e.xuality.

A man like him should frighten her, but he didn't. She still didn't understand the whys of it, but for some reason she did trust him. And trusting him made her want him.

"Tell me what you want," he said, his body hovering so close his warm breath caressed her face. She inhaled the male fragrance of him, a powerful aphrodisiac. She wanted to lick the fine sheen of sweat off his neck and shoulders, then work her way down his body with her tongue.

No, not wanted. She would do these things. She could, as soon as she had him secured. "Lie down on the bed. Naked."

His dark eyes narrowed, his breathing increased. He stood in front of her and reached for the waistband of his shorts, sliding them over his hips until they fell to the floor. His huge c.o.c.k sprung out at her and she ached to drop to her knees right there and suck him.

But that would put her at his mercy, and she wasn't quite ready, yet. Instead, she waited while he walked around the side of the bed and climbed in, lying down on his back and spreading his arms and legs.

And there he was, completely open and fully trusting her. Something she hadn't been able to do in years. Of course she'd never hurt him before. Then again, he hadn't hurt her, either. And that's when the door to her heart opened, letting him take a peek inside. It was all she could do right now, but it was a momentous change for her. A risk worth taking.

All men weren't like David. The logical part of her mind knew that, and yet a part of her was still afraid.

Give in. Trust him. It's time, Morgan, it's time to live again .

She'd ignored that voice inside her head long enough. Just watching him now, lying there waiting for her to tie him up, cut through the last of her fear. Her distress turned to desire and all hesitation fled.

Her legs wobbled and she stood at the foot of the bed, looking her fill of him. Everything about him was big. Shoulders, arms, legs, and especially his thick shaft and b.a.l.l.s. She shuddered thinking of him filling her, pumping his shaft into her. By making love with her, he'd aid in making her a whole person again. A real woman again. She hurried over to each post, securely binding his arms and legs until he was completely immobile.

All the time he watched her, his eyes devouring her, making her nipples stand up and fight against the silk binding them. She ached for his mouth on her, and tonight she'd have it.

"You gonna stand there and look at me all night, or are you gonna climb on top and have your way with me?" His voice was husky with pa.s.sion, his lips curled in a wicked grin.

She smiled at him. "I'm going to get naked while you watch. Then I'm going to do whatever I want with you."

He looked impatient, but not in a frightening way. No, she rather enjoyed the fact that he wanted her. His body strained against the bonds, his hips rising and falling. "Get on with it then. I want you to touch me. I want your body all over me."

Barely able to make her shaky hands work, she fumbled with the ties on her dress, finally loosening them and letting the dress fall to the floor.

"You're beautiful." His whisper echoed in the quiet room, making her aware of herself in a way she hadn't been for years. She looked down at her body, unable to believe he thought her beautiful. She'd thought herself ugly and disfigured for so long.

She shook her head, not believing him, not wanting to believe him. She wasn't beautiful, she was scarred. Inside and out. She hesitated, watching him.

"You are beautiful," he said again. "Those scars on your back are nothing. The only one who finds them ugly is you. Now come here and work your magic on me. I need to come, Morgan. I need you to make me come because I can't do it myself."

Hesitating no longer, she approached the bed and climbed on, starting out by sitting next to him, her hip barely touching his.

She reached a tentative hand out and stroked his bare shoulder, trailing her fingertips along his collarbone and down his chest to circle his dark nipples. They hardened under her fingertips. Her own nipples followed suit, aching for his mouth, his fingers.

Slowly, she touched him everywhere, careful to avoid his erection. She wanted to draw out the moment, having this freedom to enjoy touching a man's body again without fear. Had she ever really known what that was like? David had been an act-everything about him, even at the beginning. He'd set her up and then used her desires against her. She'd never once been in control.

Now she was. And she loved Tony's reactions to her touch. When she found a sensitive area he'd suck in his breath, his body tensing under her hands. Tony had a lot of erogenous zones. His nipples, definitely. But also the backs of his knees, his upper thighs, and under his arms. His erection seemed to grow every time she touched a particular area. Come glistened on the tip of his p.e.n.i.s, calling to her, begging for her hand or mouth to sweep it away.

But still, she waited, wanting to prolong his pleasure, and her own.

She'd waited three years for this moment. h.e.l.l, she'd waited twenty-seven years for it.

"Do you like the way I touch you?" she asked, looking into his eyes, so dark they were almost black.

"Yes," he said, his voice tight and raspy.

"Do you want me to touch your c.o.c.k, Tony?" Her hands hovered near his thighs, her nails lightly sc.r.a.ping against his skin.

"Yes, dammit. Touch it."

She reveled in the control he'd given her. It both humbled and thrilled her. But she'd tortured both of them long enough. Now it was time to get serious. Her body was afire with the need to lie skin to skin with him. Her thighs were soaked with her own juices, just like they'd been last night when she'd ridden his shaft until she came.

Soon she'd come again. And so would he.

"You make me hot, Tony," she admitted, wanting him to know what he'd done for her. "Hotter than I've ever been before. So hot I could come in seconds if I touched myself."

He panted, hard, but didn't speak.

"But I won't. You're going to make me come, and more than once. And I'm going to make you come so hard you scream."

"Do it," he said.

Thunder rumbled long and low outside, the skies almost black. The wind howled, the trees las.h.i.+ng against the side of the house.

Outside the storm was violent.

Inside, the maelstrom was just beginning.

She straddled him and leaned over, touching her lips lightly to his. He opened his mouth and she descended on him, her tongue eagerly entering and twining with his. It was hot, pa.s.sionate and nearly overwhelming. He tasted sweet and salty and she wanted to devour every inch of him.

Trailing kisses down his neck and over his shoulder, she found a well-muscled spot and bit lightly, her body shuddering at his low growl. She sensed the barely leashed control of an animal, and loved that she brought out such pa.s.sion in him.

She scooted lower, tangling her fingers in the crisp, curling hair of his chest. He gasped when her tongue circled an erect nipple and she drew it into her mouth to lightly suck on it.

"Christ!" he bit out through clenched teeth, and she looked up at him and smiled.

She moved down his body, rubbing her cheek against the fine down of fur on his lower belly. Raking her nails over his ribs and abdomen, she was thrilled by the feel of his shuddering as her mouth drew closer to his pulsing shaft.

Pausing, she met his hot gaze, licking her lips in antic.i.p.ation of what was to come.

He flexed his hips, his erection stroking her cheek, and still she waited. Waited for him to lose control. It didn't take long, especially when she stroked his inner thigh with her tongue.

"Suck me, G.o.ddamit!" he commanded.

Morgan's p.u.s.s.y flooded with liquid heat at his words. She turned her head, keeping her eyes fixed on his, and lightly licked the salty drops of fluid from the tip of his p.e.n.i.s.

Tony groaned and pulled at the bonds at his wrists.

"You taste salty, like your skin," she said, taking a couple more swipes of the swollen head with her tongue.

"Suck it, Morgan," he said again. "Wrap your mouth around my c.o.c.k and suck. Hard."

"Your wish is my command." She took his shaft in her mouth.

Chapter Eight.

Tony grit his teeth and fisted the sheets with his hands, desperately wanting to loosen the knotted scarves around his wrist. He wanted to bury his hands in Morgan's hair and move her head over his aching c.o.c.k. He wanted to cup her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, rub his fingers over her nipples, slide his hands through the red curls between her legs and sample the wetness pouring from her.

Mostly he just wanted to touch her-everywhere.

Her mouth was made for pleasuring him. Watching the erotic play of her long tongue over the throbbing head of his shaft had him nearly losing it and coming all over her beautiful face. Through sheer force of will he held back, not wanting this erotic torture to end too soon.

If he had to watch her lips and tongue laving his p.e.n.i.s much longer, though, he'd be shooting into her mouth in seconds.

"Morgan," he managed through rapid pants, "Let me touch you with my tongue."

She stopped and looked at him. "I'm busy here," she replied, grinning wickedly.

"Dammit, then let me lick you. Turn around here and put your p.u.s.s.y over my mouth."

She sat back on her heels and tilted her head to the side. Her body was flushed, her nipples distended, her mouth wet from sucking him.

"Look, I can't touch you, I'm tied up, remember?" He emphasized his point by pulling against his bonds. "Let me lick you, baby."

Morgan shuddered at his words, her body so fired up she'd gladly do whatever it took to have Tony send her over the edge.

"How?" she asked him.

"Turn around and get on your knees. Then suck me while I lick you."

Juices of arousal poured between her legs. Her mind imagined Tony's hot tongue lapping them up while his mouth surrounded her c.l.i.t and drove her to ecstasy.

She nodded and quickly turned around, backing up toward his mouth.

When her face was eye level with his burgeoning shaft and she felt his breath against her opening, she knew she'd arrived at the right spot.

"You have a beautiful p.u.s.s.y, Morgan," she heard him say.

"And you have a thick, tasty c.o.c.k," she murmured, running the tip of her tongue against the purple head. He arched his back and slid more of him into her waiting mouth. She sucked, lapping up his precome with her tongue before taking his shaft deep into her mouth, gently pressing her lips against him, wanting to prolong his pleasure.

And still, she had more of him to fit in there. She relaxed her throat and opened it wide while gliding him past her reflex.

Tony bucked off the bed and hissed a groan as she swallowed him. She stroked the head with the back of her throat.

"Christ, that's tight," he said.

She was so preoccupied with pleasuring him she'd forgotten about him being so close to her p.u.s.s.y. Until he took one long swipe of her with his hot tongue.

The sensation was exquisite. She gasped and held still while he applied long, soft licks around her c.l.i.t, lapping up her juices and making her cry out from the pleasure. If she hadn't had a mouthful of Tony at the time she would have screamed in sheer delight. As it was she could only groan against his shaft.

Which made him groan in turn.

The tandem oral coupling was like nothing she'd ever experienced. s.e.x with David had been all about David, and not about her pleasures. The mere thought of pleasing her hadn't crossed his mind once. But this-this was heaven on earth. The feel of Tony's tongue and lips tenderly stroking her sensitive c.l.i.t made her mouth clamp down harder around his shaft. It was, she thought wryly, t.i.t for tat, in the best possible way.

She braced her hands on the sides of his thighs and pushed back, wanting more of his tongue on her, inside her, all over her. The only thing she didn't like about this incredibly erotic position was the fact she couldn't watch him lick and suck her. That she'd save for another time. Then again, not being able to watch let her focus on his p.e.n.i.s, and on her own intense feelings of pleasure.

She pulled away from his shaft several times to tell him his tongue felt great, or to guide him to a particularly sensitive area. Obviously eager to please her, he complied.

The feelings were nearly unbearable-when he moved his head from side to side, she bobbed her head using the same speed and intensity, feeling like they shared a dance of sorts. A sensuous, erotic, synchronized dance. So hot, so pa.s.sionate it made her legs quiver.

She leaned forward and captured one of his b.a.l.l.s in her mouth. The skin was so soft there, and he moaned when she ran her tongue along the seam between the two sacs. She alternated licking his b.a.l.l.s and swallowing his shaft as far as her throat would allow, all the while his tongue performed wicked magic on her throbbing p.u.s.s.y.

"Tony," she rasped, stroking his c.o.c.k with her hands as she felt her o.r.g.a.s.m build. "Now."

He fit his lips over her c.l.i.t and sucked gently. The first wave made her tremble, then when it reached full force she screamed, arching her back and pus.h.i.+ng her mound against his face. He licked rapidly through the spasms until she collapsed on his belly, struggling for breath.

Her hand still held his p.e.n.i.s in a firm grip. She looked up and smiled. She'd continued to stroke him through her shattering o.r.g.a.s.m. Then she half turned to see him, his dark gaze penetrating her, his eyes half closed as she rhythmically stroked him.