Paradise Awakening (Passion in Paradise 1)

Purposely leaving her panties off, she slipped on the black spandex micro mini skirt, knowing it barely covered her ass cheeks. Next she chose a tiger striped tank top that laced in the front. Near transparent, it stretched and clung to her breasts, accentuating her aroused nipples.

Thank technology for Internet shopping, she thought. She'd never have found skimpy, sexy little clothes like these at her local shopping mall.

Slipping on high heeled sandals that made her appear as if she were all legs, she took a glance in the full length mirror and didn't recognize the woman standing before her.

Gone was Dr. Serena Graham, Professor of Literature. In her place stood Sexy Siren Serena, armed and ready for Oral Adventures.

She was going to blow Michael's mind today, among other things. With a light hearted giggle she went in search of her prey.

Chapter Six

Michael followed behind Serena, watching that fiery ass of hers sway back and forth underneath the tight little skirt. With every step he caught a glimpse of the bottom of her ass.

Fuck. She could make him go from zero to hard in an instant.

When she'd stepped out of the bedroom he had to fight to keep from drooling. The skimpy little skirt and tight, tiger striped shirt that barely held her breasts in was pure torture.

His throat went dry and his cock sprang to attention. Painful, aching attention. Like it had been for the past three days.

At least he'd get some relief now.

This time the adventure room was private. Much smaller than the voyeur theater, the small bedroom contained a king sized bed and a round, whirlpool tub. Huge windows surrounded the entire room. On the second floor, the windows would allow light in and a chance to see the island around them, still affording them all the privacy they'd want.

For those who wanted privacy, anyway. Some guests opted for the first floor room for their oral play, not minding a bit if others walked by and peeked in.

But Michael wanted privacy, wanted Serena to himself today. The group stuff yesterday had been fun. Now it was time for some one-on-one action.

With mouths and tongues.

He shifted, his hard-on pressing insistently against his shorts, begging for release. It couldn't come soon enough.

If this was what the hero in his next book would have to endure, the poor guy might be begging for death by chapter three.

Serena smiled and turned to him. "Do you like the room?"

He shrugged. "What's not to like? Plenty of toys to play with."

She nodded and followed his gaze to the shelves on either side of the bed. Body paints, flavored massage oils, oral sex gels and lotions - anything they could get in their mouths they could play with today.

Even food items like honey and chocolate syrup.

"Hungry?" he asked.

Her green eyes darkened. "For you."

She stood near the foot of the bed. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him. She smiled, threading her fingers through his hair.

"Any inhibitions about oral sex?" he asked, wanting to know what he could and couldn't do.

"Um, no. Although I don't have much experience in that area, either."

Michael sighed. So nearly untouched, and yet so fucking adventurous she took his breath away. Were all the men in Kansas complete morons?

"Have you ever sucked a cock, Serena?"

"Yes. Once or twice."

"Ever had a guy come in your mouth?"

"No."

His cock twitched, clamoring to be the first. "Had your pussy licked?"

"Sorta. Not to orgasm. They just did it as a quickie foreplay thing, you know?"

So, no man had brought her to orgasm by licking her pussy. This should be fun. And he had to admit, the idea of him giving her a "first" excited him. "Then we'll just have to figure out what you do like, won't we?"

She nodded and licked her lips.

Unable to wait any longer, Michael slid his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, feeling her slight shiver.

"Cold?"

"No. Excited."

He chuckled. She was so damn honest in her feelings. He'd make this a mind blowing experience for her.

He pressed a soft kiss against her lips, then pressed on, coaxing her mouth open so he could slide his tongue inside. She met his tongue with hers, eagerly twining and sucking until his raging hard-on knocked on his pants for attention.

Keeping his gaze focused on her, he slowly undid the laces of her shirt, pulled it apart and reached for her breasts. She stepped forward and thrust her distended nipples into his waiting hands.

"You have gorgeous nipples, Serena. I want my mouth on them. I want to suck them until you beg me to fuck you."

Her rapid heartbeat thrummed against his hands and her breathing quickened. He loved how easily she became aroused.

Slipping the shirt off her shoulders, he left her skirt on and sat her on the bed, kneeling before her. He scanned the shelves next to him and grabbed a bottle of chocolate body paint.

"You like chocolate?" she asked.

"I like your breasts," he replied. "But it might be fun to play a little."

He opened the bottle, inhaling the sweet aroma of cocoa beans, and carefully spread a splotch of the dark creamy substance across her neck, down over her collarbone and around her breasts. When he spread the paint over each of her nipples, she sucked in a breath and moaned.

After capping the bottle, he pulled her knees apart and nestled between her legs, pulling her towards him. Her sweet fragrance mingled with the chocolate, and he gently licked the syrup off her neck, feeling her shiver against him.

Following the trail of body paint, he stroked his tongue down the length of her throat, over her collarbone, and down to one breast, taking his time, coaxing her response, building her anticipation.

Then he took one, slow swipe of her nipple with his tongue.

She hissed and arched her back, forcing the erect bud further inside his mouth. He sucked it in, swirling his tongue around the hard pebble, then moved to the other nipple and did the same. She wound her fingers through his hair and pushed his mouth against her breasts.

He could spend all day buried between her breasts, but there was much more of her he wanted to explore.

"Lie down on the bed," he commanded.

With a quick tug, he yanked her skirt off and parted her legs, ogling her shaved pussy. Damn, it was a beautiful sight. Wet, with her cream flowing down her lips to the crack of her ass.

"You're wet already, Serena. Are you ready for this?"

"Yes, Michael. Please," she begged, squirming.

"Let's try something different." He turned once again to the shelves, selecting a bottle of erotic butter.

"A little butter for your muffin," he said with a laugh.

She lifted her head and watched him pour the butter rum flavored lotion over the top of her pussy. It slid down over her clit, her lips, and into the crack of her ass.

She gasped. "It's cold."

"You'll be warm in a minute," he promised, then bent his head towards the pussy he'd been wanting to get his mouth on for days. He inhaled her sweet fragrance, but waited, watching her, knowing she anticipated his tongue, wanting her to suffer just a few seconds longer.

"Michael. Please."

"Please, what? Tell me what you want, Serena," he whispered.

"Lick me. Suck my clit. Make me come."

With a growl of pure animal lust he bent down and slowly swiped his tongue over her clit. She cried out and lifted her hips off the bed. Sliding his hands under her ass, he covered her slit with his mouth, sucking the distended nub between his lips.

The mixture of the flavored butter and her natural taste was heaven. He pressed his tongue flat against her clit, circling the distended nub over and over again until she writhed beneath him, her desire flowing over his chin.

"Oh, God, Michael, Oh God, I can't take this. Please, please."

He knew she was mindless w

ith passion, didn't even know what she was saying. Her moans, her movements nearly drove him over the edge, but he focused on her, wanting this to be spectacular for her. He moved his mouth lower and slid his tongue deep inside her, stroking it in and out like he would if it were his cock. She gasped and grabbed his head, pulling him closer.

Then he replaced his tongue with his fingers, gently probing against her flesh until he slid one inside, then two. She bucked off the bed as he relentlessly stroked her pussy with his fingers, once again taking her clit between his lips and gently sucking and licking.

"I'm going to come," she rasped.

She wasn't kidding. She cried out and her pussy contracted tightly against his fingers. Her come poured out over his hand as she kept at it, moaning and lifting her hips, her hands clenching the sheets on the bed. He lapped her up greedily, her intoxicating flavor driving him crazy.

Moments later, she relaxed, still panting, her legs shaking with aftershocks.

Michael's cock felt like stone--aching, pulsing with the need to plunge inside Serena's sopping wet pussy and come like he'd never come before.

It took all the restraint he had not to jump up and drive deep inside her. Instead, he climbed up on the bed and pulled her against him while she recovered her breathing.

"Wow," she whispered against his chest.