Man of Honor (Passion in Paradise Book 4) (50 page)

Stilling in her grip,
Zeke slowly focused on her curious face.  “That something you wanna try,
Kitten?  I don’t wanna push you too fast.”

“I wanna try,” she
replied in a hushed voice.  “I liked it when you did it to me, and I wanna make
you feel the way you made me feel.”

“Alright,
sweetheart,” he returned, shifting his legs so that she could kneel between
them on the big outdoor bed.  “But if you don’t like it, you stop. 
Understand?  It won’t be good for me if I know you don’t enjoy it, too.”

Honor nodded.  “How
do I…I mean, how exactly….” she tried to ask as she bent and eyed his thickly
veined, shiny staff with a mix of confusion and awe.  “I want this to be good
for you like it was for me.” 

“Baby, your mouth on
my cock?  Any way you do it is gonna be heaven.  But if you want some pointers,
start with the head and suck it gentle-like.  When you’re comfortable and ready
to go further, start to take more of my cock in your mouth.  Deeper feels
better for a man, but you don’t need to choke yourself, and don’t be afraid to
give the balls a gentle squeeze every now and again to let ‘em feel loved,
too.  Remember suction always feels good, and teeth are painful, pretty girl. 
The rest will come natural with time and experience.  Bottom line is that for a
guy, there’s no such thing as a bad blow job.  Anything you do is gonna feel
like a gift from the gods,” Zeke shared, gently rubbing her cheek.

“Okay,” Honor
whispered, mentally cataloguing his advice as she slowly parted her lips to
take the mushroom shaped tip into her mouth.  Closing her eyes as his exotic
flavor hit her taste buds, she couldn’t help her low moan.  Creamy, with just
the slightest hint of spice, he tasted like pure sin.  Swirling her tongue
around the knob-like tip, she heard Zeke make a rough sound of pleasure in the
back of his throat and she smiled, feeling powerful.

She spent several
long minutes acquainting herself with his throbbing erection.  Licking
playfully at his hard cock one minute and then sucking erotically at it the
next, she knew she was driving him insane with need, his low grunts and
desperate groans like music to her ears.

“Honor, baby, come
here.  You’ve got to stop,” Zeke demanded hoarsely as he buried the fingers of
one hand in her hair and tugging gently as her lips continued to torture him. 

Releasing him from
her mouth, she looked up his body.  “Why?  Am I doing something wrong?  Just
tell me what you like, and I’ll…”

“If your mouth felt
any better on my dick, you’d need to call the coroner.  The problem is that I’m
about thirty seconds away from exploding.”

Honor couldn’t help
her mischievous smile.  She felt feminine and powerful, and she loved how that
felt.  “I know I’m not an expert, but I don’t think most men would consider
that a problem.”

“No, my sassy little
siren, they wouldn’t.  But most men haven’t been waiting for six years to sink
into your heavenly body either.  I have.  And when I cum for the first time
with you, I want to be buried balls deep inside your pussy.  Not your mouth.”

“Oh,” Honor murmured,
taking a shallow breath as she averted her eyes.  She didn’t know why she was
surprised.  They’d been building to this all along.  And really, how much more
intimate did it get than having a man’s penis in your mouth?  The idea of Zeke
making them into one body shouldn’t rattle her now, should it?  Shifting until
she was laying on her back at his side, she stared up at the barn’s rafters.

“Babe?” Zeke asked,
as he rolled to his side and cupped her cheek and directed her eyes to his. 
“Talk to me.  What’s going through your mind right now?”

Staring at him, she
took a deep breath.  “Will it hurt?” she asked bluntly, her body going stiff as
she remembered the horrible pain she’d experienced years ago.  Of course, her
saner side knew that Zeke would
never
deliberately cause her an ounce of
pain, but sense memory said what came next was going to hurt like hell.

“Hey, Kitten.  Look
at me,” Zeke ordered, levering himself over her and cupping the back of her
neck as his fingers speared into her hair.   Taking his weight on one elbow, he
stared into a beautiful face pinched with worry.  Waiting until he held her
turbulent eyes with his, he vowed, “You have my word, there’s not gonna be a
single ounce of pain for you when I make you mine.  There’s only gonna be
pleasure for you, baby.  I promise.”

Hearing him so solemn
and seriously, emotion clogged Honor’s throat.  “I’m sorry.  I don’t wanna let
my past ruin this for us,” she whispered as a tear escaped her burning eyes.

Gently licking away
the tear, Zeke dropped his lips to hers and kissed her gently.  “Nothing is
going to ruin this for us, baby.  Just keep trustin’ me and I’ll guide us
through this,” he breathed against her lips.  “Can you do that for me?  Can you
trust me?” he asked between gentle kisses against her face while he stroked his
hands over her body, gently kindling the fire between them again.

“Yes,” Honor conceded
as she felt his hands soothing away her doubts.  “I trust you, Zeke.”  Lifting
her head to press her lips to his, she wrapped her arms around his neck and
pressed her naked breasts against his bare chest.  “Make me yours,” she
whispered. 

“You’ve always been
mine,” Zeke replied huskily as he dropped one hand between them to twirl a
finger around her nub and test her readiness.

“Fine,” Honor moaned,
lifting herself toward the hand between her legs.  “Let me make you
mine
,
then,” she amended with a sultry smile as she felt Zeke’s hardness slide
through her slick folds.

Zeke’s head dipped to
capture her lips as one arm reached out to snag his discarded jeans from the
side of the bed.  “One second, love,” he murmured before rearing back to kneel
between her parted legs.

Frowning, Honor
lifted her head to see what he was doing.  “Zeke?”

“I need to protect
you,” he explained as he fished his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans
and extracted a foil packet.  “Want you to have my babies more than I want my
next lung full of air, darlin’, but I want my gold on that left hand first,” he
continued before tearing open the packet with his teeth and sheathing his cock
in latex.

Honor’s heart thudded
in her chest at his declaration.  Staring at him as he crawled back up her
body, dropping kisses against her thigh, her abdomen, and her breasts, she
looped her arms around his neck when his lips finally reached hers.  “Babies?
As in, more than one,” she echoed with a tremulous smile.

“Perfect world… we’d
have three, but I’ll compromise on two,” he returned with a grin.

“And your gold?” she
repeated coyly, aching one eyebrow.

“If you want my
babies, you gotta take my gold.  It’s a package deal.  I’m a guy that firmly
believes in the power of a traditional nuclear family, and that’s what I want
for us.  Nothing less.”

Honor blinked back
happy tears.  She’d never imagined having what he offered her.  She’d never
thought she could have it.  Knowing that she could… it was a heady thing.  “I
love you, Ezekiel.  And I definitely think we can talk about both the gold and
the babies.  Someday,” she added meaningfully.

“Someday
soon,
Honor,”
he amended with twinkling eyes as he slowly flexed his hips and nudged her
folds with his thick length.   “Been waiting on you to catch up with me about
how I felt about you for years.  Now that you have, I don’t wanna waste any
more time.  You got me?” he murmured before lightly sucking at the vulnerable
spot between her shoulder and her neck. 

“Oh, Lord,” Honor
whined as his hot tongue slid along that sensitive patch of skin and his
fingers manipulated her swollen nub.  “I got you.”

“You sure?” he teased
as he moved his lips up the line of her jaw. 

“I’m p-positive,” she
stuttered as he continued playing with her clit.  Lifting her hips, she pushed
against his hand.  “Ohhhhh, God,” she bit out desperately.  “What in the world
are you doing to me?” she whimpered as he created a riot of sensations between
her legs.  “I can’t take much more of this.”

“Yes, you can,” Zeke
returned huskily, dipping his head to tongue one beaded nipple.  “I need to
make sure you’re plenty wet for me,” he breathed against her ear before
stealing a wet kiss from her lips.  “I need your tight little channel to be
slick and ready for me so that when I fill you, I can slide right inside your
sweet body just as easy as a key slips into a lock, baby.”

Instinctively
trusting Zeke to guide her through what should have been her first time… and
really, essentially
was
her first time since she knew next to nothing
about what was going to happen here between them, Honor wrapped her legs around
his lean hips and shimmied against his aroused body, the urge to be as close to
him as possible nearly undoing her.  Catching her breath as she felt his hot,
swollen cock move against her slippery folds, she lifted shocked eyes to find
Zeke’s steady gaze.  She knew she’d touched his penis before, had felt him
pulse and throb in her hand…heck, she’d even had him in her mouth, his big body
shuddering and on the brink of release, but now, having his length resting
right outside her body, poised and ready to become a part of her… it still was
a shocking realization to her.  Shocking, she thought, but not scary she
realized with relief.  She felt no fear in his arms.   Licking her lips, she
shamelessly pressed her achy core against his cock.  “I ache, Zeke,” she
confessed in a husky whisper. 

“I think I’ve got
something that might ease that hurt of yours, baby,” Zeke rasped as he
feathered a light kiss against her cheek while thrusting his hips against hers,
rubbing his dick against her center.  “You ready for me, Kitten?”

Shuddering as his
dick glided through her folds, the head tapping against the swollen bud of her
clit, Honor gasped.  “Oh, yeah.  I want you to make me feel good again, and
this time, I wanna make you feel it, too.” 

Zeke nodded and
reached for her hand, pulling it toward his cock.  “Take me, sweetheart.  Guide
me into you,” he urged hoarsely as her hand contracted around his jutting
shaft.  “Just go easy, and think of a stone falling into the water,” he
breathed against her ear as she slowly led him toward her.

“Oh, Zeke,” Honor
moaned as his tip of his penis pierced her snug channel.  “Yes,” she breathed
as his shaft slid deeper, stretching her in the sweetest possible way until
every single inch of him was imbedded inside her, deep and true. 

“Sweet mother of
fuck,” Zeke cursed, squeezing his eyes shut as he willed himself not to come
too soon.  Feeling the  agonizing pleasure of being buried inside of the only
woman who’d ever mattered, he knew this was as perfect a moment as there ever
was.  Lifting his head to stare into Honor’s eyes, he smiled at the awed expression
he saw reflected there.  “You okay, baby?” he asked, his voice gravelly with
passion.

Was she okay? 
Absolutely not.  Okay was way too mild a word for what she was feeling.  This
was the single most beautiful moment of her life.  It was transcendent.  Life
affirming.  Sublime!  “It’s… I’m… I feel so full of you,” she replied shakily,
staggered by the weight of the emotion she felt. 

“Is it too much?”
Zeke asked quickly as he began to withdraw only to groan heavily when Honor’s
legs contracted around him and pulled him deeper into her.

“No!  Don’t you dare
go away,” she replied, panicked.  “It’s not enough,” she tried to explain with
a timid smile.  “I want more of you, Zeke.  I need to feel you deeper,” she
whispered shyly as her back arched and her core fluttered around his length.

“Deeper?” he repeated
thickly, his muscles tensing as he fought the urge the surge inside her, hard
and deep.

“Yes,” she returned
with an avid nod.  “You feel so good inside me.  Please make love to me, Zeke. 
Show me how it’s supposed to be between a man and a woman.  Show me what I’ve
been missing for so long,” she begged as the brutal need inside her intensified
and her body rocked upward against his.  Pressing her mouth against his
shoulder, she bit down desperately as he made a low growling sound in his
throat.

Moaning as he pulled
his length out a few inches only to sink back inside her, harder and deeper
than before, Honor squeezed her legs around his hips, meeting each of his
thrusts with a counter stroke of her own.  Her lips found his blindly and long,
heated moments bled away as their tongues and bodies mated wildly.  Every slide
of his dick inside her fed a raging need to have him mark her as his.

“That’s it, baby,”
Zeke bit out as he slid his arms under Honor’s knees and lifted her legs
higher, letting him slide the last few inches of his cock inside her clutching
pussy.  “Fuck, yes,” he groaned as her body enveloped his cock, the soft, wet
walls milking his dick.  “You’re doin’ so good,” he whispered against her
parted lips.  “Lift your hips and fuck yourself on my cock.  Carry us both to
heaven.”

“Yes, yes, yes!”
Honor chanted, her neck craning against the pillow as Zeke’s tongue swirled
around one tightly rucked breast.  Every lap of his tongue… every drive of his
thick shaft sent her flying higher, the intense sensuality of the moment
intoxicating her, making her drunk on passion.  Her body strained toward
release, hungry and desperate for the biting delight she knew he could provide
her.  “Harder,” she pleaded with him as his thrusts quickened and one hand
tightened around her hips while the other held hers against the pillow. 
“Please, Zeke,” she muttered breathlessly as his shaft seemed to swell inside
her, stretching her walls in a way that made her feel wantonly abandoned and
the fingers of one hand buried in Zeke’s dark hair while the other clutched him
to her, the nails digging into the skin of his back.