Paradise Awakening

  Purposely leaving her panties off, she slipped on the black spandex micro mini skirt, knowing it barely covered her ass cheeks. Next she chose a tiger striped tank top that laced in the front. Near transparent, it stretched and clung to her breasts, accentuating her aroused nipples.

  Thank technology for Internet shopping, she thought. She'd never have found skimpy, sexy little clothes like these at her local shopping mall.

  Slipping on high heeled sandals that made her appear as if she were all legs, she took a glance in the full length mirror and didn't recognize the woman standing before her.

  Gone was Dr. Serena Graham, Professor of Literature. In her place stood Sexy Siren Serena, armed and ready for Oral Adventures.

  She was going to blow Michael's mind today, among other things. With a light hearted giggle she went in search of her prey.

  Chapter Six

  Michael followed behind Serena, watching that fiery ass of hers sway back and forth underneath the tight little skirt. With every step he caught a glimpse of the bottom of her ass.

  Fuck. She could make him go from zero to hard in an instant.

  When she'd stepped out of the bedroom he had to fight to keep from drooling. The skimpy little skirt and tight, tiger striped shirt that barely held her breasts in was pure torture.

  His throat went dry and his cock sprang to attention. Painful, aching attention. Like it had been for the past three days.

  At least he'd get some relief now.

  This time the adventure room was private. Much smaller than the voyeur theater, the small bedroom contained a king sized bed and a round, whirlpool tub. Huge windows surrounded the entire room. On the second floor, the windows would allow light in and a chance to see the island around them, still affording them all the privacy they'd want.

  For those who wanted privacy, anyway. Some guests opted for the first floor room for their oral play, not minding a bit if others walked by and peeked in.

  But Michael wanted privacy, wanted Serena to himself today. The group stuff yesterday had been fun. Now it was time for some one-on-one action.

  With mouths and tongues.

  He shifted, his hard-on pressing insistently against his shorts, begging for release. It couldn't come soon enough.

  If this was what the hero in his next book would have to endure, the poor guy might be begging for death by chapter three.

  Serena smiled and turned to him. "Do you like the room?"

  He shrugged. "What's not to like? Plenty of toys to play with."

  She nodded and followed his gaze to the shelves on either side of the bed. Body paints, flavored massage oils, oral sex gels and lotions - anything they could get in their mouths they could play with today.

  Even food items like honey and chocolate syrup.

  "Hungry?" he asked.

  Her green eyes darkened. "For you."

  She stood near the foot of the bed. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him. She smiled, threading her fingers through his hair.

  "Any inhibitions about oral sex?" he asked, wanting to know what he could and couldn't do.

  "Um, no. Although I don't have much experience in that area, either."

  Michael sighed. So nearly untouched, and yet so fucking adventurous she took his breath away. Were all the men in Kansas complete morons?

  "Have you ever sucked a cock, Serena?"

  "Yes. Once or twice."

  "Ever had a guy come in your mouth?"

  "No."

  His cock twitched, clamoring to be the first. "Had your pussy licked?"

  "Sorta. Not to orgasm. They just did it as a quickie foreplay thing, you know?"

  So, no man had brought her to orgasm by licking her pussy. This should be fun. And he had to admit, the idea of him giving her a "first" excited him. "Then we'll just have to figure out what you do like, won't we?"

  She nodded and licked her lips.

  Unable to wait any longer, Michael slid his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, feeling her slight shiver.

  "Cold?"

  "No. Excited."

  He chuckled. She was so damn honest in her feelings. He'd make this a mind blowing experience for her.

  He pressed a soft kiss against her lips, then pressed on, coaxing her mouth open so he could slide his tongue inside. She met his tongue with hers, eagerly twining and sucking until his raging hard-on knocked on his pants for attention.

  Keeping his gaze focused on her, he slowly undid the laces of her shirt, pulled it apart and reached for her breasts. She stepped forward and thrust her distended nipples into his waiting hands.

  "You have gorgeous nipples, Serena. I want my mouth on them. I want to suck them until you beg me to fuck you."

  Her rapid heartbeat thrummed against his hands and her breathing quickened. He loved how easily she became aroused.

  Slipping the shirt off her shoulders, he left her skirt on and sat her on the bed, kneeling before her. He scanned the shelves next to him and grabbed a bottle of chocolate body paint.

  "You like chocolate?" she asked.

  "I like your breasts," he replied. "But it might be fun to play a little."

  He opened the bottle, inhaling the sweet aroma of cocoa beans, and carefully spread a splotch of the dark creamy substance across her neck, down over her collarbone and around her breasts. When he spread the paint over each of her nipples, she sucked in a breath and moaned.

  After capping the bottle, he pulled her knees apart and nestled between her legs, pulling her towards him. Her sweet fragrance mingled with the chocolate, and he gently licked the syrup off her neck, feeling her shiver against him.

  Following the trail of body paint, he stroked his tongue down the length of her throat, over her collarbone, and down to one breast, taking his time, coaxing her response, building her anticipation.

  Then he took one, slow swipe of her nipple with his tongue.

  She hissed and arched her back, forcing the erect bud further inside his mouth. He sucked it in, swirling his tongue around the hard pebble, then moved to the other nipple and did the same. She wound her fingers through his hair and pushed his mouth against her breasts.

  He could spend all day buried between her breasts, but there was much more of her he wanted to explore.

  "Lie down on the bed," he commanded.

  With a quick tug, he yanked her skirt off and parted her legs, ogling her shaved pussy. Damn, it was a beautiful sight. Wet, with her cream flowing down her lips to the crack of her ass.

  "You're wet already, Serena. Are you ready for this?"

  "Yes, Michael. Please," she begged, squirming.

  "Let's try something different." He turned once again to the shelves, selecting a bottle of erotic butter.

  "A little butter for your muffin," he said with a laugh.

  She lifted her head and watched him pour the butter rum flavored lotion over the top of her pussy. It slid down over her clit, her lips, and into the crack of her ass.

  She gasped. "It's cold."

  "You'll be warm in a minute," he promised, then bent his head towards the pussy he'd been wanting to get his mouth on for days. He inhaled her sweet fragrance, but waited, watching her, knowing she anticipated his tongue, wanting her to suffer just a few seconds longer.

  "Michael. Please."

  "Please, what? Tell me what you want, Serena," he whispered.

  "Lick me. Suck my clit. Make me come."

  With a growl of pure animal lust he bent down and slowly swiped his tongue over her clit. She cried out and lifted her hips off the bed. Sliding his hands under her ass, he covered her slit with his mouth, sucking the distended nub between his lips.

  The mixture of the flavored butter and her natural taste was heaven. He pressed his tongue flat against her clit, circling the distended nub over and over again until she writhed beneath him, her desire flowing over his chin.

  "Oh, God, Michael, Oh God, I can't take this. Please, please."

  He knew she was mindless w
ith passion, didn't even know what she was saying. Her moans, her movements nearly drove him over the edge, but he focused on her, wanting this to be spectacular for her. He moved his mouth lower and slid his tongue deep inside her, stroking it in and out like he would if it were his cock. She gasped and grabbed his head, pulling him closer.

  Then he replaced his tongue with his fingers, gently probing against her flesh until he slid one inside, then two. She bucked off the bed as he relentlessly stroked her pussy with his fingers, once again taking her clit between his lips and gently sucking and licking.

  "I'm going to come," she rasped.

  She wasn't kidding. She cried out and her pussy contracted tightly against his fingers. Her come poured out over his hand as she kept at it, moaning and lifting her hips, her hands clenching the sheets on the bed. He lapped her up greedily, her intoxicating flavor driving him crazy.

  Moments later, she relaxed, still panting, her legs shaking with aftershocks.

  Michael's cock felt like stone--aching, pulsing with the need to plunge inside Serena's sopping wet pussy and come like he'd never come before.

  It took all the restraint he had not to jump up and drive deep inside her. Instead, he climbed up on the bed and pulled her against him while she recovered her breathing.

  "Wow," she whispered against his chest.

  He smiled. "Good?"

  "Mmm hmm. Fantastic. I never knew an orgasm could feel that good. The ones I give myself are nice, but nothing like that."

  He shook his head, thinking about all the years Serena had spent 'doing it herself.' Weren't there any men where she lived who recognized what a desirable woman lived among them?

  Serena looked up at Michael and smiled, feeling more content than she had in some time. He'd just given her the best orgasm of her life, and now it was time to reciprocate.

  She leveled a serious look at him. "Now it's my turn. I'm going to surround your cock with my lips and take you in as deep as I can. I'm going to suck it deep and make you come."

  His eyes darkened, and he gave her a lethal smile. "Give it your best shot."

  She sat up on the bed and pushed her hair out of her face. The remnants of chocolate body paint still clung to her breasts.

  "Let's see," she said. "How about 'Giving Great Head Oral Lotion'? In cinnamon, I think, for a little tingle action."

  "Whatever you want," he said, his voice husky. "Just get your mouth on my cock."

  She shivered at his command, knowing how much he had to be aching for release.

  She slipped off the bed and reached for the bottle, then turned to him. "Stand up, Michael."

  He stood quickly and she grasped his shorts, pulling them down his hips until they pooled at his feet. When he started to sit on the bed, she stopped him.

  Serena placed an oversized pillow on the floor, and then dropped to her knees before him.

  He sucked in a breath and looked down at her. She felt wicked in this subservient position, feeling for all the world like his slave, and loving every minute of it.

  "You want me to watch you suck my cock this way?" he said, his voice tight with need.

  "That's exactly what I want."

  After uncapping the bottle, she poured some of the flavored lotion onto her palms and spread it over both her hands. She grasped his engorged shaft, sliding the lotion all over. The heat of his cock and the cool lotion were a potent combination, and she felt her body thrum to life. His shaft jumped in her hands and he groaned.

  She looked up at him, smiled and leaned forward, taking just the tip into her mouth.

  The head of his cock was satiny soft, and she closed her lips over it and sucked him in, inch by inch. The cinnamon tingled in her mouth, and she could imagine the tingle stimulated his cock, too.

  "You have a great mouth, Serena," he managed through gasps. "Suck it in deep. Yeah, like that."

  His words encouraged her. She took him in all the way in until the head bobbed against the back of her throat, and then she took him deeper, as far as she could, until she couldn't take any more of his length.

  "Fuck! That's good, baby."

  He grabbed the back of her head and slowly fucked her mouth, in and out. The feel of his cock sliding back and forth through her lips got her juices flowing all over again.

  His movements increased, but she wanted to prolong the pleasure for him. Not yet, she thought. Not quite yet.

  She sat back, admiring the way his penis glistened with moisture, and stroked the length of him with both hands.

  "I don't know what I like more. Your hands on me, or that sweet mouth."

  "Do you like the way I suck your cock, Michael?"

  "Oh yeah, baby. You like sucking it?"

  "Yes. I like it a lot. It's hard and soft at the same time, and it jerks in my mouth when I suck it."

  While she spoke she continued to stroke the length of him from shaft to tip, then took his balls in her hand and lightly tugged. She drew closer, stroking it while she bent down and lathed her tongue over his balls.

  "Christ!" he groaned, tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut for a second. Then he looked down at her again. She felt the quiver of his legs against her each time she swiped her tongue over his tight balls.

  Grasping his hips, she took him again in her mouth and began pumping her lips back and forth, her mouth gliding over the head.

  "Yeah," he rasped. "Yeah, like that. I'm gonna come baby. Deep in that sweet mouth of yours."

  He grasped her hair and held her there, his body trembling. She swiped her tongue around the sensitive head and he let loose a guttural moan. His balls drew up tight against her hand. With a forceful thrust of his hips he ejaculated into her mouth.

  Serena swallowed every drop of his sweet juice, then licked slowly until she felt his body relax. He collapsed on the bed and she sat on her heels, smiling up at him.

  "Christ, Serena," he said, shaking his head. "I've never had a blow job like that before."

  Heat rose to her face. Surely a man as worldly as Michael had experienced plenty of great sex before. He was just being kind to her. But his compliment warmed her.

  Climbing up on the bed, she snuggled next to him, resting her head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, and for a few minutes neither of them spoke. Serena was content just listening to his heartbeat.

  She trailed her fingertip over his chest, wrapping her fingers around the curling hairs there. She sighed and scooted closer to him, already anticipating the next time.

  "I need a bath," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

  "Me too." Her chocolate covered breasts stuck to his chest.

  Michael rose from the bed and turned on the tub, then came back a few minutes later and held out his hand for her. He pulled her up against him, and pressed a light kiss to her lips.

  She tasted herself on his lips. Sinfully erotic, knowing they'd been so intimate, unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, or likely would again. At least, not after this week.

  He stepped into the tub and held out his hand, helping her, then settled her in front of him, her back resting against his chest.

  The warm water felt good. Lying in Michael's arms felt better.

  These moments where they snuggled together, without thoughts of sex between them, were surprisingly the most intimate.

  Okay, maybe they were still thinking of sex. At least she was. But right now, the game was on pause.

  He picked up a sponge and ran it over her shoulders and across her breasts, erasing all traces of the sticky chocolate.

  "Did you enjoy that?" he asked, whispering in her ear.

  She shivered at the low rumble of his voice. "Yes. Very much." Half turning, she met his gaze. "You?"

  "Hell yeah. You're fantastic. I can't believe you're so inexperienced."

  She smiled.

  "You must be a quick study," he teased, reaching around to tickle her ribs. She shrieked with laughter and threw water at him until he pulled
her against his chest again.

  She settled against him, completely content and supremely pleased with herself. For a novice at these things, so far, she seemed to be doing all right.

  Chapter Seven

  "How often do you masturbate, Serena?"

  Serena almost dropped her fork at Michael's question. Interesting dinner conversation, to say the least.

  After their relaxing bath, they'd gone back to their room to change and Michael suggested they have dinner at the resort restaurant. She was all for that. It would almost be like a date.

  "Why do you want to know?" she asked, laying her fork on the plate and taking a sip of wine. The soft jazz playing and the florally scented ocean breeze cast an ambiance about the place incongruent with the subject of their conversation. Then again, Serena had found nothing about this week so far had been 'typical.'

  He shrugged, his white, even teeth gleaming in the semi darkness of the tropically decorated room. His dark tan accentuated the ocean blue of his eyes. "Just wondered. You don't seem to have much of an active sex life. And you said you masturbated frequently. I was just curious as to how often."

  "Usually every day," she said, figuring there was no point in trying to hide anything from him. First off, he knew her more intimately than anyone ever had. Second, they wouldn't be continuing their relationship beyond this one week together, so what did it matter what she told him?

  He arched a brow and took a drink. "Daily? Are you horny a lot?"

  "I guess I must be." Recalling her boring, lonely existence in Kansas wasn't how she wanted to finish off this day. Thinking about the oral delights they'd shared earlier-- that was more to her liking.

  "How do you do it?"

  "Do what? Masturbate?"

  "Yeah."

  "The usual way, I guess."

  "More specific."

  "Like what?"

  Their waitress arrived, cleared their plates and offered them coffee, which they both declined.

  The subject of masturbation temporarily cast aside with the completion of dinner, Michael scooped up the half-empty wine bottle and they left the restaurant.

  Would this be another night where he would retreat to his room, leaving her alone? Maybe if she asked him to join her, they could watch a movie or do something together until bedtime.

  After that she'd climb into her bed alone, as usual, thinking about the man sleeping across the hall. She'd wondered what he'd do if she went to his room, crawled under the covers, and asked him to simply hold her all night long.