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"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 her 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.
