His cock pulsated hot against her breasts and she gathered the globes together, capturing his shaft between them and stroking them up and down over his erection.
"Oh yeah, baby," he murmured, reaching for her hair and tugging at it lightly. "I'm going to fuck those, too."
She knew he was beyond reason, the same as she, and yet she delighted in this passion they shared. She planted kisses on his hips before moving her mouth over to the center, until finally her lips hovered over his quivering shaft.
Then she looked at him, and waited.
"Suck it," he rasped.
She complied, sliding her tongue over the sensitive head, licking the pre-come that had gathered at the tip, before closing her mouth over his swollen shaft and sliding it deeply into her mouth.
"Christ!" he groaned, grasping her head and pushing it down over his steel hard cock.
Serena sucked and rolled her tongue over the ridges in his shaft, exploring every taste, every texture. Slowly she took him all in, felt the heat bump the back of her throat. Relaxing and breathing deep, she swallowed him.
"Fuck, I can't take any more of this," he said, pulling her up and covering her lips with his, his tongue fucking her mouth with rhythmic strokes.
She panted like an animal. Which was exactly how she felt. The heady scent of sex and sweat mixed with the tropical smell of warm rain, a potent aphrodisiac.
Not that she needed any other stimulation. Michael's mouth and hands were more than enough.
Her hands reached for him, needing the contact of his skin against hers, but he pulled her hands away and flipped her over onto her back.
"I'm going to take you like this," he said, his eyes like hard sapphires.
Yes. This is the way she wanted him. On top of her, taking her, driving deep within her. She wanted him to dominate her, making her his completely.
He straddled her thighs, careful not to put any of his weight on her, and grasped her breasts with his hands, pulling at her nipples until she writhed and whimpered beneath him.
He circled her wrists, drawing her arms above her head. He used the fingertips of his free hand to blaze a heated trail between her breasts, over her belly, sliding his fingers over her hip.
Then he grasped her panties, fisted his hand around them and in one fierce tug ripped them away.
She gasped at the brutal pleasure of the act. Bared to the air and his gaze, her pussy throbbed near uncontrollably, spasms racking her body and juices flowing down her ass.
He stayed that way for a few seconds, his gaze focused on her pussy. One hand still held her wrists captive above her head. She couldn't have broken free if she tried.
She didn't want to.
She was his prisoner, his to do with whatever he wished.
"Tell me you want me, Serena. Just like this. No games, no schedule."
Her heart pounded against her ribcage at his serious tone. He wanted her, but not as part of the week's activities. This wasn't a preplanned function-- he didn't want it be any more than she did.
"Make love to me, Michael," she said with what little breath remained in her lungs. "Make me yours."
With a fierce growl he spread her legs with his knee, keeping his gaze focused to hers.
The tip of his cock brushed her pussy lips and she could have cried out from the sheer pleasure of it.
A look of fierce concentration crossed his face. Serena wanted to brush that unruly lock of dark hair away from his forehead and draw his lips to hers for a kiss, but she couldn't--his hands still held her wrists imprisoned. It was both frustrating and erotic.
"We're gonna take this slow," he said, panting. "I want to feel every inch of that pussy on my cock when I slide inside you."
She felt the tremors already, knew she wouldn't be able to hold back for long. His slow, measured words were as tantalizing as the deliberate torture of his patient entry.
Inch by delicious inch she felt him enter her, his huge cock spreading her wide open, forcing an accommodation she wasn't accustomed to. And yet she took him in, easily, her pussy clamping down onto him and pulling him inside.
Deeper and deeper he pushed until he was fully sheathed within her. She breathed out a ragged sigh as he stilled, the corded muscles of his biceps straining to hold him above her.
"Damn that feels good," he murmured, his eyes closed and his breathing rapid and labored. With measured strokes he began to move within her.
She felt the contractions immediately, strong pulses of pleasure that assaulted her senses before she'd even had a chance to wrap her legs around his back.
"Oh, God, Michael, I'm coming!" she cried. He drew back and plunged hard within her. She heard the shrieks she knew were her own, but could do nothing to stop them as wave after wave of excruciating pleasure stabbed within her.
He held still while her orgasm poured through her, allowing her to feel his cock filling her. Her pussy continued to quake around his shaft until the tremors subsided.
Then he moved within her again, taking her up once again on a rack of delight. She couldn't believe the near constant state of arousal his cock provided. Despite her orgasm mere seconds ago, she felt it build within her once again.
"I love the feel of your pussy tightening around my cock," he whispered, relentless in his continued assault on her. Slowly at first, then increasing his thrusts until his balls slapped against her ass, his cock slamming hard within her.
He let go of her wrists and lay fully on top of her. She welcomed his hard chest crushing her breasts and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Her hands threaded through the soft thickness of his hair. She pulled his head down to hers. She ached to feel his lips on hers--needed the softness of his mouth as much as she needed his hard shaft penetrating her.
"You're so tight," he said, pulling out slowly so that only the head remained, brushing against that spot inside her pussy that drove her crazy. "Can you feel your pussy grab onto my cock and pull it back inside?"
She nodded, feeling the exquisite sensations he spoke about, knowing she was squeezing him, pulling at him, clamping around him.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he groaned and stepped up his thrusts, so hard he moved her across the bed. He raised up on his arms, his face contorted and let loose a yell as he pumped inside her.
Serena felt the pulses of his ejaculation and squeezed her legs around him, lifting her hips to get closer to his driving thrusts. At the same time it hit her again, a crashing wave of near unbearable pleasure that had her squeezing her legs around him and bucking up to meet his continued strokes.
Michael collapsed on top of her, their sweat soaked bodies joined, their breathing hard and labored.
She caressed his shoulders, feeling the tension ebb in the muscles, his breathing return to normal.
He withdrew but lay next to her, pulling her into his arms.
Nestled against his shoulder, Serena felt a contentment she'd never experienced.
Without a word he held her, stroked her hair and pulled her close. Finally, she felt his body relax and knew he'd fallen asleep.
She thought about this wondrous experience, and what it meant.
Knowing she shouldn't try to analyze it, but unable to help herself, she recounted the events of the past several days, marveling at the almost time-travel expediency of their relationship.
From strangers to playmates to lovers. She'd learned more about Michael in four days than she'd known about men she'd dated for months.
His kindness, his temper when he was riled, his sense of humor. No matter how he acted, she loved everything about him.
Her hand stilled on his back as the realization hit her.
She loved him. All of him. His wit, his humor, his handsome face and rugged body, his masculinity and the incredible way he made love to her. God help her, she'd done what she swore she wouldn't do.
She'd fallen in love with Michael.
Chapter Ten
Michael woke with a start, not certain where he
was. He kept his eyes closed, fatigue making him want to drift off again to wherever he'd been.
A warm body shifted against him, and he opened his eyes slowly, remembering.
Serena. He closed his eyes for a second and breathed in her fragrance. Ginger, mixed with rain. Fresh, sweet rain. Her hair was still damp, and softened by nature's bath. He ran his fingers through the tendrils and swept them away from her face.
He glanced down at the sleeping beauty he held in his arms. Her long lashes rested against her cheeks, full lips slightly parted, her cheeks and chin red from his beard.
His cock stirred to life. Not surprising. He wanted her again. And most likely again after that. If 'again' would always be like what they'd just experienced, he'd never tire of her.
She moaned in her sleep and snuggled closer against him. He wrapped his arms more fully around her, his instinct to protect and hold her outweighing any reservations he might have.
Like the fact he'd never had sex like that before.
He was no virgin, that was certain. And yet with her, the first time had been, well, the first time. Special, monumental even.
Shit. He ran his hand through his hair and blew out a breath. This couldn't be happening. He wouldn't let it happen. No emotion, remember?
And yet what they'd just had together was the most emotional experience he could remember since...
Since Mari. The woman he'd loved. The one he'd given his heart to, and married. The one who'd stomped on it and handed it back to him crumpled and bleeding.
Not again. Never again.
Despite the incredible sexual experience, what they'd just done was a one time thing. His emotions were getting involved, and he'd just have to--
"How long have you been awake?"
He looked down at sleepy green eyes and a soft smile. She reached up and traced the stubble of beard along his jaw line, then swept her finger over his lips, leaned up and kissed him.
Well, hell. Maybe one more time. But that was all. Then it was over.
"Not long," he answered.
She shifted, wrapping her arms around his middle and pulling herself against him. Her warmth seeped into him, melting the cold wall he tried so desperately to build around his heart.
"How long have we been asleep?" she asked, yawning.
"About an hour or so, I'd guess."
The rain had stopped, the air tinged with the clean smell of a tropical washing. The late afternoon sun shone on the front of the shack, its rays slowly dropping by the minute.
They had a few hours before dark, though. And despite knowing they should head back, he wasn't quite ready yet.
She stretched and he watched her glorious body unfold before his eyes. Her voluptuous breasts thrust upward, begging for his hands and his mouth. Then she settled against him again, as if she trusted him to take care of her.
Fuck if that wasn't exactly what he wanted to do.
"Michael, what happened earlier was--"
He placed a finger on her lips to silence her. Right now he couldn't bear to hear her speech about what had just happened between them. "Don't talk right now. I need you again."
Moisture glistened in her eyes and she blinked back tears. Damn the woman was emotional.
Who was he kidding? He was worse than her.
Instead of talking about making love, he wanted to do it. The need to drive his cock into her again was the only thing he'd allow himself to think about. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, she sighed and swept her tongue inside.
The kiss was achingly sweet and he responded, tightening his grip around her and giving back what she gave. A long, drugging kiss, lazy and tender, with a depth that took his breath away.
When she threw her leg across his crotch and scooted her moistened heat against his thigh, his cock responded--hardening, lengthening, as if reaching out for her.
Her head rested on his chest. She swept her hand over his stomach and lower, grabbing hold of him. She squeezed him, stroked him, brought him to life. His balls tightened and strained until he was slowly fucking her hand, completely hard and ready for her.
Despite his need to throw her down and ease his throbbing ache inside her, he held off, letting her play. He enjoyed the feel of her hand on him, its warmth, its strength, the sweet tenderness with which she stroked.
Now that-- that he could live with forever.
He stilled, thinking those forbidden thoughts again. Not forever. Right now. Right now, with her hand on his shaft, and what would soon follow. She was like a fire in his blood, but not an eternal flame. A quick spark. And once he'd walked through the fire a few times, the flame would die out.
It had to. There was no other choice.
He bounded off the bed, his body heating at the way her eyes followed the movements of his cock. She licked her lips, and he burned hotter.
Serena sat up. "Let me suck it, Michael."
He bit back the groan that bubbled up in his throat, the thought of her hot, wet mouth surrounding the aching head of his cock more appealing by the second. But right now he had more pressing thoughts.
Something he'd been dying to do since the first day they'd met. Something they'd even talked about earlier.
"Later. Right now I want something else."
She arched a brow, her nipples hardening. He smiled, knowing just the thought of fucking again had fired her up instantly.
With a quick scoot to the edge of the bed she wrapped her arms around his hips, drawing close to his cock. But she only rested her cheek against it, close enough her hot breath sailed over the sensitive head.
"Tell me what you want," she murmured, her voice a soft vibration against his stomach.
He dragged her up against him until she was kneeling on the bed, her breasts pressed against his chest. She wound her arms around his neck, her finger slightly raking against the nape of his neck. He shivered and brought his mouth down over hers.
Like an addict who couldn't get enough of the drug that would be his downfall, he dipped his tongue into her mouth and ravaged her lips, trying to crawl inside her so deeply he'd never get free.
Did he even want to?
Once again he shoved the deeper thoughts aside and concentrated on the warm, willing woman in his arms. He ran his hands up the sides of her body, feeling her shudder as his fingertips brushed along the sides of her luscious breasts. She moaned when he pulled back and grazed his palms over her distended nipples.
Dipping his head down he licked first one, then the other nipple, finally fitting his mouth around a swollen, taut bud, rewarded by her gasp of delight. He rolled her nipple around his tongue and she pushed her hips against his crotch, undulating against his rigid cock.
With a quick twist he turned her around, pushing against her upper back so she ended up in a kneeling position on the bed.
He paused and sucked in a breath at the sight of her gorgeous, full ass. Moisture glistened from her pussy lips. She threw her head back, her long blond curls trailing down her back.
If he'd had a camera he could busy himself for the next hour or so taking pictures of the lush vision in front of him. His beautiful goddess was on her knees, ready to take his hard, heavy cock deep inside her dripping pussy.
Every man's dream.
Turning her head to the side, her gaze met his. She smiled. "See anything you like?"
"Oh yeah," he rasped, taking his cock into his hand and stroking it, knowing how much she liked to watch him.
She wriggled her ass at him in response, and bit down on her bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth. His shaft pulsed in his hand.
Enough foreplay. He needed to bury his cock deep inside her, feel her heat surround him, squeeze him until he couldn't hold back any longer.
Positioning her at the edge of the mattress, he pressed against her, grabbing a handful of her full ass cheeks, squeezing them, delighting in her moan of pleasure when the head of his cock probed between her pussy lips.
He teased her for a few minutes, rubbing a
gainst her clit until her juices spilled over his hand and cock.
"Michael, please."
"You know I love it when you beg, baby," he teased.
He leaned in, spreading her outer lips and eased inside her. He closed his eyes and focused his mind on the sensations of her pussy closing around him, pulling him inside
She moaned when he was fully inside, and he allowed her a few minutes to adjust. Besides, if he didn't move he could feel every one of the contractions that clenched his shaft.
His hands swept over her ass cheeks until he found her hips. Then he pulled back a little and thrust lightly against her, not fully penetrating. Her breathing increased to slow pants and she backed into him.
Fuck, that was intense. He pulled out again, then thrust hard, shoving his cock in to the hilt.
She whimpered. "Oh, God Michael, that's so good."
"Oh, yeah," he groaned. He could come instantly if he wanted to. His cock pulsed with the strain of holding back. But he knew she enjoyed this as much as he, and he wanted to prolong the pleasure-- make it good for her, too.
His fingers bit into her hips as he ground his cock deeply within her, pulling back repeatedly and shoving it in as far as it would go. Once they got a tempo going, he rode her hard and fast, adjusting to her body signals, knowing when she wanted it harder, sensing when he needed to ease up.
The pleasure was intense, more than he could have expected. The visual of her ass pumping hard against him nearly had him coming in screaming agony. But he held off, stopped when he felt the pulsing contractions tighten his balls. He had to last awhile longer.
But Serena wouldn't have any of his hesitance. She leaned forward then backed against him, slapping her ass against him, hard.
He'd never experienced anything as erotic as this. "Oh, yeah baby, fuck me."
Her wet pussy slid easily against his shaft, her juices pouring over his balls. He knew she was getting close by the pulsing contractions as her pussy squeezed his cock relentlessly.
"Fuck me harder," she moaned.
Eager to please her, he stepped up his thrusts. Grabbing a handful of her hair he tugged, her head tilting back, her animal grunts spurring him on.
"You like me riding you like this, baby?" he asked, focusing on her pleasure, the feel of her fucking back against him.