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He felt her struggle frantically to meet
him, her body responding avidly to the primal mating and his tempo increased.
Not once did he allow her to look away from him, nor did he take his eyes away
from hers. He watched them glaze once again in passion, but she didn’t look
away. He felt her body pulling at him, sucking him under. He couldn’t last any
longer. He moved his hand between them and pinched her clit, sending her
screaming once more over the edge…this time taking him plunging into oblivion
with her.

Chapter Eight

Joey sighed and sat back from her laptop.
Her body felt pleasantly sore and her mind raced as it darted from one new
experience, from one incredible tactile memory to another. She fell asleep in
Gray’s arms last night after he carried her to the outside shower and bathed
the lotion from her skin. His hands soaped her and he played with her body
until she again started begging him for sex. At her pleas, he bent her over the
rock ledge and filled her. Filled her and touched her and pushed her into
another orgasm. It hadn’t ended there.

At some point during the night, she awoke
flat on her back, legs spread wide with Gray’s head buried between them. His
tongue moved over her and in her as his mouth suckled her. The sensations once
again forced her to plead and demand for him to feed her desire—a desire she
hadn’t realized was possible until he came into her life.
Careful, Joey.
This is about now…there is no future. He volunteered his body for your pleasure
and education. Not his heart.

The wayward sentiment shocked her to her
heels. She didn’t want a man in her life and she didn’t want his heart. Did
she? Well, it was a moot point anyway. She couldn’t demand his emotions like
she demanded his body every time he so much as touched her. She would just have
to take the time given her and keep reminding herself the memories they made
would be enough.

When he left this morning he kissed her
with sweet promise and a whispered reminder of appointments he needed to keep
with a builder in Honolulu. He’d be back tonight and would come over for more
research. The word said in husky tones that sent shivers racing down her spine.
He told her to enjoy the beach, write some hot sex scenes he could read tonight
and decide what she wanted to try with his body.

And she did write. Fast and furious her
fingers flew over the keyboard as she wrote sizzling, erotic scenes. Making her
wish he could be at hand to repeat last night’s wonderful inspiration.

A loud
plop
on the table brought her
back to the present. She sat out on the lanai, the air warm, humid and scented
with the spicy fragrance of plumeria blossoms. A small trickle of sweat ran
between her breasts. The ocean whispered the perfect background noise for
writing. No interference, nothing to disturb her. She looked around trying to
figure out what the plop noise had been. She couldn’t see anything. She lowered
the screen of her laptop, peered over the top and came face-to-face with a
little blue-eyed gecko busy checking out the back of her computer. She glanced
at the ceiling and then looked back down. He was a brilliant green, with small
red dots on his head and little red blots of color down his back, his tail a
lighter shade of green than the rest of his body. She’d heard geckos were good
luck.

Glancing around, she decided they’d better
be. At least five of the little suckers surrounded her—they were on the floor,
the walls and, she glanced down, one even tried to crawl up a leg of her chair.
Okay…that was a little too close for nature study. Their little three-toed
suction cup fingers were too creepy. She wanted some distance. She moved her
chair back and they all disappeared. Good. She would go for a walk on the beach
and think about tonight. Without her new green friends.

Gray felt impatient and restless with his
flight’s delay. Hanalei was still a half-hour drive when he landed. He’d missed
Joey today. Thought about her several times, and, just as often, reminded
himself that she was a tourist. He’d just met her and she would only be on the
island temporarily. He planned to fuck her as often as he could before she left
and, hopefully, his constant partial erection would go back to behaving itself.

Unfortunately, his mind didn’t listen. All
of the contemplations hadn’t been about sinking his willful cock into her hot
body. Just as many were of him wondering what Joey’s reaction would be to
things he saw. Hell, at one point at lunch he wondered if Joey would like to go
to a luau and try kalua pig, the traditional buried in a pit, wrapped in banana
leaves and cooked in the fire—Hawaiian delicacy…and the disgusting poi. Stupid
things. This relationship was about now. About sex. Thinking of sex led him to
wonder what she would want to try tonight. What positions? What exercises?
Finally comfortable with the track his mind was on he relaxed. After all, this
non-relationship was all about sex.
Right?

Joey spent hours looking through books and
thinking about what she wanted to try next—what she really wanted out of
tonight. Some of the books seemed to be more about creating intimacy…setting
the stage. Little story vignettes teaching you how to include candlelight and
love words and how to worship each other with love and not with raw lust.

Her thoughts skittered over those options
and kept returning to a book on bondage. Not the S&M variety of bondage—she
didn’t think she could handle that yet, even if it was intriguing. With a
long-term commitment she could see herself getting there someday. The mental
image of Gray spanking her made her shiver. Not with fear, but with
titillation. Maybe someday.

She kept returning to the vision of him
tied to her bed, and then being bound and at his mercy. Both scenarios included
having a variety of stuff available to tease and enhance their pleasure. Oh,
yeah. They hadn’t used the silk scarves last night, or a feather…or any number
of possible implements. She also recalled a passage in one of the books, which
explained the benefits of having an erotic feast from your lover’s body. She
remembered a list including honey, strawberries and whipped cream, and
chocolate sauce as favorites for the experience. She didn’t want all of them
but she thought she would take a look in town and figure out what sounded like
fun.

Then she would go buy a cheap sheet from
the store. This sounded very messy and she didn’t want to ruin her temporary
landlord’s property.

Joey showered, shaved her legs and blew her
hair dry. Not an easy job in the high humidity. She applied a light dusting of
makeup and then went to work converting the bedroom. She changed the sheets and
looped four soft scarves around the corners of the cane bed frame. The fragile
silk wouldn’t hold if you yanked on them, but they would do for tonight’s
purpose.

She opened the windows to the warm tropical
breeze and the full moonlight then turned to look over the tray sitting at the
side of the bed. If Gray agreed with her plans, she’d add a few things from the
refrigerator. Her thoughts centered all afternoon on the experience to come,
the planning and preparation for a night of sexual exploration kept her body
and her needs in sharp focus.

Her body anxious and tense with drawn out
anticipation, she’d walked around all day with her nipples peaked in hard
arousal and the sensitive folds of her labia flushed and swollen in smoldering
arousal. She wondered how Gray would feel if she met him at the door naked and just
attacked him.

The unusual experience of preparing for
tonight, while keeping thoughts of Gray uppermost in her mind, also pointed out
so many things that had been missing in her relationship with Mike. She now saw
very clearly that Mike had been uncomfortable with first her sensuality and
then with her success. Spending time with Gray, with a man who seemed
comfortable and turned on by both, underlined her conclusions in red ink. She
wanted to try new things, new experiences. Mike hadn’t. She admitted to herself
that she was unable to imagine doing the exercises and activities listed in
most of the books she read with Mike—even if he would have agreed to give them
a try.

It was Gray she saw in her mind and Gray
she thought about and built tonight’s fantasy around.

Her thoughts kept circling back to his
arrival and she jumped when she heard his knock and his warm hello from the
front door. Her heart rate leapt in eagerness.

Gray saw Joey coming toward him through the
screen door. Dressed in a simple pale pink sundress, her breasts swayed unbound
beneath the fabric and her wild brown hair fell in a sensual tangle around her
shoulders. His cock strained in appreciation. She smiled her welcome and he
folded her into his arms, kissing her lightly. If he gave in to his hunger now,
there would be no playing—it would just be down and dirty.

She offered him a drink, he accepted a beer
and they spent a few minutes talking about their individual days. During a lull
in the conversation, Gray asked if she’d made any decisions about tonight, “Are
you still comfortable with me, Joey? Do you still want to play?”

Joey’s laugh trilled out in a delighted
sigh. “Play?” she questioned. “Oh, now that sounds so much better than research
or experiment. I can’t wait, Gray.” He relaxed. He’d been unaware of the
tension in his body until she reaffirmed her intentions.

Gray smiled. “Yeah, and it is so much fun.
I take it you decided what you want to try tonight?”

“Umm, yes. If it’s all right with you I
planned a combination of experiences. Light bondage with what one book calls a
lover’s feast.” Joey went on to explain her choice to him. He could see she
wanted to make sure he had no objection.

Objection? Gray’s body surged into
overdrive with just the description of what she’d planned.

“Do you want to let me tie you up first,
Joey, or do you want me at your mercy?” he questioned, trying to keep the
eagerness out of his tone.

Joey explained to him how she’d debated
this question all day and finally decided she wanted her hands on him first.
Their urgency last night left her little time to explore his body. And she
wanted him at her mercy. “If it’s okay with you, Gray,” she said blushing, “I’d
like you to be bound first. I have several ideas after last night.”

Gray cleared his throat. His entire blood
flow seemed to have been taken over by his cock, making speech difficult. “No.
I would love to go first. Joey, how well do you like your dress?”

Joey looked down at her sundress and then
brought her eyes back up to meet his in confusion. “This dress? I like it
enough. I’ve owned it for a couple of years. Why?”

“A fantasy of my own. Think you could leave
it on for me and let me cut it off you when I’m ready?” he said, as he looked
at her, not bothering to hide the passion evident in his gaze.

Joey’s pulse rocketed. Oh, yes! She worked
to clear her thoughts while drowning in his smoldering look and the idea of
being bound at his mercy and having him undress her that way. A bodice-ripper
fantasy—goody, one of her favorites. Imagine being abducted by a pirate, a
concubine in a pasha’s harem…oh, baby, the possibilities seemed endless. Not
trusting her voice, she managed little more than a quick nod of her head in
agreement. She went to gather the scissors and a few supplies from the kitchen
before joining him in the bedroom.

Chapter Nine

Gray’s cock stood up and did a mad dance of
strained anticipation when he first saw the multicolored silk scarves on the
bedposts, the crisp blue sheets on the bed and the tray on the nightstand. He
swallowed hard when Joey stood before the bed and said in a soft voice, “Will
you let me tie you up?”

If he didn’t get control of himself now
this would be over
way
too fast. He’d always enjoyed a creative sex life
but he knew he’d never had anyone go to such detailed lengths for him. His
partners let him be creative and went along for the ride. Not Joey. With
eagerness and a touch of naïveté, she’d put everything she could think of into
making this night memorable.

He nodded his head. “Gladly,” he croaked
out.

Gray watched Joey, wondering if she noticed
the tight clench of his jaw and the fierce heat he knew she would see in his
brown eyes. She kept glancing at him, as if she were unable to believe what she
was about to do.

He watched as she took a deep breath and
turned to him. Her voice was shaky. “Okay. Here is my fantasy. I am about to
play Indian captive turning the tables on her gorgeous Indian brave… I suppose
that isn’t politically correct, but I don’t care.”

He chuckled encouragingly and replied,
“There is no incorrect desire in the bedroom, sweetheart. This is your fantasy
and I am just happy to be a part of it. I kind of like where you are taking
this. I’ll be your Indian brave and make all your dreams come true.”

He was glad he left his hair free tonight,
as he watched her, eyes riveted on its shiny, straight length falling over his
shoulders. She reached out to him, for a moment just running her fingers
through his hair and sighing in pleasure.

She grinned at him. “Your hair looks like a
black waterfall with deep blue highlights. All I can think about when I look at
it, when I feel how silky it is, is how much I want your hair brushing over my
skin.”

Gray moaned and made her a promise, “When I
have you naked and bound tonight, I’ll make sure you get your wish.”

While she watched him, Gray stripped and
settled himself on the bed to tease her, he pulled a corner of the sheet over
his groin. He waited for her, his anticipation building. Slowly she moved to
each corner and fastened his arms and legs with the waiting scarves.

“How’s that?” she asked. He pulled against
his restraints and then grinned at her wickedly.

“They’ll hold,” he said, his voice rough.

Joey stood back and tapped her lips with
the tip of a finger, considering. He watched as she glanced around the well-lit
room and moved to flip off the light switch. The full moon shining through the
window was perfect. The moonlight bathed Joey with its soft glow. There were no
shadows to cover her body. He would see every blush, every reaction in fine
detail.

While he waited for Joey, he lay still.
With his arms and legs spread-eagle, he tested her knots. When he tugged on the
scarves they didn’t move…just tightened around his wrists and ankles. He knew
if he really wanted to get loose—if he needed to touch her—he would be able to
rip the fabric with one hard pull. But, for now, he would turn his body over to
her mercy.

The soft fabric of her sundress wouldn’t
restrict Joey’s movement. Already barefoot, there was just one more thing to
get rid of. Watching Gray, she lifted up the skirt of her dress and slipped her
fingers into the sides of her thong. She watched him hold his breath, watched
his eyes focus with heated intent on her hands. Her movements slow, she
tormented him by pulling down her panties and letting the dress slide down to
cover her. He would have caught a brief flash of the trim curls covering her
pussy.

“Joey,” he hissed her name, that one word
full of hunger and demand. She smiled to herself as she moved to sit on the bed
beside him and pull away the sheet covering his center.
Ahhh
. Her little
peep show definitely had an effect. She couldn’t drag her eyes away from the
impressive sight of his manhood as it strained toward the ceiling. He was long.
Thick. The skin tone on his cock was as golden tan as the rest of his body, the
vein running from base to head throbbed blue and swollen. His cock thrust tall
and proud from tight black curls, the head engorged with blood and gleaming
with just the hint of moisture.

Joey knew Gray watched her as she studied
him. She could feel the intensity of his gaze. As she sat there, touching him
with only her eyes, her body flushed in response to his reaction. She took a
deep breath of anticipation as his cock expanded even further, then jumped with
straining need as she used her tongue to moisten her lips. “Touch me, Joey,” he
pleaded.

She met his gaze, seeing the open hunger in
his eyes. She’d wanted complete and unrestricted access to his body, but the
sight of him bound and open to her numbed every working brain cell. She
couldn’t concentrate. Couldn’t focus on anything but his groin. Dragging her
eyes from his she glanced at the tray, at the many selections and grinned.
Well, she didn’t have to give up everything in her hurry to have him cupped in
her hands.

Sitting up on her knees she reached her
hands out to run the tips of her fingers over his chest, using them to define
his muscles, to squeeze his shoulders and smooth her palms over his exquisite
flesh. She purred, “Magnificent.” She leaned over him to run her tongue across
one dark, puckered nipple. She could feel his body tense under her hands, heard
his moan of delight as she drew the tight nub into her mouth and pressed it
between her lips. As she used her mouth on his nipple, she lowered one hand to
tease circles around his belly button and smiled with her mouth against his
flesh as he sucked in his stomach in reaction to her touch. Felt him hold his
breath.

In a slow, tantalizing glide, she slid her
fingers down until she touched his velvet shaft and measured his length with
her hands. Running her finger along his length, she started at the base and
traced a line upward to swirl around the swollen end. She encircled him with
her hand and moved her mouth in a trail down his stomach. When she was poised
over his center, she looked up to meet the molten heat of his gaze and bent
with deliberate intent to run her tongue in a light, teasing stroke through the
slit on the end.

She watched in delight as Gray struggled to
keep still, his jaw clenched in the effort to keep silent. She lowered her eyes
to concentrate on his cock. He tasted a little salty, smelled musky, a warm,
wonderful spicy fragrance uniquely his. Joey breathed deep and slipped her
mouth over him, drew up. Slipped back down and sucked, pressing her tongue flat
against his pulsing vein. She smiled around him as he bucked, pushing his shaft
deeper.

“Damn, Joey. Wait. Until. It’s. Your.
Turn,” he gasped in broken sentences. He moaned when she released him and
opened his eyes. She made sure she had his attention as she bent over the tray
with her ass high in the air which allowed him a teasing glimpse of her cunt
from the back. She heard him struggle against the silky ties holding him
captive and he swore.

Smiling in anticipation, Joey drew back and
kneeled beside Gray on the bed. Opening the bottle of chocolate syrup, she
poured some into her hands and rubbed them together. Then she brought her
sticky, slippery hands down to massage the syrup along the turgid length of his
cock, paying close attention to the rounded tip. She enjoyed the sight of Gray
arching his neck and straining into her touch. He closed his eyes and she could
see the muscles in his neck and chest bunched. She reached between his legs and
dribbled the syrup over his balls.

Gray fought his body. Fought the temptation
to scream and buck like a madman. Her tentative touch, the liquid heat of her
tongue and the promise of her mouth were making submission impossible. He
struggled to keep from just yanking his arms and tearing to shreds the fabric binding
him.

“Yes!”
he
hissed between grinding teeth as she coated him in chocolate. Her hands sliding
in the slippery substance, the motion intended to drive him crazy. He tried to
relax, to turn his body over to her ministrations. Thinking of how it would be
when he was the one coating her in chocolate. Hell, he couldn’t think. His mind
became a red blur as sensations combined with the erotic list forming in his
mind. First he wanted to paint her chest with chocolate syrup. Then he wanted
to be buried so deep inside her they’d never get separated.

Joey did wonderful, swirling, throttling
things with her hands. She rolled his nuts in the palm of one hand and clasped
them in gentle care while moving her other hand over his shaft in a pumping
motion. She was going to kill him. He opened his eyes and bent his neck to
watch her.

Joey’s slipped her tongue out from between
her lips to lick him. He could see the dark chocolate-coated head, as it wept
more pre-come. She used her tongue to clean as much of him as she could reach.
Her voice came out in a demanding growl, “Ummm. You taste of sweet chocolate
and salt and Gray. Bend your knees. I want more.”

Gray swiftly complied with her demands and
opened his legs to her. She moved between them to lay on her stomach with her
face over his groin. The sight seared into his brain and he knew it was one
he’d never forget. She moved one hand to his shaft, the other to his butt to
pull him closer to her mouth.

Joey proceeded to lick and suck every hint
of chocolate from Gray’s body. With each forward motion she took more of him
into her suctioning heat. Gray panted and thrust his hips up and down; he had
no control over his body. He watched her with glazed eyes, his cock gliding in
and out of her mouth, her tongue teasing the slit at the head. His eyes met
hers and burned.

“Enough!” Gray roared.

“Not nearly enough,” she purred as she
moved back to her prize. Gray struggled against his bonds, trying desperately
to get free. He felt her smile around him as she continued to work her mouth on
his cock, alternating licking and sucking, moving her hands to grip his hips
and hold her to him.

Gray was going to explode. He gave up
fighting to free himself and let Joey take over his body. He couldn’t believe
the rush of fire in his veins as he realized he couldn’t stop her and gloried
in the fact he was at her mercy. He lost himself to the friction of her
tormenting mouth, the hot slide of her tongue. “Joey, I…can’t,” he gasped,
wanting to warn her.

“Hmmm,” she hummed against his sensitive flesh
and the vibrating sensation sent him jetting over the edge and into her mouth.
Even then she didn’t let him go, she just continued to lick and suck him clean.

Joey loved sucking Gray’s cock and watching
him lose control. She’d never been able to go the distance before. She’d always
stopped after a few minutes, never wanting to let Mike come in her mouth. The
attitude between them had been wrong for such an intimate sharing. But she
hadn’t felt that way with Gray. Slowly she moved off the end of the bed and
looked at him. He lay there limp, sated. His eyes were closed and his chest
moved up and down with his ragged breathing. She went into the bathroom to get
a warm washrag and returned to clean him up.

“Don’t!” he hissed, recoiling from her soft
touch. “Ah, baby, I’m too sensitive yet. You’ve killed me. Just. Oh, God, just
untie me and I’ll take care of it,” he moaned.

She moved to untie him and yelped when he
threw her to the bed flat on her back.

In one smooth motion he moved over her and
grabbed the washcloth. He made a couple of swipes to his groin and then grabbed
a condom from the tray. One of the ribbed varieties she’d picked up in town.
Wrapping himself in the latex, he kneeled between her legs and pulled her dress
up to her waist. Smiling, Joey realized he didn’t undress her because he wanted
to make sure he still got his bodice-ripping fantasy. Already hard again, he
stroked his fingers through her curls, parting her folds for his entry. She
groaned and bucked into him. She knew he would find her wet. Ready.

Gray put his hands under Joey’s hips and
lifted her to position his cock at her entrance. He pressed into her heat and
teased them both with shallow thrusts for a brief moment. He breached her just
a bare inch, and then pulled back, in…out…in…out. The teasing glide, a promise
of things to come.

“Gray!”

At her shouted demand, he lunged forward to
slap his groin against her center! Oh, God…he felt good. Thick and hard…filling
her. Her body clenched around him and he pulled back to do it again. And again.
The pace he set turned frantic and hard. She wrapped her arms around him, dug
her nails into his back. “Ohmygodfeelssogood!” She couldn’t get enough of him.
She knew she was screaming…crying out in reaction. She didn’t care.

Joey’s mind reeled. The combined sensations
of his thick cock slamming into her cunt and his balls slapping against her
ass, catapulted her into a wild, intense climax. As she exploded she heard Gray
shout her name. Felt his body as it swelled even more and erupted sending a rush
of liquid heat through her that started at the top of her head and blew through
her toes, plunging her into a second tidal wave of volatile sensation.
Damn…each time with him got better and better.