"Sweet," he whispered against her mouth. "Like berries."
He tasted of wine and man. Powerful and potent. Her blood roared to life and soared through her, pumping energy and desire between her legs, moistening her, readying her for him.
Not yet. Oh, God she wanted to, but not yet. Just this, Tony kissing her, his hands playing softly against her back, the silk of her robe rubbing against her aching skin, was almost unbearable in its sweetness.
"Touch me," he said as he lifted his head, his dark gaze penetrating her.
His pulsing erection pressed against her mound and she could have wept from the pleasure. Not once since he'd touched her had she pulled away or felt afraid.
She slipped her hand between them, her fingers pressing into the muscles of his chest. Rock hard. So was his stomach.
And lower. She palmed his erection over his shorts, delighting in his sharp intake of breath. He was huge. Hard and hot and ready.
"I've wanted your hand on my cock since the first moment I met you," he rasped.
A glimmer of the control she used to relish flamed to life inside her. That feeling of power when she held a man's shaft in her hand and knew that he wanted her, that he wanted to shove it into her as far as it would go.
That invincible feeling was a lifetime ago. She knew she had no control, she never had. It had all been an illusion.
She dropped her hand to the side and made to turn away, but Tony grasped her wrist. She let out a shocked gasp, adrenalin rushing through her. But he only smiled and kissed the pulse point at her wrist.
"Your touch felt good, Morgan. Don't stop."
He released her wrist and laid her arm back at her side. She realized then he really was giving her the control. If she wanted to turn and walk away, he wouldn't try to stop her.
Which only made her want to stay, to continue her exploration, to find out where it could lead.
She looked up at him, saw the restraint in his clenched jaw and rigid posture, knew what it cost him to let her play like this. And she trusted him. He wouldn't hurt her, she knew it. He wouldn't touch her unless she asked him to.
"I want to feel your cock in my hands," she said, then leaned over and pulled his shorts down. His rod sprung forward into her waiting hand.
She closed her fingers around it, felt its life force pulsing against her palm, and stroked the length of him.
He sucked in a breath and let out a low moan. He looked like a wolf, his head thrown back as if preparing to howl at the moon overhead. Then he dropped his gaze, his eyes holding her.
And she stroked again, then circled her thumb over the tip of his erection. Silken drops of precome spilled over her fingers. She drew her fingers to her mouth and licked the salty fluid. Tony's eyes never left her face, his gaze focused on her mouth.
"You taste good," she said, licking his essence off her fingers before grasping him again and squeezing his shaft.
Morgan leaned into him, resting her hip against his thigh as she stroked him from base to tip. The heavy feel of him in her hands was a powerful aphrodisiac. Her desire poured between her legs and down her thighs.
"You smell like sweet sex," he said, alternately watching her hand and looking at her eyes. "The fact you're turned on makes me even hotter."
"I'm wet," she admitted. Which was an understatement. She was soaked, primed and ready for his shaft.
"I know. Do you know how hard it is not to drop to my knees and lick that juice from between your legs? To hear your cries and whimpers as I love you with my tongue?"
She quickened her strokes. "Yes, I know how hard it is, " she teased. But his words seared through her, making her ache for his hands, his mouth, his shaft. And she'd have them all. Soon. Very, very soon.
"I want you to come with me," he said, his hips jerking forward to propel his shaft between her hands.
But she wasn't ready for him to touch her like that. "I...I can't. Not yet."
"Yeah you can. You can come for me, and I won't touch you."
He removed her hand and led her to the chaise lounge on the deck. He lay down on his back and looked up at her.
"Sit on me," he said. "Straddle me and rub your pussy against my cock. Ride me until you come."
Her legs buckled and she felt weak, whether from fear or excitement she couldn't tell. All she knew was the invitation was too good to pass up. She throbbed, she pulsed, she was wet and near to coming already. It wouldn't take much to send her right over the cliff.
Tony gripped the sides of the chaise, letting her know that he wouldn't try to touch her. Hesitantly she dropped the robe, her heart soaring at the look of male appreciation in his hot gaze. His eyes raked over her body, settled on her breasts until her nipples hardened as if his look were a caress. Then he glanced lower, between her legs, and smiled when his gaze met hers again.
"You have a gorgeous body," he said.
She knew she had wide hips and her butt was a little bubbly. She did have nice breasts, though, and was glad he appreciated her womanly body. "It's okay," she replied.
He frowned. "You don't believe me. Baby, you've got a woman's body. All curvy and full, just the way I like it. If I wanted to fuck a woman who looked like a twelve-year-old boy I'd go search out a fashion model. I wanna fuck a real woman. I wanna fuck you."
She reveled in the sweet ache of joy at the honesty in his words, and stepped toward him. He didn't move or speak as she spread her legs. He tilted his head to the side and peered between her legs, then when he looked up at her he licked his lips.
A promise. She couldn't wait.
Leaning down, she straddled him, anticipating the moment when her wet pussy would touch his rigid penis.
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 hit her clit 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 pussy 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 cock, 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 cock against her.
No, even when she'd still been young and exuberantly learning about her newfound sexuality, 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, hell 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 gratitude at his patience with her.
The sensations were like fireworks, shooting off inside her every time her sensitive clit rubbed against the ridged head of his swollen penis. 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 penis 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 orgasm 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 cock between her hands. She turned her hands, one going clockwise and the other counterclockwise, twisting his throbbing shaft.
"Fuck, 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 passing moment she was beginning to think that was a distinct possibility.
Grasping his tight balls 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 cock deeper into her palm.
Some day he'd thrust deep into her pussy like that.
She couldn't wait for that day.
Chapter Seven
Tony stretched and rolled over, sneering at the time on the clock. Hell, it felt like he'd just gone to bed.
He had, only a couple hours ago. His ass would be dragging today.
But last night had been worth it. One small glimpse of Morgan coming out of her shell 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. God 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.