Mona's Honeymoon Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) (11 page)

Mona’s shocked
laughter rang out and she quickly covered her mouth to muffle the sound.

“Man, I love to
make you laugh.” Sam’s grin widened as he somehow managed to remove his socks
and still look sexy. “Seriously, it’s becoming one of my favourite sounds in
the world. A very close second to the sounds you make when you come.”

Mona felt
herself flush. Had she made embarrassing sounds on the plane? How humiliating.
She sincerely hoped she was booked with a different flight crew on the way
home. “I make sounds?”

“Oh yeah. Sweet
little grunts. Very ladylike. Can’t wait to see if I actually can make you
scream.” He stared down at her as he ran one large hand over the major bulge in
his pants. “That’s kind of my mission in life tonight, to make you lose every last
shred of control.”

Mona stopped
laughing as his other hand reached for the button on his trousers and flicked
it open. Slowly, he eased the zipper down, watching her the whole time while
idly rubbing himself with his other hand.

“God. I am so
fucking hard right now.” He groaned. “Do you see what you do to me? Why don’t
you stand up and let me see those pretty tits of yours?”

The command in
his tone was so irresistible Mona found herself rising from the water several
inches before she realized what was happening. She immediately sunk back down
and glared up at him. “Hey! Stop that. I’m in charge, right? That means no more
handling of the merchandise.” She looked meaningfully at his groin. “And no
more trying to take over control. Now, time for the Full Monty.”

He saluted.
“Yes, Ma’am. But keep in mind that you just bought yourself an evening tied to
my bed.” He gave his penis one last defiant squeeze and then used both hands to
ease his pants and underwear slowly down his thighs. His thick erection
immediately sprang forward like a poorly-behaved dog on a leash. In the dim
light, Mona could see that is was just as big as she remembered. In fact, it
was almost too big and thickly veined from the wide base to the glistening
head.

Sam kicked his
clothing off his feet and stood there, proudly, with his hands on his hips,
impatiently waiting for his next direction.

The sight of Sam
naked was impressive. Where Clark had been finely-toned, sinewy perfection,
Sam`s body was brawnier and more powerful-looking. His thighs were roped with
thick muscle and even his feet were broad and huge. He looked like a warrior: a
man who could handle himself in any given situation and come out smiling.

The halogen
torches gave the harsh planes of Sam’s face an almost sinister cast but they
also highlighted his physique dramatically. Mona stared up at him in wonder.
His shoulders looked impossibly wide, seeming to block out the night sky. Her
gaze travelled downward and she was struck by how the rippling muscles of his
abdomen seemed to flex and move under her scrutiny like a living thing.

All that
masculine beauty and strength was under her control and she couldn’t wait
another minute to get her hands on him.

“Come here,” she
said, her voice had a husky quality to it that she barely recognized.

“Thank God.” Sam
muttered in relief and dove into the water, his long body arching in a surprisingly
graceful swan dive.

When he emerged
directly in front of her he didn’t waste any time. He flung his wet hair out of
his eyes and gave her a look so full of intensity that she half-expected the
water to start boiling around her. He kneeled before her in the shallow water
and pressed her back hard against the side of the pool. His hands grasped the
sides of her neck to hold her still as he leaned down and kissed her like every
molecule in his body depended on pleasuring her mouth. She sighed in relief at
his direct approach and clung to him, opening her lips wide to accept his velvety
thrusting tongue.

“Get those
beautiful legs around me. I need to feel you,” he said against her open mouth.
Reaching down he gently parted her legs so he could wedge his hips between her
thighs.

All thoughts of
being in control left her and she enthusiastically raised her hips and wrapped
her thighs around his tight waist. His heavily engorged penis was now in direct
contact with her sensitive folds and he began flexing against her in a rolling
motion that caused small explosions of pleasure to ignite between her legs

Mona had a brief
flashback to how her dates with Joe would end in high school, usually with a
heated make-out session after which he would go home frustrated and more than a
little annoyed. A few times, however, they had gotten carried away in the
backseat of his dad’s old Pontiac and had ended up rubbing furiously against
each other until Joe came in a rush, against her stomach or thighs. Those were
the memories Mona turned to when she needed relief from her sexual frustration.
When she was close to making herself climax she would recall Joe’s harsh
breathing in her ear, his desperate pleas to continue, and the feel of his hard
penis bucking against her slippery folds. These recollections never failed to
put her over the edge, but they couldn’t compare to this moment with Sam. She
couldn’t imagine anything more exciting than being pressed tightly against his
big warm body as his hard cock rocked against her most sensitive flesh.  

“Jesus. The
water is warm but your pussy is even hotter. You feel fucking incredible.” He
twisted his hips from side to side, firmly lodging himself right against her
entrance but not entering her. “Do you like that?” She nodded. “How about
that?” He slowly dragged his cock along her folds, pulling back to watch her
face as he did so.

She arched her neck
and locked her ankles together in the small of his back and squeezed, trying to
keep his warmth and hardness trapped against her. “Yes. I like it. Don’t stop. It’s
so good.”

“Do you have any
idea how much I want inside you? How much I need to fuck you? It’s all I’ve
been thinking about all day.” Reaching down he lifted her a few inches until
her breasts were completely exposed to the cool night air. Her nipples instantly
went as hard as marbles and Mona sighed as he leaned down and took one rosy tip
into his mouth and sucked it deep, circling it with his tongue as he
effortlessly lifted her, sliding her mound up and down against his hard shaft.

“Please.” Mona
pleaded. “Do it. I’ve waited so long already. Don’t drag this out anymore.” She
let go of the ledge and wrapped her arms around his neck, staring deep into his
eyes. “It doesn’t matter how or where. As long as it’s with you. You’re my
fantasy. But I want it now. Right now.”

“That is exactly
what I wanted to hear.” He kissed her hungrily as he turned them around and
began walking towards the nearest set of stairs with her clinging to him like a
monkey with her bottom firmly supported by his palms..

Mona pulled her
lips away and grasped his shoulders tightly. “Where are we going? I thought we’d
do it here.”

He smiled down
at her and kissed the tip of her nose. “As hot as that idea is, the reality is
that salt water stings and I want to make you scream with pleasure, not pain.
Also, my trusty Elephant-man condom is way over there.” He pointed at his
clothes with his chin. “Will it totally annihilate your fantasy if we continue
this in one of those cabana-things?”

Mona turned her
head and looked at the opulent tent-like structures scattered around the pool
deck. She hadn’t thought of it but salt on her newly-ruptured hymen probably
wouldn’t feel very good. And yes, a condom was a necessity. She’d started
taking the pill to prepare for losing her virginity but she unprotected sex was
stupid sex. She’d been so caught up in her fantasy that she hadn’t thought
about the drawbacks of being devirginized in a saltwater pool. Once again, she
thought how lucky she was to be sharing this experience with Sam. He was
obviously still capable of thought. And wasn’t that kind of irritating? She’d
love to see him out of control. He was just entirely too calm and self-assured.

With that
thought in mind, she pulled herself up his body a few inches until she could
reach his neck with her mouth. She licked the column of his strong throat from
collarbone to chin as she tightened her thighs around his pelvis. This action
caused the head of his cock to slide along her pussy and brush against her
clit. She made a little grunt of delight and they suddenly weren’t moving
anymore.   

Sam’s breathing
had gone ragged. “Mona, I swear to God, if you don’t want to end up fucked
senseless against the side of this pool, do not make that sound again.” He
lifted her higher on his body until her pussy rubbed against his rippling abs
instead of his straining cock. “Now, what do you want? Safe cabana? Or risky,
painful pool?”

She rolled her
eyes. “Fine. Safe cabana it is. But hurry. I keep expecting someone to walk in
here and see us.”

“You’d like
that, wouldn’t you?” He laughed as she contemplated this idea and then began
wading towards the stairs with Mona content to be held tightly in his arms.

*****

Minutes later she was stretched out
on a double lounge inside one of the poolside cabanas. Sam had spent an
inordinate amount of time drying every inch of her body with one of the
luxurious towels he’d grabbed from a nearby table. Then he’d lowered her to the
lounge, raised one end so she was half-reclining against the cushions, and
sauntered off in search of his condom. The drapery panels were gathered around
the frame of the small enclosed space so Mona was able to watch him as he
retrieved the oversized foil packet from his pants.

The white-draped
ceiling blocked out most of the moonlight but the torches still provided just
enough illumination that she was able to see the remarkable masculine shape of
Sam’s body as he approached. It wasn’t his body that drew her attention though;
it was his face. Sam was looking at her like a predator on the hunt. All his
easy-going teasing was gone as he prowled towards her. When he was finally
looming over her at the end of the lounge, still gloriously naked and erect,
she felt excitement surge through her at the ruthlessness in his expression.
There would be no more playing. He was going to take her now. Funny Sam had been
replaced by Caveman Sam.

“If this was
your fantasy, would you have me like this?” Leaning back against the pillows
Mona carefully crossed her arms at the wrist and raised them until her hands
were draped over the top of the lounge in a submissive pose.

Sam licked his
lips at the sight of her. “Something like that but in my fantasy, you’d probably
be restrained and blind-folded and I’d be pounding into you from behind already.”

Mona’s eyes
widened in shock at his bold words but she couldn’t quite help grinding her
thighs together to ease the pressure at the thought of Sam taking her just like
that. She could easily imagine herself bent forward as he took her with brutal
force and mind-numbing pleasure.

  He ran one
finger up her instep. “But right now we’re concentrating on you and your
fantasy. That means I want you to spread your legs so I can see how wet you are
for me.”

Mona felt a
little quiver ripple through her at his tone. He sounded like he fully expected
her to do as he commanded. There wasn’t even a note of doubt or hesitation in
his voice. It was like he knew what she secretly wanted him to say. The way he
shocked and teased her was exactly what she needed to push through her
nervousness and give into her darkest desires.

Slowly, she
spread her legs a few inches. She felt her cheeks flame in embarrassment as he
studied her neatly-trimmed bush. She was completely naked in a public place
with a man staring at her private parts. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but
those emotions just seemed to add intensity to the experience: to make it more
vivid and memorable.

Sam narrowed his
eyes at her. “I’ve seen you do some pretty impressive yoga poses, so I’m fairly
certain you can spread those thighs much wider than that. C’mon, Sweetheart.
Let’s have a peak at that sweet little pussy of yours."

“I thought you
said you hadn’t been watching me in a pervy way,” Mona grumbled, but she slowly
shifted her legs until they were bent at the knee and spread wide for his gaze.

Watching her
closely, Sam reached down and feathered his callused fingers down one of her calves.
His touch was so soft it made her skin tingle and burn.

“Ok. Maybe there
was some perviness involved. But who can blame me? Look at that.” He trailed
his blunt fingers over her hot centre. “Every fucking inch of you is so pretty.
Especially here.” He cupped her mound and gave it a brief gentle squeeze.

Suddenly
impatient, Sam tossed the condom he’d been carrying onto the cushion beside her
and then circled around the lounge and lowered himself down next to her.
Stretching his long body out he very carefully crossed his wrists and then
raised them until his hands hung over the top of the lounge, mirroring Mona’s
submissive pose.

“What are you
doing?” Mona asked, shocked and excited at the sight of all that smooth, golden
skin and muscled flesh spread out before her like a buffet. Was he actually
giving up control to her? Sam? It seemed unlikely. Taking command was as much a
part of him as his sense of humour or his sharply-intelligent blue eyes.

He gave her a
look that could only be called desperate. “As much as I’d like to be all
dominant dickhead right now, I don’t think I have it in me to be even slightly
gentle. We’ve just been playing too long. But I really can’t wait another
second to feel you around my cock. So, take the reins this time so I don’t hurt
you, but do it fast, okay?”

Mona nodded
eagerly and lowered one of her arms to scramble for the condom. “Deal. But you
have to put this on because I’ll probably strangle you again if I try.”

Sam groaned at
the memory. “Good plan.”