Passion In Paradise 2: Paradise Revival

by Jaci Burton

  “Is it good, baby?” he teased, wanting to prolong her ecstasy as long as possible, knowing the longer she waited, the better it would be.

  “Yes. Yes, oh yes it’s good. Please, Tony. Make me come now. Please.”

  Figuring he’d tormented her long enough, he slipped one finger inside her and captured her clit with his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until she ground her sweet pussy against his face.

  “Yes, that’s it! I’m coming!”

  Arching her back, her pussy contracted tight against his finger and her juices poured out onto his hand. She screamed, a prolonged howl of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. Her body jerked with the force of her orgasm but he held on, riding out the storm with her, continuing to drink up her come as it gushed forth. Finally, she relaxed her hips to the bed and the pulses inside her subsided. Tony lapped up her juices, loath to leave the erotic spot between her legs. But there was more to come. They’d just begun. He crawled up to lay beside her.

  She reached for him and cradled her hands on either side of his face, pulling him to her mouth for a heated kiss. She focused on his lips, licking all her sweet honey off him. Fuck, that was erotic as hell. Never before had a woman done that. Morgan Brown was one incredible woman.

  Apparently one insatiable woman, too, since the next words out of her mouth were, “Fuck me, Tony. Now.”

  Chapter Ten

  Morgan hoped Tony had stamina, because she had years of lost sex to make up for. Judging from the way her body reacted to him, it planned on making up all three years in less than a week.

  At his wide-eyed look she smiled. “Tired?”

  He arched a brow. “Are you kidding? I’m never too tired to fuck. Especially someone as hot as you.”

  His words kicked her sensuality level into overdrive. She simply couldn’t get enough of him. He’d brought her to the brink and sent her over the edge so many times already in the past few days, she couldn’t believe she still had any energy left.

  “Your mouth is incredible,” she said, still tasting herself on his lips as she lightly flicked her tongue over his.

  He sucked in a breath. “You taste like honey. Honey that poured all over me when you came.”

  Her nipples tightened and budded as he brushed his thumbs over them. “I can’t tell you what it feels like to have a man’s hands on me again. Thank you.”

  She could hardly believe the tenderness she read in his eyes, but there it was.

  “My pleasure. Thank you.”

  Cocking her head to the side, she asked, “For what?”

  “For letting me be the first man to touch you again.”

  How could a man like him exist? So full of life, fun and potent sexuality, he was perfect for her. But also totally wrong. She didn’t need or want a man again. Having been one man’s prisoner for five years was enough to last her a lifetime. And then she’d spent three years in sexual solitude. Now her lonely days were over. And so were the days of being committed to one man.

  She was free. Free to explore her sexuality with as many men as she chose.

  Right now she chose Tony.

  “So, about that sex…” she said again.

  He grinned and leaped off the bed, taking her hand and dragging her with him.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Outside.”

  She dug in her heels near the front door. “Outside? It’s raining.”

  “So? It’s warm out there and I want some air.”

  She shook her head and followed him through the front door. He led her to the porch swing and sat down, pulling her onto his lap. The sun was beginning to rise, its light barely visible through the relentless rainstorm. But Tony was right. It was hot and humid. She inhaled the clean fragrance of Mother Nature’s shower.

  “Beautiful out here,” he whispered against her ear, then took a nibble of her earlobe.

  Morgan shivered and nodded. “Yes. Quiet, peaceful. One of the things I love most about living here. No rush, no hurry. Life is relaxed and happens at its own pace.”

  He brushed his hand over her tangled hair.

  “I probably look a mess,” she said, trying to smooth the flying tendrils back.

  Tony held her wrist. “Don’t. You look beautiful. Tousled, messy and sexy as hell.”

  She sighed and leaned back against him, letting him push the swing and glide them both. The rhythmic movements along with the warm rain lulled her into a completely relaxed state. Her eyelids felt heavy and fluttered closed. She’d just rest against his chest for a minute or two until she got her second wind. After all, they had been up all night.

  The next thing she knew the sun was peeking through the last of the clouds. The rains had lessened to a light shower, and she was still curled up on Tony’s lap, her head on his shoulder and his arms tightly wound around her. She looked up at him and smiled. He was asleep.

  Long, curling black lashes rested against his cheeks, his hair unkempt like hers. God he was gorgeous. She took the opportunity to examine his face up close. He was sculpted like a statue with prominent cheekbones and a straight nose, full lips a woman would pay money to have and those sinfully long eyelashes.

  He opened his eyes and smiled sleepily at her. “We fell asleep.”

  She nodded. “Yes. I don’t know for how long, though.”

  “You snore,” he said with a wink.

  “I do not!” She pushed against him and stood, then stretched her sore muscles.

  He laughed at her. “Yeah, you do. Little girlie snores. Kinda cute.”

  Instead of a response she glared at him, but he looked at her with such a goofy expression she couldn’t hide her smile.

  “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 assistant 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 assistant 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 shivered.

  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 butt. 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 shining. 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 sexual adventures you were going to take me to.”

  “Thought I was showing you a
little sexual 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 cock into your hot pussy 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 fuck 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 sexy that is?”

  “What?”

  “Seeing your beautiful pussy under that dress. You don’t wear panties, do you?”

  “Not unless necessary. Actually I don’t wear clothes that often at home.”

  “Damn,” he whispered, more to himself, she thought, than her. “That’s just fucking hot, babe.”

  He reached down and thumbed her clit, 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.

  “Fuck me.”

  “Now?”

  “Yes.” She moaned as he pressed his thumb against her clit, 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 fuck you this way since the first time I saw you in your sexy little dresses.” He slid the dress up over her hips, exposing her buttocks. “You have a gorgeous ass, 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 buttocks. “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 breasts and pull the top of her dress down. He tweaked her nipples until she cried out from the pleasure. His erection pressed against her buttocks 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 cock 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 clit, 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 cock, moistening her cunt to provide him ample lubrication to stroke. And stroke he did, slowly at first, pushing 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 cock, 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 pussy’s squeezing me,” he said against her cheek. “You wanna come on my cock, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she said through gritted teeth, trying to hold back the orgasm that threatened to spill. “Fuck 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 orgasm that raged around his shaft. Pleasure pulses continued to well and peak until with surprise she yelled out again.

  “Oh, God, Tony I’m coming again!”

  He increased his thrusts. She shuddered beneath him, her mind awash in the sensations of the double orgasm. 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 orgasms.

  “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 cock faster, his tight balls banging against her clit. She held back, knowing he was close, wanting to get there with him, until she felt him tense. Then she let go, allowing her orgasm to pull him more deeply inside her, her pussy milking him. He let out a wild moan as he came inside her and she bucked against him, w
anting 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 shore, 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.

  “Ditto. How about a little splash and play in the water?”

  Her body craved the cool relief. Tony stood and hauled her up beside him, with one fluid motion pulling the sundress from her body. He grabbed her hands and ran for the waves. Morgan laughed loudly when he dove in with a belly flop.

  They swam out a few yards, enjoying the refreshingly cool ocean water. Then they stepped onto the beach and grabbed their clothes.

  “I suppose we need to go back to the house,” he said, his voice tinged with regret.

  “I guess so.” Although the thought of living on the beach naked for the rest of their lives held more than a little appeal at the moment.

  She turned to head back but his hand on her wrist stopped her. When she paused he pulled her into his arms and crushed her mouth with his, tangling his tongue with hers in a passion loaded kiss that spoke volumes without words.

  “I know,” she said, not certain if what they felt was the same thing, but knowing that they’d each experienced something monumental here on the beach. For her, it was an emotional renewal, a connection she never thought she’d feel with a man again.

  For him, she wasn’t certain, and was too afraid of finding out the answer to even think about asking.

  Chapter Eleven

  Tony paced his bedroom, knowing he’d have to go out there sooner or later. Morgan was waiting for him so they could head back to the resort.

  Maybe spending all this time having sex with Morgan was scrambling his brain, but the longer he spent here, the closer he came to doing exactly what he swore he’d never do.