Sweeter Than Honey (5 page)

Joe closed his eyes and drew in ragged breaths, waiting for his body to calm and his scattered thoughts to return. He’d never been pleasured so well, so completely, by a woman. Never wanted so much to drag a woman against his body and burrow his head against her breasts, then suckle her softly while he forgot about the world outside her embrace.

With Honey, he was afraid he’d discover other joys he’d miss when she was gone.

“So how long will it take?”

He opened his eyes and found her staring at his cock again. A smile tugged at one side of his mouth. The woman did have a one-track mind and a list of fantasies to be fulfilled. He’d better get to work. “Not long, I think, by the way you’re licking your lips.”

She flushed, but a wide, proud grin stretched across her face.

“In fact,” he drawled, already plotting her downfall, “we could hurry it along, if you let me pleasure you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not setting you free.”

“You don’t have to. I can use my mouth.”

Her breath caught and her creamy bosom lifted with an indrawn breath.

“Have you ever had a man pleasure you like that?”

She shook her head, blushing to her roots.

“It’s a lot like what you did for me. You don’t even have to untie my hands. Just straddle my face backward—”

Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. “I can’t do that.”

“Tell me, Honey,” he said, pitching his voice low. “Was I a mouthful? Did your lips stretch around me?”

Her nod was a sharp, reluctant dip.

“I don’t want you hurting yourself when you take me inside you. Let me prepare you.”

“You’ve…prepared a woman before?”

“A time or two.”

She looked away, sucking her lower lip between her teeth.

Knowing she was close to caving, he counted slowly to ten, keeping his breaths even and his expression shuttered.

One hand pulled at a lock of her hair, tugging it down to cover one nipple. He wasn’t even sure she was aware of the telltale gesture. A gesture he found endearing.

“I don’t know…it’s too embarrassing. You’ll see everything.”

“Do you think a man wouldn’t find that view attractive?” he growled. She scowled and he nearly laughed. “Well, you’re wrong, sweetheart. Tonight’s supposed to be about your needs. I promise, you’ll like this.”

“I just turn around…?”

“And bring your pussy to my mouth.”

She shuddered and closed her eyes. “Say that again.”

“What? Pussy?” At the quickening rise of her chest, he grinned. “Like that word?”

Her nose wrinkled. “It’s nasty.”

“But you like it.”

She opened her eyes, heat blazing in the green depths. “Yes.”

“Put your pussy on my mouth,” he said more firmly, growing more confident by the moment he’d bend her to his will.

Finally, Honey shifted on the mattress, moving so slowly his control felt stretched to the limit by the time she faced away and straddled his belly. Moisture from her slick sex seeped onto his skin, and he gritted his teeth.

Jesus, he wanted to taste it, wanted to slide his tongue deep as it could reach and drink her cream. “Get up on your knees and back up to me.”

“This was definitely not one of my fantasies,” she muttered as she slowly backed up his chest. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this.”

“Don’t think. Just do it.”

Her bottom rose in front of his face and her cunt hovered just above his mouth. The musky aroma of her arousal had his mouth watering. He blew a stream of air at the moisture clinging to her nether lips, and her thighs and bottom quivered.

“Come closer, sweetheart,” he gritted out.

When her sex touched his lips, she hissed air between her teeth.

Smiling, he kissed her there. “Good girl, easy now.” He wished he could use his fingers to spread her. Instead, he rubbed her with his mouth and bristly chin, working her side-to-side to open her. The outer lips of her sex were plump, engorged, and he sucked on them one at a time until she squirmed and gasped. Knowing how aroused and frustrated she was becoming, he took his time—sucking, then licking between, fluttering his tongue on the thin edges of her inner lips, dipping into her entrance to take the cream that seeped from inside.

The salty-musky flavor of her desire exploded on his tongue, and he fought the ropes binding his wrists, needing to touch her, needing to plunge fingers, tongue and cock inside her.

When he felt a slackening in one of his bonds, he quickly slipped his hand free and reached across to untie the other, all the while continuing to suckle and lick her ripening sex.

Free now, he gripped her arse hard, ignoring her shocked gasp, and forced her forward, wrestling her squirming body to the mattress until he had her pinned with his weight.

He nudged her bottom with his hardening cock. “My turn,” he growled.

“You made me do that just so you could take advantage,” she said, her voice tight.

“Think I didn’t like it?” Her silence firmed his jaw. He’d show her how much he’d liked it. He’d hold her down and pleasure every inch of her luscious body.

He worked a hand between their bodies and slid two fingers between her buttocks, glided lower and thrust straight into her wet pussy. “I’m going to eat your sweet pussy.”

She gasped and shivered, but he knew she liked the naughty words.

“I’m going to take you with my tongue, nibble at your sexy parts until you’re begging me for release.”

“I won’t beg you for a damn thing, bastard.” Her voice was harsh, but her body quivered with excitement like a nervous filly.

He leaned close and sucked her earlobe between his lips, then gave it a gentle tug. “Guess what else I’m gonna bite?”

Chapter Five

Her deep groan elicited a satisfied smile, which he was glad she couldn’t see. He wanted her worried, maybe even a little scared.

He wanted her anticipating his next moves so he could surprise her, even shock her, as he eased her toward an arousal she couldn’t control, couldn’t tamp down no matter how much she might want to thwart him. Honey’s fiery way of doing battle only inflamed his passion and spurred him to conquer her.

Eager to begin the steady climb again, he straddled her, rising on his knees to roll her body over between his legs. He wanted her breasts and pussy beneath his hands, wanted to watch her eyes spark with fury when he dominated her. When she flailed her arms, aiming half-hearted punches at his shoulders, he grabbed her hands and pulled them high above her head, securing them firmly within one hand. She squirmed and wriggled and finally bucked her hips, trying to unseat him, which only excited them both. He could see it in her tight, spiked nipples and heightened color. Not all that heat was fury. Her desire perfumed the air around them.

Content to let her wear herself out, he kept his expression shuttered, unwilling to let her see even a glimpse of his amusement.

As her struggles waned, the taut set of her chin softened, becoming less belligerent. Her mouth trembled as she drew soft, ragged gasps. Her eyes blinked at tears of frustration.

Not a speck of guilt dented his determination to wrest control of her silken reins. She’d set this wagon rolling when she’d cooperated with the plot to bring him here. If the consequences weren’t exactly what she’d expected, well, tough.

While she settled, quivering beneath him, he felt his own body responding to her distress. He wasn’t exactly proud of the fact his loins filled rapidly, seeming to feed off her surrender, one shiver, one soft whimper at a time.

He wasn’t feeling very civilized. He couldn’t be as tender as he wished. He’d take her hard, make her howl and cry and thrash until she didn’t have anything left for him to plunder. When she finally lay quivering and acquiescent beneath him, he’d take her again, just to make sure she knew she was his to do with as he pleased. Just as she’d intended to use him.

Though not out of revenge. No. This taking would be a mercy to them both.

She must have read some of the savagery roiling through his veins because her eyes closed tight. “Please,” she whispered.

He dropped his chest fully onto hers, snuggled his lengthening cock against her soft belly—surrounding her, reminding her who was bigger, stronger—before he placed his mouth just above hers. “Please, what? Do you want me to stop?” If she asked, he would, but he didn’t think that was what she wanted. Not by the way her body gently undulated beneath his.

“Take me.”

Because it was the only response he could trust himself to give without sounding like a ravening beast, he softly kissed her lips, drinking in her sigh as she rubbed her mouth on his, straining upward to deepen the kiss.

Releasing her hands, he lifted his torso off her body. Her eyes blinked open and their gazes locked. “We’ll do this my way,” he said, his voice rough and harsh. “You won’t deny me anything I want.”

Her breath was jagged, and her breasts jerked against his chest. She wet her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. “I won’t deny you anything.”

Joe released her ankles where he’d trapped them with his feet and forced a thigh between her legs. “Spread your legs wide and bend your knees.”

She did so quickly, tilting up her hips to grind against his balls. The tilt of her chin said she knew exactly what she was doing.

He reared back and knelt between her legs, smoothing his hand from her knee to her pussy, stopping when he grazed her outer lips. “Wider,” he said, not looking away from her sex, watching closely as she complied with his command. He pressed a thumb into her center, noting the moisture instantly surrounding him. Holding her gaze, he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked away her juices.

Honey whimpered and the sound went straight to his cock, hardening him further. Her nipples spiked, red and full, and his mouth watered to know their taste and texture.

He reached for a pillow and held it out to her. “Put this under your head. Watch me love you.” He cupped the backs of her thighs and lifted them, spreading them wider still, until he changed his grip and pushed them high enough to see everything in the lantern’s light—all of her pretty, pink cunt, clothed in wisps of silky red hair.

Sweet Jesus, she’d promised he could take what he wanted. And he damn well wanted it all.

Honey panted as he pressed her legs higher.

“Hold them,” he commanded and then waited while she caught the backs of her thighs with shaking hands, freeing his to plunder her.

From the determined set of his chin, he intended to do just that. Since it was exactly what she wanted, she stayed silent, letting him look his fill. Watching the changes his body and face underwent as he stared at her…pussy.

His gaze narrowed, his nostrils flared and he breathed deeply as though catching the scent of her arousal. That animalistic little action tightened her belly and her sex, which resulted in a deepening growl that rumbled from his throat.

Which taught her a very important lesson. While he might be calling the shots, commanding her cooperation, she was definitely the one in charge. A powerful, heady sensuality filled her. She’d let him be in charge because she wanted the benefit of his experience and didn’t want the responsibility of owning up later to whatever debauchery he had planned. With that acknowledgment, she still felt no less nervous about what was to come. She trembled in anticipation.

He’d said he’d make her beg, and she’d start right now if she thought it would get him to the riding part any sooner, but she figured he was hell-bent for leather to do things his way.

With his thumbs resting on either side of her sex, he bent over her. She sucked in a deep breath before his lips ever touched her and then moaned when he glided softly up the length of one nether lip and down the other. His tongue quickly followed the same path, licking her over and over, and she knew he loved it, loved the way she tasted, by how often he came back for more.

Thick fingers plucked her outer lips, spreading them, and he sucked her thin, tender inner folds between his lips, fluttering his tongue along their sensitive edges.

Honey mewled, not recognizing the sounds tearing from her throat. She wanted to release her legs and thrust her fingers into his hair, guide his mouth over one sensitive spot to the next, but he seemed to find them all by himself, and she didn’t want to lose the unimpeded view.

Watching a man make love to her, delighting in her flavors as he sucked and licked her sex, was astounding. The sight caused her chest to tighten, and she knew she was falling deeper in love by the minute, but she couldn’t stop, couldn’t think about tomorrow.

When he licked lower, grazing the forbidden hole, she froze. He
couldn’t
have meant to do that. But he came back for more, lapping over it, teasing it with the tip of his tongue while shock and nervous excitement stiffened her whole body.

Then he pointed his tongue and spread her pink pussy—and
oh
. He sank inside her. Just like he’d promised, plunging as far as he could reach into her pussy, his tongue acting like a miniature cock stroking inside her.

Her pussy spasmed—clasping, opening. Christ, she could think that word now without hesitating. Watching him love her, seeing how her body responded to his attention, fascinated her, even as the feelings of excitement and the curling, burning need escalated.

She forgot how to breathe, struggled for each breath as she strained her thighs against her own fierce grip. Her release was rising up to strangle her, pitching her toward heaven. It was too much.

She must have gasped that last thought out loud, because Joe sat back and stared, removing his glorious tongue from her sex.

“No,” she cried out and then sobbed when he gave her a wicked little smile and licked upward, finding the hard, rounded bead at the top of her pussy, the one she’d used often to get herself excited when she couldn’t stand being alone.

“Too much,” she moaned again, quivering and melting as he plied her with teasing licks and flutters. She couldn’t look anymore and squeezed her eyes tight, thrashing her head on the pillow as he swirled his tongue around and around, building a tension she didn’t think her heart would survive. When he sucked her clitoris with his lips, her whole body trembled.

When he bit it, she screamed and pitched headlong over the edge.

Joe watched her come apart as he chewed gently on her love button. Lord, she was beautiful lost in her release. Her pretty tits dimpled and quivered, her soft belly vibrated. Her rosy, swollen lips opened wide around her moans, and he craved to cram his cock into her mouth to feel those keening cries all along his shaft. Instead, he watched and plied her with his tongue and teeth, knowing his turn was coming, and he wanted her well-satisfied and compliant when the time came.

Honey’s breaths were ragged, whimpering sobs. When she stopped rocking her head back and forth on the pillow, he pried her hands from her thighs and eased her legs to the mattress. Then he scooted up her body, intent on exploring the parts he’d never touched.

With his cock drilling into the mattress between her sprawled legs, he cupped a creamy breast and bent to glide his lips over the soft underside, marveling at the soft texture of her skin, and then slid upward to capture a ripe nipple between his lips.

Her moan was thin, almost reedy. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders in soft caresses that made him shiver with delight. When she sank her fingers into his hair and held him to her breast, he smiled. She didn’t give him a gentle tug. She dug her fingers in and pulled hard.

He sucked her nipple between his teeth and bit.

“Ouch!”

“Did that hurt?” he asked, lifting his head to look into her slackened face.

“You know it didn’t,” she said, her lips pouting. “It just surprised me.”

“Is that the only surprise I’ve given you?”

She loosened her fierce grip on his hair and her expression grew solemn. “I was amazed at the care you took to make this special for me.”

Her praise warmed him, but he deflected the unwanted feeling. “Don’t you think I treat all the ladies like this?”

Her eyes narrowed. “I’d like to think I inspired you. Let me dream, hmmm?”

“You do inspire me,” he said softly and kissed the tip of her nipple. “But, sweetheart, I’m so hard now, I’m not sure I can concentrate any more on you.”

She stilled for a moment. “Are you going to take me now?”

She spoke so simply, without inflection, she might have been asking him directions to the livery. He’d done that—rocked her past embarrassment and modesty. He nodded slowly, the heat and urgency in his loins spurring faster and higher as her features lost their love-softened drowsiness and her gaze sharpened with excitement.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, her tone sharpening, tightening.

“For you to feel the same way too.”

“You think I don’t?” She inhaled, paused and then whispered, “My…pussy’s seeping cream.”

His eyelids dipped. He felt like a stalking mountain lion sighting a quivering jackrabbit in the underbrush. “You do like dirty talk.”

“You inspire me too.”

He mouthed her breast once and kissed her nipple before locking gazes with her again. He let her see the heat he’d banked, let her see how raw he felt. “No more play. No more preparation.”

Her heartbeat thumped beneath his hand. “Just come inside me. I’m dying to know how well you fill me.”

Joe scooted higher up her body and she eagerly parted her legs, making room for him. Without asking, she raised her knees on either side of his hips, tilting her cunt upward. He rested on his elbows, determined to take her slowly—at least for the first little while. He leaned in for a kiss, and she rose up to meet him, opening her mouth, her tongue ready to feel his answering thrust.

Slow. He had to take it slow. Make it good for her, no matter what he’d said.

But when he lifted his hips and centered his cock between her swollen pussy lips, her moist heat greeted him, coating his head, inviting him to sink hard and fast. And suddenly he was poised on his hands above her and tunneling inward, fighting hard for control because he wanted to thrust hard, wanted to hear her cry out while he slid into her creamy depths.

He pulled out and flexed forward again a few hot inches, packing himself tighter and farther inside, caught up in the sensations surrounding his cock. Her walls closed around him, massaging his shaft, scalding wet heat coating him as he worked his cock inside her, forward and back to ease deeper still.

God, she couldn’t be this tight, couldn’t be this small. She squeezed around him, gloving him closer than any clenched fist, and he came unglued. He groaned and growled, circling his hips to screw deeper.

Her whimpers finally broke through the haze of desire that clouded his mind and told him something wasn’t right. He paused above her, his chest squeezing like a blacksmith’s billows, and looked down at her face.

Her eyes were shut tight and her bottom lip was between her teeth.

“Honey? Baby, look at me.”

She opened her eyes but pressed her lips together.

“Was I wrong thinking you had at least a little experience?”

“I’ve done this before.” She bit her lip and winced. “Sort of.”

He wanted to howl, wanted to fuck deep into her—she’d given him permission, engineered his seduction for just this objective.

However, she was barely tried. He’d tear her tender tissues unnecessarily if he took her the way his body was primed. Jesus, she was killing him.

He was there—inside her at last, but he couldn’t move. He’d felt her stretch to accommodate him, felt the resistance of her tightening channel and the quivering of her body.

“There’s no in betweens here,” he growled. “You’ve been with a man or you haven’t.”

Still gasping, her hands clenched in spasms on his shoulders. “I had one man, a preacher’s son, but he came as soon as he started slipping inside me.”