Man of Honor (Passion in Paradise Book 4) (49 page)

“Like ripe, succulent
strawberries just beggin’ to be tasted by my tongue,” Zeke muttered as he
licked his lips hungrily before swiping his tongue against her nipple and
pulling it between his lips for a long suck.

Honor keened as her
back bowed, her hands burying in Zeke’s thick black hair as he suckled.  She
loved feeling his mouth work at her flesh, his low grunts of pleasure mixing
with her needy moans as he moved from one breast to the other and back again. 
His hands wandered as he suckled, moving from squeezing her mounds to stroking
down her side to toy with the elastic band of her panties.  Finally offering
her right breast one last erotic pull, he lifted his head to look down at her
with aroused eyes.

“I love tasting these
gorgeous tits you have, but I’m still hungry.  You think you can trust me to
explore this beautiful body some more?  Your mouth and breasts aren’t the only
places you can enjoy having my mouth, darlin’,” he shared huskily.

 Eyes wide, Honor
could only nod, curious as to where he meant to kiss her next.  God knew that
she loved everything he’d taught her about her body so far.  In his arms, she
felt safe and protected and she wanted to know what other pleasures waited for
her and for them.  “Where else do you want to put your mouth?” she asked,
trying to keep any hint of anxiety from her voice.  She suspected if Zeke knew
she was feeling nervous, he’d call a halt to his exploration.  And the truth
was that while she might be a little uneasy, she was a long way from frightened. 
More than anything, she just wanted to be prepared.

Shifting above her so
that his hand could slip between her slender legs, Zeke smiled when Honor
moaned, her hips already lifting for his touch.  “Remember how I’ve touched you
here and made that sweet body sing for me, baby?” he asked, caressing her
throbbing folds through the damp satin of her panties.

“Mmmhmmm,” Honor
whined as her core tightened and pulsed with every light pass of his fingers,
making her wish he’d slide his hand beneath her underwear and rub her until the
ache went away.

“I want to use my
tongue there instead of my fingers so that I can taste that sweet pussy,” he
explained, his sexy voice low and gravelly. 

Honor’s eyes dilated
as she gazed at the man above her.  “People do that?” she squeaked, her cheeks
feeling as though they’d been set on fire.

“Oh, yeah,” Zeke
confirmed, using his index finger to rub a small little circle right over where
her clit was located.  “Give me a chance, sweetheart.  I promise you’ll love it
and if you don’t, we’ll stop.”  Dropping his lips to hers he kissed her
lightly.  “C’mon, baby, let me lap up all my Kitten’s cream,” he urged hotly as
his fingers pressed in just the right way against her still covered mound and
pulled a low cry of delight from her lips.

Honor gulped and
nodded wildly.  If he could bring her body this much pleasure with a
barely-there touch of the tip of his finger, she couldn’t
imagine
what
he’d be able to do if he used his mouth.

But she wanted to
find out.

Desperately.

Holding her breath as
Zeke slithered down her body, pressing hot, openmouthed kisses to her skin
every few inches, Honor couldn’t help her needy whine when his mouth paused
above her midsection button, his lips pursing to blow a cool stream of air over
her belly button.  “Zeke,” she whimpered as his low chuckle vibrated the
outdoor bed, “Quit teasin’.”

“Kitten, teasing is
half the fun,” he returned, gently biting her hip bone as he hooked two fingers
around her panties.  “You ain’t gonna need these anymore today, darlin’,” he
shared before centering his head just above her core. 

Embarrassed, Honor
automatically moved a hand to cover herself only to hear a low growl emanate
from Zeke’s throat.

Catching her delicate
wrist, Zeke shook his head as he kept his eyes glued to her dewy intimate
flesh.  “No, ma’am,” he denied.  “This is mine now, Honor.  You don’t get to
hide what’s mine away from me.  Not anymore, sugar.  I’ve waited too damned
long to own this pretty pussy.  I fought for it.  I’d die for it.  I own it. 
Hear me?”

Zeke’s raw words
should have made her uncomfortable or, at the very least, disconcerted her. 
But she felt none of that.  Instead, that deep declaration of ownership
thrilled her.  Knowing how much he wanted
her…
how long he’d waited for
her
…
it called to something primal inside her.  “Yes, Zeke,” she breathed,
withdrawing her hand until it rested on the bed beside her hip.

“That’s my good
girl,” Zeke praised, dipping his head to nuzzle the short downy curls between
her legs, the blond tufts already darkening with the evidence of her need.

“Zeke?” she whispered
weakly as she felt his thumbs tenderly part her folds and his heated breath fan
over the slick lips of her vagina. 

“Shhh, baby.  I’m
gonna take real good care of you,” Zeke promised as his tongue darted out,
splitting through her swollen folds and taking  a long lick up her seam until
he reached her throbbing clit. Flicking the bud gently with the tip of his
tongue, he groaned as her sweet flavor coated his tongue. 

Honor’s lips parted
on a soundless scream as one hand fisted the pillow behind her head.  With
every slide of Zeke’s tongue… with every sensual pull of his lips, she felt
every muscle in her body tightening, poised for some kind of spectacular
explosion.  “Oh, God, Zeke!” she panted as he whirled his tongue in slow
circles, barely grazing the pulsing bud that throbbed with acute sensation. 
“Please,” she begged as her other hand clenched in his hair, her nails scraping
against his scalp.  “Please, please, please,” she pleaded, unsure what exactly
she was begging him to give her as every nerve ending in her body seemed to
awaken at once.

“Let yourself fall
into it,” Zeke murmured from between her legs before licking her swollen clit
again.  

She cried out as she
felt two of his long fingers pierce her channel and slide deep.  Bucking her
hips against his hand, she bit her lip as he pumped those two fingers inside
her with slow shallow strokes, bumping something magical within her on ever
instroke. 

“Fuck, that’s it,
Honor,” Zeke groaned as his fingers picked up speed.  “I can feel your tight
pussy startin’ to flutter, baby.  Ride my fingers and give me that sweet
cream,” he encouraged her deeply before bending to quickly begin flicking her
engorged clit with his tongue.    

Acute pleasure that
seemed to all be centered between her legs began to consume Honor.  “Oh, God. 
God.  Right there, Zeke!  Oh, it feels so good right there!” she babbled almost
incoherently as the pressure built inside her.  “Oh, God!  Zeke!!” she cried
out as she lifted her hips, meeting every hard thrust of Zeke’s fingers. 

Zeke’s mouth kept
eating at her even as his molten gray eyes stared up her body to collide with
her own half frightened gaze.  Pleasure built inside her at a dizzying pace,
stealing her breath as her muscles constricted almost painfully.  Eyes drifting
closed as her neck craned against the pillow behind her head, she whimpered as
Zeke’s mouth lifted.

“Eyes,” he demanded gruffly
even as he kept his fingers plunging inside her, hitting some previously
unknown button where all her pleasure seemed to be centered.  “I want to see
what I do to you, baby.”

Opening her eyes as
her climax reached a crescendo, Honor could only gasp as an internal explosion
rocked through her body sending shards of electrifying sensation raining down
on her.  Thrashing against the mattress under the intensity of her climax, she
was distantly aware of Zeke’s low growl of approval as he rose over her to
settle his body firmly between her legs.   “Zeke?” she panted, clutching at his
shoulders as her startled eyes found his.

“I could watch you
cum like that every day for the rest of our lives and still feel like I wanted
to see it again and again.  That’s how fuckin’ perfect you are, Honor.  I’m
never gonna get enough of sampling your sweetness,” he murmured deeply before
capturing her lips.

Tasting her slightly
salty flavor in their kiss, Honor knew she should have felt anxious by the
level of that intimacy, but the truth was that she couldn’t get enough of his
touch and quickly found herself chasing his tongue in a sensual game of hide
and seek.   Tangling her legs with his as she slid her hands up and down his
strong back, Honor’s breath caught when she realized that somewhere along the
way, Zeke had shed his boxers.  “You’re naked,” she whispered into his lips
between kisses.

“Mmm hmmm,” he hummed
in agreement.  “So are you, Kitten,” he pointed out as he nipped her lower lip
playfully.  “You okay with that or do you want me to back up a little?  If
you’re scared, baby, we can stop,” he offered calmly, lifting his head to stare
down at her with understanding eyes.

“N-no, I don’t wanna
stop!  Not when you can make me feel as good as you just did,” she confided
shyly, hiding her hot face in his neck.  “I was just surprised.  I never saw
you take your skivvies off and well, I’ve never a man… down
there
before,” she explained, her words slightly muffled, but audible.

“Then I think we need
to rectify that,” Zeke announced before he tightened his arms around Honor and
rolled onto his back, pulling her body on top of his.  Helping her straddle
him, he gently eased Honor into a sitting position until her bottom settled
just over his belly button.

“What are you doing?”
Honor squeaked as she braced her hands on his chest. 

“Getting you used to
me,” Zeke answered easily.  “You said you’ve never seen a naked man, so I’m
letting you learn the body of the only naked man you’ll ever see as long as I’m
breathing.  Get to exploring, Kitten.”

“Huh?” she asked
blankly.

“Use those tiny hands
of yours to learn your man’s body, baby,” Zeke repeated as he gently covered
one of her delicate hands and guided it over down his chest and over his hard
belly.  “Feel how my body responds to yours,” he directed gently.

Biting her lower lip
uncertainly, Honor’s eyes dropped to where her pale white hands rested against
his darker skin.  “How are you so dark on your chest when you rarely go without
a shirt?” she murmured, stroking her hands tentatively across his breastplate.

“Native American
ancestors on my daddy’s side,” Zeke returned softly, his eyes watching her
hands move.  

Honor nodded as she
slowly slid her hands down his obliques and abdominal muscles.  Licking her
lips, she kept her focus on Zeke’s face as she scooted her butt back until it
rested against his thighs. 

“It’s alright.  Look
down and see the part of me that’s scaring you.  You’ve felt my dick against
you before and it never caused you harm.  Believe me, it won’t hurt you now
either,” Zeke assured her quietly, his voice kind and gentle.

Taking a deep breath,
Honor forced herself to look down between his legs.  “Oh, my,” she breathed as
she took in his thick, ruddy erection standing proudly from a tuft of dark
hair, his twin sacs resting heavily on either side of his penis.   Reaching for
it without conscious thought, she quickly caught herself when her fingers were
only a breath away from his staff. 

“It’s okay,
sweetheart.  Nothing bad’s gonna happen if you touch me there,” Zeke informed
her softly as he reached for her hand and guided it to his swollen member. 
“Wrap your hand around it, baby.”

Honor nodded mutely
as she wrapped her hand mostly around his length.  His flesh was hot, but
smooth to touch, and while he was incredibly hard, his flesh felt incredibly
soft, almost like wet satin.  Tightening her fingers, she was enthralled as she
watched a tiny shiny bead of liquid escape his tip to roll slowly down his
staff.  Shooting him a worried look, she whispered, “I’m not hurting you, am
I?”

Zeke grinned and
shook his head.  “Only in the sweetest of ways, darlin’.  Don’t stop.”

Honor’s head tilted
to the side as she watched a second pearly bead appear at the head of his
dick.  “You’re leakin’,” she whispered as she used the tip of her thumb to rub
the moisture at his tip.

“That’s pre-cum.” 
Seeing the confusion on her face, he continued.  “It’s a lubricant to get my
cock ready to slide inside you nice and easy like.”

“Oh,” she breathed as
he thrust his dick into the fist she made around his cock. 

“Stroke me, baby,”
Zeke suggested.  “Like this,” he murmured, covering her hand with his and
demonstrating the motion he wanted her to make. 

Working her hand over
his straining flesh, she felt him becoming slicker in her hand.  Moving her
fist up and down, she watched his face tighten and his head press against the
pillows.  “Am I doing it right?” she whispered as more of his creamy essence
spilled from the tip of his dick. 

“Fuck, yes, baby! 
That’s perfect,” he hissed as his hips began to move a little faster, sliding
his dick in her tight grip.

Mesmerized by the
effect her hand had on him, she couldn’t help wondering if her mouth would make
him even happier.  She’d loved having Zeke’s mouth on her, and the pleasure
she’d experienced had been beyond anything she’d ever known.  She couldn’t help
but speculate if
her
mouth would leave him with the same mind-blowing
experience.  “Zeke, could I… taste you, too?” she asked, slightly nervous.