Penance (Long Slow Tease, #2) (32 page)

Wyatt smiled and knelt before her again. “I’m yours, Domina, including my lips.”

Cheeky bastard. “Starting with my neck, pleasure me. Take your time and save my nipples for last.”

He glanced over at the padded futon they kept on the deck. “If I may suggest, Mistress, can I pull the futon out so that I may touch you properly?”

What she wanted to say was ‘No, get that big dick out and fuck me right here, right now.’ But instead she said, “Of course.”

His cock pressed against his jeans as he stood and she caught him by one of the belt loops before he could move. “Stay.”

The audible shudder in his breath when she ran her fingertips over the beginning of the sexy v of muscle that led to his cock made her smile. With slow, easy movements she unbuttoned his jeans, then slid the zipper down. Today he wore a pair of pale blue boxer briefs and his cock strained against the soft fabric.
The fabric was darker where his precum had soaked into the soft cloth and she tugged his jeans down until they pooled around his feet, leaving him standing before her in his boxer brief, so bright against his dark skin. He was truly beautiful, the symmetry of his body absolute perfection.

And by the grace of God
, he was all hers.

She leaned forward and mouthed him through the fabric, the faintest tang of his
precum greeting her tongue as she sucked him until the cloth was wet and clinging to him. Repeating the process, she licked and nibbled her way down his shaft until she reached his balls, held snug and tight against him by the cloth. Here she gently mouthed him, pushing against that delicate part of his body with her tongue and smiling against him when he groaned in what sounded almost like agony.

“Are you thinking about what it feels like to slide this big dick down my throat? How the muscles caress you when I swallow against the tip? Or are you thinking of how much I love to drink you down, to not let one drop escape.”

“I am now,” he replied in an unsteady voice.

She smacked his ass. “Behave.”

“Yes, Domina.”

Deciding that she didn’t like the laughter in his tone, she gently pulled his underwear down so his cock sprung out, long, thick and oh so ready to serve her. She rubbed her cheek against him, enjoying the softness of the skin covering his hard length, of the faint scratch of his pubic hair against her lips when she kissed the base and worked her way up. Moving back so her lips brushed the bobbing tip, she reached forward and sank her nails into his ass, grabbing a nice handful of those hard muscles. He flexed in her hands and she captured the crest of his dick in her mouth, slowly tonguing him while his groans blended in with the soft crash of the waves.

It was almost full dark and the clouds had parted to reveal a full moon on the horizon. She loved the way her spit shone on his cock, how his ass contracted and released like he was fucking her, like he was using the strength of his body to plow into her. Wanting him hotter she looked up and licked her palm before stroking him just how he liked it. He was watching her, his expression one of raw, animalistic hunger. If he had his way her ankles would be up to her ears and he’d be plowing into her right now.

The idea had merit.

After she’d gotten him to the point where she could see his jaw clench with his effort to hold back, she released him and gave him a gentle push, making him stumble with his pants around his ankles.

When he reached down to kick his pants off, she stopped him. “Leave them on. I want you hobbled.”

His grunt of frustration reached her as she stood and stretched leisurely. “Open the bed for me.”

He shuffled over to the futon and moved it so the couch turned into a small bed. While he was doing this she removed her shorts and panties so by the time he turned around, she was nude.

“You’re a fucking Goddess,” he whispered before grabbing his towel and sinking to his knees next to the bed. “Please, Domina, let me taste you. I’m dying for it.”

“What if I only let you taste me? What if I denied you the right to enter my body?”

“Then I would accept your choice. Licking your sweet cunt is heaven.”

“Charmer.”

He gave her an unrepentant grin, his teeth white against the dark tanned skin of his face. Inside a small nightlight burned near the front door, giving her just enough illumination to still admire the sweep of his jaw as she moved past him. Bending over in front of him, she looked over her shoulder and found his gaze focused solely between her thighs and she climbed up on the bed. He was practically salivating and that turned her on something fierce.

“Wyatt, use that beautiful mouth of yours to make me come.”

The
tenuous hold Wyatt had on his control snapped at Michelle’s words and he grabbed her hard enough to make her give a startled yelp. He felt bad for scaring her, but he had to get his mouth on her pussy, had to bring her pleasure, had to let her know how much he adored her, how important she was to him. Yeah, eating her cunt out might be a rather crude way to show his love, but to him, it was an act of both lust and devotion.

Without preamble he flipped her over onto her back, then slung her legs over
his shoulders. Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on each of her hip bones before looking up at her. In the darkness her eyes were fathomless and he felt like he was staring into eternity as she watched him. “I’ve dreamed of this moment, Domina. Of being back in your care, of serving you again. Thank you.”

“Oh, Wyatt.
I love you so much.” Her voice trembled with emotion, but he didn’t want her shaking from his words, but his deeds.

Using his thumbs, he spread the wet lips of her sex and growled.
With her pussy still shaved smooth kissing her sex was like kissing wet velvet. He licked her with the flat of his tongue, loving how she cried out and grabbed his hair. As her essence flooded his mouth he focused right away on her hard clit. That little bundle of nerves was already stiff and protruding from its soft hood, begging for his attention. He wrapped his lips around her nub and began to suckle it, increasing the strength of his pulls until her hips were bucking into his mouth as she came.

Instead of moving away he merely gentled his touch and focused his efforts on cleaning her slick entrance, of lapping up the arousal that had dripped down the crack of her ass, on rousing her all over again until she was moving restlessly beneath his sensual assault. His cock ached and he’d come close to losing it when she’d rubbed herself against his mouth, but he held on. He was going to come inside of her, buried in her
cunt up to his balls, not spraying into the empty air like a teenager who touched his first pussy.

Working her back up was easy and soon she was hunched forward, her breath coming out in harsh pants while she watched him eat her. He looked up, catching her gaze while he flicked the tip of her clit with his tongue in a rapid motion that he knew she loved. Michelle gasped and threw her head back, her long golden hair falling over her shoulders while she shook against him. He kept his touch light and teasing until she lay back and clenched his face between her thighs.

“I want to come again.”

“My pleasure,” he whispered against her soft, soaked cunt.

Her soft, breathy cries stroked over his body, sinking into his soul as pride filled him that he was serving his woman so well. He loved to see her like this, lost in her pleasure, trusting him enough to let go and really feel. It made him feel so damn good to know he was the only man in the world that could do this for her, that could please her this much with his submission. He was everything she needed and she knew it.

He slid a finger inside of her and her tight
sex sucked at it as she climaxed with a breathy scream, writhing against him and saying his name over and over again. When she finally gentled he looked up and watched her shiver. Goosebumps scattered across her skin as the sweat on her body cooled from the breeze coming off of the water.

“Do you wish for me to warm you up, Domina?”

She smiled at him and crooked her finger. “Make me warm, my love. I need you inside of me.”

He
kicked off his remaining clothes then gathered her into his arms and lay so he covered as much of her body with his own as possible. The feel of her beneath him, at once delicate and strong, made his cock throb. Without a word he shifted her hips and slid himself through the lips of her sex, wetting the head of his cock with her arousal. Despite his efforts to eat up every drop of honey her body made for him she was once again slick, allowing him to push into her with one long, slow thrust of his hips.

Heaven.

Pulling her leg up over his hip so one of her feet rested against his ass, he looked into her eyes and began to move out, the ball clenching pleasure of being inside of her almost as good as her love for him filling her gaze. He’d never be alone again, ever. She’d always be there with him. He could read that promise in her eyes, see the truth of it in her soul. They were two parts of the same whole, jagged and broken on their own but once they fit together they were indestructible.

He wanted to say he loved her, but that word wasn’t strong enough to encompass all that he was feeling, so he tried to put it into his eyes and smiled down at her when she softly gasped and tilted her hips. Slowly the heat built between them as he stroke
d her arousal back into a flame, gritting his teeth at the way her cunt fisted around him, having to use his strength to pull out of her as she clung to him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him down for a wet, dirty kiss, her tongue mimicking the plunging of his hips into her body by thrusting into his.

With a low moan she dug her nails into his neck and lifted herself as much as she could beneath him, meeting his thrusts with her body, silently urging him to fuck her harder.

He rolled them so she was on top without leaving her body, his breath coming out in a silent gasp as he looked up at Michelle bathed in the moonlight, the clouds parting to show a halo of stars behind her. Even the moon loved his Domina, making her skin glow as she smiled down at him with her sun bleached blonde hair flaring around her as the wind twisted between them. Stars surrounded her like a crown and his breath caught at the sight of a goddess riding him. Never looking away, she began to lift herself off of him and he became entranced by the play of her lean muscles as she moved, by the smooth mound of her pussy, and the brief sight of his shaft splitting the lips of her sex while she took him.

Soon it became too much and he reached up, rubbing her nipples, urging her to come closer so he could suck them. She made a little moaning sound
deep in her throat that almost set him off right there but he managed to hold on and took one stiff peak between his lips, sucking hard and praying that she would come soon because he couldn’t last much longer. When he bit down on the hard tip he got his wish. Michelle cried out, tensing in his arms and grinding herself against him, the strong convulsions of her pussy triggering his own climax as he shoved his dick into her as far as he could go, pouring what was his very essence into her, leaving him drained and completely spent when she finally collapsed on top of him.

After a few minutes of panting against him, Michelle moved off of him. He reached for her but she batted his hands away. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

He was too exhausted and happy to argue. Even though this hadn’t been the most vigorous fucking he’d ever done, it had been one of the most intense. Silver lined clouds drifted across the sky and he took a deep breath of the sea air, feeling cleaned from the inside out and perfectly content. Michelle returned a few minutes later with two pillows and the comforter from the bed upstairs. She’d thrown on one of her silky short night gowns and he smiled up at her as she had him lift his head, then laid down with him and drew the comforter over them both.

The whisper soft sound of her voice blended with the waves as she said, “I thought we could sleep out here for a little bit.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Perfect idea.”

“Wyatt?”

“Yes, Domina?”

She made a happy little noise. “Thank you. That was wonderful.”

“Anytime.”

Her giggle made him smile and she cuddled closer, all feminine curves and silky skin. “No, really, I want to thank you. Not many people would have come back for me. And I’m not saying that in a pity party way, but rather that I appreciate you. I really do.”

The softness of her hair tickled across his chest in the ocean breeze as he looked down at her. “You did the same for me. Not the same circumstances, but the same thing. You crawled into Hell with me and pulled me back out again.”

“You know what? I like the way I look through you
r eyes. You make me feel so strong, so brave.”

“That’s because you are.” He lifted her mouth to his and gave her a gentle kiss, his cock stirring against her leg. “Love you, baby.”

For a moment she studied his face, then an almost shy smile curved her lips. “Love you too.”

With that she settled back against his chest, her head over his heart, as she softly stroked his body, lulling him into a state of relaxation that had to be a glimpse of heaven.

After Michelle finished with her shower and dressed in a pair of casual white shorts and a silky blue top, she looked into the mirror and had to smile. Her nose and cheeks were pink from the sun, her nails were shot to shit, and her hair hadn’t seen a stylist in far too long, but she felt like she looked better than she ever had before. Without a doubt it was because of Wyatt and the wonderful changes he’d made in her life. She felt, whole…complete. Like she was finally doing something with her life other than just existing.