Paradise Revival Part 14

"I'm starving. How 'bout you?" he asked.

Holding her hand against her rumbling stomach, she nodded. "Let's have breakfast."

"Or lunch. Or dinner. Or whatever time it is."

They stepped inside and Morgan quickly called the resort to determine the status. As usual her a.s.sistant manager, Tara, had everything under control and told Morgan not to worry.

"Everything okay?" Tony asked when Morgan stepped into the kitchen. He had already started the bacon and eggs and she stepped beside him to make juice.

"Fine. My a.s.sistant does a great job when I'm not there. They don't need me at all."

"Good. More time for me to be alone with you, then."

He leaned over and nuzzled her neck, then slid his tongue along her collarbone. She s.h.i.+vered.

They stood at the counter and made breakfast. Naked. Morgan enjoyed every minute of it, especially when Tony leaned over and kissed her, or touched her, or grabbed her b.u.t.t. If anyone would have told her a week ago that she'd be sharing an intimate breakfast in the nude with her lover, she'd have said they were insane.

He'd changed her so quickly. His patience, his gentleness, had brought her back to life. She'd never be able to thank him for what he'd done for her.

After breakfast they threw on a minimal amount of clothing and stepped outside to take a look at the road. Tony wanted to walk instead of driving, despite Morgan's warnings they would sink into the mud. He didn't seem to care. In fact, he held her hand as they traversed the mucky path leading into the rain forest.

Steam rose from the ground to cover them in a fine mist. Morgan was used to the lack of cool air to breathe, but she was certain Tony wasn't. Either way, he didn't complain, just kept hold of her hand and led her through the path.

"This looks too muddy to make it with the golf cart," he said, pointing to their feet sinking deeply into the mud.

"I know. But at least the rain's stopped and the sun is s.h.i.+ning. Hopefully, by tomorrow it'll be dry enough to get through." She needed to get back to the resort. Not that she didn't trust Tara, but she felt it was her responsibility to be there for her guests.

"Yeah, me too. I'd hate to miss those s.e.xual adventures you were going to take me to."

"Thought I was showing you a little s.e.xual adventure right here," she teased.

He stopped and dragged her into his arms to plant a hot kiss on her lips. Her tongue

twined with his, her temperature rising in a way that had nothing to do with the

steamy jungle.

"I never got to sink my c.o.c.k into your hot p.u.s.s.y again last night," he said as he dragged his lips from hers.

"No, you didn't." Her hands slid over his shoulders and cupped his face, drawing him down to hers for more of his delicious kisses. His budding erection wiggled between them.

She pulled away and smiled. "Would you like some of that right now?"

He didn't answer, just pulled her into the dense forest. She didn't speak, trusting he knew where he was going.

They came to a clearing and stepped out onto a small sandy beach. The sun glinted

off the ocean, signaling the last of the storm. The sand was already dry

"Ever made love on the beach?" he asked, his eyes darkening in a way already familiar to her.

"No."

"Want to?"

"Oh, yes."

They rinsed their muddy feet in the ocean water, then Tony led her to a shady spot

underneath a hanging palm frond. He yanked off his shorts and dropped them on the sand, taking her hands and easing her down on top of them. She started to pull off her sundress but he stopped her.

"Don't. I want to f.u.c.k you with your dress on."

A sweet ache pounded between her legs as moisture gathered there, readying her for him. Tony's shaft was erect and ready for her, and she hadn't even touched him yet.

He kneeled in front of her and captured her mouth in a heated kiss that left her breathless and panting. She spread her legs and he positioned himself between them, but didn't enter her.

What was he waiting for? Couldn't he see she was ready? But he left his hands on her knees and peered down between her legs, then looked at her.

"Do you know how s.e.xy that is?"

"What?"

"Seeing your beautiful p.u.s.s.y under that dress. You don't wear panties, do you?"

"Not unless necessary. Actually I don't wear clothes that often at home."

"d.a.m.n," he whispered, more to himself, she thought, than her. "That's just f.u.c.king hot, babe."

He reached down and thumbed her c.l.i.t, sending spirals of hot desire flooding through her. She lifted her hips and he penetrated her moist folds with his fingers, sliding one, then two, gently in and out until she was panting.

Watching him do that to her was tearing her apart. Could he feel the sweet pulses inside her?

"Tony, please."

"Please, what?" he teased, his free hand reaching out to find her nipple. It puckered and stood up against her dress.

"f.u.c.k me."

"Now?"

"Yes." She moaned as he pressed his thumb against her c.l.i.t, drawing lazy circles that

made her crazy with need.

"Turn around."

He withdrew his hand and turned her over, then pulled her up onto her hands and

knees. He leaned over her back and asked, "Do you like it this way?"

Morgan spoke through the shudder of excitement rumbling through her. "Yes."

"Good. Because I've been wanting to f.u.c.k you this way since the first time I saw

you in your s.e.xy little dresses." He slid the dress up over her hips, exposing her

b.u.t.tocks. "You have a gorgeous a.s.s, Morgan."

Part of her wanted to reach back and pull the dress over her scars. Despite the fact she loved the position, the evidence of her beatings would be exposed to his line of vision. Knowing what he'd be looking at disturbed her.

Until he bent down and kissed them, ran his tongue over each and every one of the thin, pale scars, and brought genuine tears to her eyes that she was thankful he couldn't see. She blinked them back before they spilled onto the sand.

"You're beautiful, Morgan," he said, running his hands over her back and b.u.t.tocks. "Such a perfect body, full and lush and just the way I like it."

She believed him. Whether she should or not, she didn't know. What she did know was at this moment she needed to believe his words were sincere.

His hands captured her attention and all thoughts of her scars disappeared. He touched her all over, squeezing her hips and reaching around to cup her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and pull the top of her dress down. He tweaked her nipples until she cried out from the pleasure. His erection pressed against her b.u.t.tocks and she leaned forward so he could guide it toward her aching slit.

"You ready baby?" he asked.

"Yes." She was ready. More than ready. Ready now, dammit.

He probed between her legs, settling the head of his thick c.o.c.k against her opening, then teased her by moving it back and forth over her pulsing core. When she would have shouted in protest he rubbed it gently against her c.l.i.t, the rhythmic strokes of the velvety head sending a rush of pleasure through her.

"Oh, yes," she gasped, backing against him to feel more of the sensual stroking.

"I think you like that," he whispered, then pulled away.

"Stop teasing me!" she demanded, tired of being tormented with such sweet pain.

"Yes ma'am."

He chuckled, then settled against her, slowly gliding his shaft inside. He sunk inside her inch by glorious inch, stretching her, filling her until he was buried deep.

Her body instantly accommodated him, pulsing and contracting around his thick c.o.c.k, moistening her c.u.n.t to provide him ample lubrication to stroke. And stroke he did, slowly at first, pus.h.i.+ng deep until he brushed her most sensitive spot, then withdrawing. Her body clasped onto his shaft, reluctant to let him depart her depths.

It was exquisite, torture of the highest magnitude, and yet the single most pleasurable moment of her life. She fought the urge to climax all over his c.o.c.k, not wanting this moment to end.

"Christ, you're tight, baby," he said, leaning over her back to pull her hair away from her neck. Dropping a kiss to the nape of her neck, he growled against her skin and she shuddered. He nipped at her shoulder, sinking his teeth lightly into her flesh, nearly sending her over the edge.

"Your p.u.s.s.y's squeezing me," he said against her cheek. "You wanna come on my c.o.c.k, don't you?"

"Yes," she said through gritted teeth, trying to hold back the o.r.g.a.s.m that threatened to spill. "f.u.c.k me. Harder."

"Let it go, baby," he urged. "Come on me. You know I love it when you spread your sweet juices all over me."

She arched her back as the spasms wracked through her, then let out a loud moan of incredible pleasure, nearly unable to bear the o.r.g.a.s.m that raged around his shaft. Pleasure pulses continued to well and peak until with surprise she yelled out again.

"Oh, G.o.d, Tony I'm coming again!"

He increased his thrusts. She shuddered beneath him, her mind awash in the sensations of the double o.r.g.a.s.m. Barely able to breathe let alone speak, she let it flow through her, let the sensations take her along in a tidal wave of the most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced.

It took her a few moments to function again. Tony had slowed his movements, now pumping gently and slowly inside her. Her juices dripped down her legs, testifying to the intensity of her multiple o.r.g.a.s.ms.

"Mmm," he murmured, turning her chin to the side to press a kiss against her face. And still he moved inside her, relentlessly disciplined in his thrusts until she felt the tension build again.

"This time, I'm coming with you," he rasped, straightening and grabbing onto her sundress with his hand. His fingers dug into her sensitive flesh, which only served to heighten the sensation of pleasure his shaft provided.

He rode her hard, pumping his c.o.c.k faster, his tight b.a.l.l.s banging against her c.l.i.t. She held back, knowing he was close, wanting to get there with him, until she felt him tense. Then she let go, allowing her o.r.g.a.s.m to pull him more deeply inside her, her p.u.s.s.y milking him. He let out a wild moan as he came inside her and she bucked against him, wanting to squeeze every last drop out of him as he had done to her.

Morgan dropped to the warm sand and Tony eased on top of her, holding his sweat-slickened body against her, but not pressing any weight upon her. Then he slid to the side and pulled her into his arms.

They lay that way for a while, both of them panting for breath in the steamy, humid air. The ocean waves crashed near the sh.o.r.e, the clouds parting to reveal a blistering hot sun.

"We're sticky and I'm covered with sand," she announced when she could finally manage to speak.