by Jaci Burton
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 s
hould 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.
"Will you fuck me now, Tony?" she asked, pressing her throbbing clit against the rigid head of his shaft.
"Yeah, baby, I'll fuck you. Wrap your hot pussy around me."
There was nothing she wanted more than that. But first, she needed to feel his mouth against hers. She leaned over, her nipples tingling when they brushed over the crisp hairs of his chest.
Hovering inches away from his mouth, she inhaled the musky scent of her own pleasure still lingering on his lips. She slid her tongue lightly over his lower lip. "You taste like me."
Her heart clenched when he responded with, "Like wild, sweet honey. I love your taste, Morgan."
Arousal built inside her, and she pressed her mouth to his, her hands traveling lower until she grasped his shaft and readied herself to take him in.
He murmured against her lips, "Do it baby," then reached for her mouth. She touched her tongue against his at the same moment she eased down onto his shaft.
Tears welled in her eyes when she felt his huge cock enter her. She was so tight she felt like a virgin being stretched open for the first time.
"Are you okay?"
She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. "Yes. You're so big, Tony. And it's been so long."
"Just take it slow."
She did, inch by incredible inch. And oh, it was such heaven, feeling him fill her completely. Spasms contracted inside her, her juices providing ample lubrication. She began to move over him, lifting her hips and slowly dipping down again.
Tony groaned into her mouth. "Yeah, like that...just like that. Christ, Morgan, your pussy's so hot, so tight, squeezing me, milking me."
His raspy words of encouragement and praise sweetened the already near unbearable pleasure of his shaft filling her. She gasped, pushing upright so she sat fully on top of him, his shaft buried to the hilt inside her.
"You like that big cock filling your pussy, don't you?" His hungry eyes devoured her.
"Yes, " she moaned, nearly delirious with the sensation.
"Then ride it, Morgan. Fuck me."
Lifting her hips, she pulled up until only half of his long shaft remained inside her. Then she slammed down hard, shuddering with the sweet pain of his cock head hitting her womb. She braced her hands against his chest, tangling her fingers in the curling nest of hair she found, and rode him hard. She couldn't help but wish his hands were free to grab her breasts and squeeze them, or to dig his fingers into her hips and lift her up and down his magnificent shaft.
Morgan didn't want the moment to end, but her pussy was already tightening around his shaft, moisture pouring over his balls.
He lifted his hips and increased his thrusts, pounding his cock harder and faster inside her. "Come with me," he whispered, his gaze focused on her face.
She licked her lips and concentrated on Tony's movements within her. The storm lashed the windows outside with the rap of tree branches, Mother Nature's fury knowing no bounds as a maelstrom brewed around them. Morgan felt the same way--unleashed and free, able to channel her primitive energies into the storm raging deep inside.
"That's it, baby, you're almost there," he said. "Come with me. I wanna feel you come on my cock."
She couldn't hold back as the contractions overwhelmed her. Her pussy clamped strongly around Tony's shaft, wave after wave of delirious heaven squeezing every drop of pleasure out of her.
She arched her back and howled her pleasure.
With a loud groan and a final thrust, Tony pushed and held deep inside her. Morgan felt the pulsing contractions of his orgasm and squeezed him, tightening around him until he let out a string of yells as loud as the crashing thunder outside.
Exhausted, she fell onto his chest, listening to the frenetic pounding of his heart, so similar to her own raging beat.
When she could move again she reached over and untied his arms, then climbed off and sat at the bottom of the bed, watching him.
"That was amazing." Tony sat up and rubbed his wrists and flexed his fingers.
"Yes, it was." And now that it was over, Morgan didn't know what to say or do. Part of her wanted to ask him to hold her. It had been so long since a man had cradled her in his arms. The other part was either too shy or simply too afraid to let him put his arms around her. At least right now. But she trusted him so much more now than she had before, and with every passing moment she knew the next step would be to experience sex unbound--her and Tony together, with no barrier to him touching her.
She was ready for this. But when would it happen?
"So," he asked with a huge grin, "you ready for round two?"
Chapter Nine
Tony wondered what thoughts lurked inside Morgan's head. She sat at the edge of the bed chewing her lower lip, uncertainty knitting her brows. Hell, he'd only suggested another round of sex. It wasn't like he'd asked her to marry him.
"I'll be right back." She scooted off the bed and slipped on her robe, then left the room without another word.
Completely satiated, he laced his fingers behind his head and leaned against the pillows. Damn, but the woman was good in bed. He'd expected her to be reluctant, even a bit shy considering what she'd been through. But she was wild, and at that he suspected she'd held back a little.
Held back? God, if she really let loose she might kill him. He couldn't help the smirk plastered on his face at that thought. What a way to go. Fucked to death.
But now where was she? Should he get up and go after her? Was she upset? She hadn't seemed that way. Pensive, maybe, but not really upset.
And why the hell did he care? If he wasn't careful, next thing he'd be doing would be falling in love with her. His relationship with Morgan had to be all about sex, and nothing more. Emotion wouldn't, couldn't, come into play. She wasn't looking for a permanent relationship, and he wasn't either. So he had to keep reminding himself not to worry so much about how she felt about things. If she enjoyed the sex as much as he did, then great. If not, then they'd stop. No big deal.
Rain pelted the windows, the wind just as strong as it had been several hours ago. Well, if he was going to be stuck inside during a tropical rainstorm, at least he couldn't complain about the company.
Said company returned bearing a tray filled with cheese, fruits and drinks.
"Thought you might be hungry," she said.
Her hair was tousled and fell across he
r shoulders in red waves. Her cheeks were flushed and her smile lit up the storm-darkened room. She looked ravishing and made him hungry. But not for the goodies on the tray. He was starving for the delectable treats hidden underneath her robe.
Morgan sat on the edge of the bed, openly appraising his naked body, her eyes like a caress over him. She lifted a piece of sliced mango and slid it into his mouth. His cock sprang to life, twitching its way to a full erection in a record few seconds.
The taste was sweet, the juices running down his chin. Morgan surprised him by leaning in and licking the mango juice off his chin.
"Mmm, good," he said.
"You like mangoes?" she asked in a throaty voice that went straight to his penis.
"I like you licking me."
"I'll keep that in mind."
She followed up the mango by popping a few grapes into his mouth.
"I like this feeding thing. Makes me feel all powerful, like you're my slave."
Her blue eyes smoldered. "You like being the master, then?"
"Oh yeah. Then again, I didn't mind being tied up either. I'm pretty much an equal opportunity guy."
She laughed and it knifed through his senses, churning his insides.
"Tell me about your work," she asked.
"Nothing much to tell. I write."
"When did you decide to become a writer?" She handed him a glass of juice.
He took a long swallow, then shrugged. "I majored in journalism at NYU, convinced I was going to be the next Woodward or Bernstein."
"And you changed your mind?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I didn't like reporting news. It was boring." He hadn't thought about his old job in a long time, but talking about it now reminded him how much his goals had changed since college. What if he had stayed with the newspaper? Where would he be now?
"So, you decided to go freelance?"
"Yeah. I liked the idea of travel, and I didn't care much for being told how to write my articles. I don't deal with authority that well."
A smile curved her lips. "I could see that about you."
"You could?"
"Yeah." She slid a slice of mango into her mouth, the fruit disappearing slowly between her lips.
