If he had to watch her lips and tongue laving his penis 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 pussy 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 clit 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 pussy, Morgan," she heard him say.
"And you have a thick, tasty cock," 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 pussy. 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 clit, 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. Sex 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 clit made her mouth clamp down harder around his shaft. It was, she thought wryly, tit 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 penis, 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 passionate it made her legs quiver.
She leaned forward and captured one of his balls 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 balls and swallowing his shaft as far as her throat would allow, all the while his tongue performed wicked magic on her throbbing pussy.
"Tony," she rasped, stroking his cock with her hands as she felt her orgasm build. "Now."
He fit his lips over her clit and sucked gently. The first wave made her tremble, then when it reached full force she screamed, arching her back and pushing 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 penis in a firm grip. She looked up and smiled. She'd continued to stroke him through her shattering orgasm. Then she half turned to see him, his dark gaze penetrating her, his eyes half closed as she rhythmically stroked him.
She turned and faced him, bending down between his legs so he could watch her mouth descend on his cock. He leveled such an intense look on her it made her shiver with renewed desire.
He'd given her the orgasm 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 balls and slid her mouth down over his shaft, snaking her tongue over the underside of his rigid member.
"You're so damn good at that," he said, lifting his hips to fit more of his cock into her mouth.
She sucked him greedily, lapping up the salty juices that spilled over her lips, knowing he was close, feeling his balls 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 cock as his body stiffened in orgasm. 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 sex, 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 sexuality 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 assumed. So far they'd had great sex together. She had no reason to think that would change.
She just had to get her mind focused on sex strictly for physical pleasure. She'd never been very good at keeping emotions separated from sex. 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 sex 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, "Hell yeah, I want more."
A sweet ache started all over again between her legs. Morgan straddled him, positioning her cunt 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 sex--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 cock 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.