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She arched her back and whimpered when he fit his mouth over one pointed peak, then drew the nub inside and sucked. He held her nipple in the warmth of his mouth and tweaked it with his tongue until she threaded her hands into his hair and pushed his mouth down harder. Taking that as a signal he suckled her deeply, then did the same to the other nipple until she was gasping for breath.
"Please, Tony," she said against his mouth as he took her lips in a hot kiss. "Please, now."
"Not yet, baby." The sweet, honeyed scent of her sexual desire filled the room. She was hot and ready.
But he wanted to make her more ready. He placed a pillow under her head and blazed a trail from her breasts to her belly, looking up occasionally to find her gaze following his actions. He smiled at her, then moved lower until his chin brushed the soft curls between her legs.
He settled in between her thighs. Searching her face for any sign of hesitation, he was satisfied to see her eyes glaze over with passion, her tongue swirling across her lips in anticipation. He bent down and inhaled her musky scent, which nearly drove him over the edge. His cock slid against her satiny sheets, and he imagined the feel would be similar to nestling between her legs. Soon. Very soon. But first, he had to taste her again.
This time she'd be able to watch.
He slid his fingers through the red curls on her mound. The rest of her was bare, which excited the hell out of him. Her labia was sleek, moist, the vanilla-tinged scent of her arousal driving him crazy. And she was wet. Very wet. Her juices glistened against the outer lips and he couldn't resist the urge to lean in and lap them up with his tongue. The first touch of his tongue against her skin had her moaning. The little mewling whimpers she made were sexy as hell.
Pressing a soft kiss to her silken mound, he licked her, softly, gently, until her breathing quickened with her rapid gasps. Then he covered her clit with his mouth and sucked the hardened nub inside. He held on while her hips bucked against him, taking her movements as affirmation that he was hitting her hot spots.
Her hand found its way to his head, guiding his movements as he pleasured her. She liked the action around her clit, he noticed, especially when he sucked it between his lips. Then she'd rock against him and try to push more of her hot pussy into his mouth. He licked up her juices greedily, her sweet, musky taste making him nearly delirious to plunge his shaft into such sweet flesh.
"God, Tony, I can't stand it," she said, her head thrashing from side to side as he quickened his pace. When he plunged his tongue inside her opening she bucked off the bed and groaned like a wild woman out of control.
Oh yeah. He definitely liked seeing her out of control. Her hands threaded through his hair and yanked him against her soaked pussy, guiding his movements as he took her near the brink. Then he stopped. She looked down at him, her eyes glassy, her bottom lip clenched between her teeth. "Don't stop," she whimpered. "Please, don't stop."
"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."
