Mona's Honeymoon Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) (5 page)

“Relax,” Sam
whispered, bringing up one large hand he smoothed his fingers over her hair and
pressed a soft kiss against her temple. “You’re as stiff as a board. Just go
limp and let me touch you. Okay?”

  Mona tried.
She really did but this didn’t come easily to her. She felt like she should be
doing something. Not just lying half on top of him like a horny rag doll. But
she had no idea what to do with her hands or her lips or any of her body parts.
She knew the mechanics of sex but foreplay she’d assumed would take care of
itself. Of course it would be just her luck to be trying to seduce the only man
in the world who liked to cuddle before sex.

After a few
awkward moments she did as he asked and allowed her body to relax into him. To
her surprise, he felt quite wonderful, so warm and firm against her curves.
Masculine bodies were a mystery to her, so hard and unyielding compared to her
own softness. Unable to help herself, she smoothed one of her hands over his
chest, marveling at the way his flesh flexed and twitched under her fingers.
Fascinated, she traced the contours of his pectoral muscles with one fingertip.
His masculine grunt of approval when she accidentally brushed one of his nipples
completely unnerved her. He seemed to like her touch but she had no idea what
to do next, so she withdrew her marauding hand and tucked it against his side.

She tried to get
more comfortable by sliding one of her bare legs up his thigh. What she hadn’t
counted on was that this slight adjustment would bring his hard thigh in direct
contact with the moist heat between her legs. Embarrassed at her own arousal
she started to slide her limbs back into a slightly less provocative position,
but he stopped her with one large hand. “Where do you think you’re going? Get
back here,” Sam said, his voice a playful rumble against the top of her head. He
hooked his fingers around the back of her knee and slid her leg even higher
until she was wide open against him.

Mona had to
fight the urge to push away from him. She was practically straddling him now.
Suddenly this all seemed much too fast. But she wanted this, didn’t she? He
certainly felt wonderful and she was genuinely attracted to him. When would she
have the opportunity to do this with a man like this again? No matter how
shocking this behaviour seemed to her she needed to calm down and enjoy
herself. Her body was eager to experience everything he had to offer, but her
mind was still trying to play it safe. She needed to just relax and let her
body run the show for once. She’d earned the right to be impulsive and
hedonistic, hadn’t she? All those years of deprivation and loneliness were
behind her. She was going to embrace pleasure for once, even if it was somewhat
torturous.

“Are you sure
this is ok? Surely, someone is going to notice,” she whispered, lifting her
head to look up into his face.

He was smiling
down at her and looking completely relaxed. That should have annoyed the hell
out of her but instead she felt reassured by his calm demeanor. He didn’t seem
to mind her awkwardness at all.

“What’s to
notice? To them we’re just a couple trying to get some much needed rest on a
long flight. No one can see what’s going on under here.” To prove his point he
slid his hand down her thigh until it rested directly on her ass. He squeezed
and kneaded her rounded flesh as he watched her, that cocky smile never leaving
his lips.

“And what’s
going to happen under here exactly?” She asked, shifting restlessly against
him.

“Well, I was
thinking I’d do a little exploring. And then if you were feeling adventurous,
maybe you’d like to do some exploring of your own. How does that sound?”

“Exploring? You
make it sound like some kind of adventure tour.”

He chuckled.
“Well, yeah. That’s kind of the idea, isn’t it? To have a little adventure?”

“I suppose, but
is that all you had in mind?”

He quirked an
eyebrow at her. “For now. Until we can’t take it anymore. Then we’ll go
somewhere a little more private.”

She lowered her eyes,
slightly confused at his casual attitude. Wouldn’t most men be eager to get to
the main event? This prolonged foreplay seemed odd to her. Was he not that
attracted to her? Did he need the time to work himself up to having sex with
her?

“Are you sure
you want to do this?” She asked quietly, before hiding her face against his firm
chest. She breathed in his mouth-watering scent and waited, dreading his
response.

“What? Are you
kidding me?” He let go of her butt long enough to raise her chin so he could
see her eyes again. “I want you so bad I’m having trouble keeping myself under
control. Can’t you tell?” He shifted slightly and she could feel the impressive
evidence of his arousal against the inside of her thigh. She hadn’t had much
experience with male equipment but she could tell that he was long, thick and
very hard. Nope, he definitely didn’t need the time to work himself up. He was
up. Way up.

“Oh. Okay. But
then why all the exploration? It’s not necessary, you know. I want to do this.
The sooner the better.” Oops. Hopefully he hadn’t picked up on that slight note
of desperation in her tone.

He cupped her
cheek with his palm. “It is completely necessary. One thing I know for sure is
that sex is better if there’s a long, slow burn rather than a quick, cheap
explosion. I really want this to be good for you. Which means giving you
absolutely no opportunity to freeze up or feel embarrassed. So my plan is to
make you so crazy for me you can’t even think. I’m going to touch every inch of
that gorgeous body and make you feel as sexy as humanly possible. Without any
regrets or second thoughts getting in the way. How does that sound?”

She chuckled
softly. “That sounds amazing. But what about you?”

“Honey. I have
the hottest woman I’ve ever seen wrapped around me. I couldn’t be any happier
than I am right now, right this second.” He let go of her chin and slid his
hand back under the blanket. She felt his big, blunt fingers trailing down her
back until they reached her bottom again. Instead of squeezing her cheeks this
time he gently pulled her skirt up until her bottom was completely exposed
under the soft blanket. Then he used both hands to shift her until her pelvis
was centred perfectly over his massive erection. She gasped as he pressed down
on her lower back and pushed his hips up against her in a rolling movement that
seemed to ignite some serious fireworks between her legs.

Was she really
doing this? Dry-humping a stranger on a plane? They hadn’t even kissed and yet
she knew exactly how his hard penis felt between her legs. Oh God. It was so
good. Her panties were completely soaked and she was probably leaving a rather
embarrassing stain on the front of his jeans but she really didn’t give a damn.
She wanted to feel more of him. All of him. But first she wanted to see exactly
how good this could get.

Experimentally
she widened her legs a few more inches and rubbed herself against the hard
ridge beneath his zipper. That felt even better so she pressed closer, trying
to get more of that delicious friction where she needed it most. He was so big
and firm under there. She couldn’t wait to see him. His cock. The word was
shocking to her but exciting too. She wanted it. Just the thought of all that hard
male flesh pumping between her legs drove her into a frenzy and she began
squirming against him, trying to press his erection between her folds through
their clothes.

His voice hissed
between his teeth as he held her still. “Whoah. Honey. Take it easy. Or this adventure
tour is going to be over before we even leave the parking lot.”

She raised her
head again and gave him a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”

“I mean. Take it
easy on me. I’m only human and all your bouncing around and those sexy little
grunts are about to do me in.”

“So you liked
it? What I was doing? It felt good?”

“Hell. Yeah. I
think I nearly bit my tongue trying not to moan, it felt so fucking good.”

Mona reared back
to look at his face. “Seriously?”

He gave her a confused
grin and reached out to brush her dishevelled hair from her face. “Yes. Seriously.
You drive me wild.”

“You have no
idea how thrilled I am to hear that.” She settled her cheek back against his
chest and smoothed her hand down his ridged abdomen. Feeling sexually adequate
for the first time in a long time was amazing. She’d always believed that a
casual encounter with a stranger would feel cheap and empty. But that’s not how
she felt at all. Being with this particular stranger felt natural and right.
Even empowering. And incredibly fun. Why had she waited so long to do this? Obviously
she’d been incredibly stupid. Well, she wasn’t waiting a second longer.

Slowly, she adjusted
her position until she could access his body more easily. She feathered her
fingers past the waistband of his jeans and rested her hand on top of his
zipper. She could feel his hardness straining under the soft cotton and was
shocked at the size and heat of him. She couldn’t believe the effect she had on
him. Her. A former fat girl was driving this man crazy with her body. Was this
really happening?

Tentatively, she
smoothed her palm up and down his impressive length, hoping not to appear as
awkward as she felt. “Can I do some exploring first? Or will that put you over
the edge too?”

He let out a
strangled breath. “Probably. But that feels too good to ask you to stop. So go
for it. Just don’t blame me if the tour gets cut short.”

“Now that would
be a shame,” she giggled and slowly traced the shape of him through his jeans.
He groaned softly and thrust his hips against her fingers to prolong the
contact. “Does that hurt?” She asked softly as she rubbed him slightly more
firmly.

“No,” he
whispered against her hair. “I love it. Stroke it harder.”

Wanting
desperately to please him, Mona gripped as much of him as she could through the
denim and gave his hard flesh a gentle squeeze. Honestly, he felt like iron
under there but warm and responsive to her every touch. What more could she
dare to do without exposing her inexperience? She was wildly curious to feel
him without the barrier of his clothing in the way, but then what? She couldn’t
fake familiarity with male equipment, could she? Did she dare try?

Sam took the
decision out of her hands. He let go of her butt long enough to jerkily
unbutton his jeans and then slide down his zipper. He coughed to cover the
sound but it still seemed loud to her in the quiet cabin. No one around them
seemed to notice. In a flash, his warm, hard shaft was in her hand and his
fingers were wrapped around hers, showing her exactly how he wanted to be
touched.

He guided her
palm up and down his length, slowly sliding her fingers firmly along the thick
column of flesh.

“Yes,” he
gasped. “Just like that.” He slowly rolled his hips so his hardness slid up in
time with the downward movement of her hand. His cock felt endless and so
incredibly exciting, sliding against her palm. The unrelenting grip of his hand
gave her the confidence to continue and she gripped him even tighter as their
entwined fingers reached the wide base of his erection.

With exquisite
slowness she stroked him again, up all the way to the wet, silky tip where she
paused long enough to trace the large, plum-shaped head before sliding her hand
back down, exploring the contours and veins as she went. He groaned and his
hand fell away to grip her hip, holding her tightly. Moments later Mona felt
his palms sliding down her back until his large hands were kneading her
buttocks, pressing her most sensitive flesh against his hard thigh. “Rub
yourself against me. I want to feel how wet you are,” he said, his voice a soft
rumble against her temple.

Shocked, she
froze. Had she heard him correctly? He wanted her to hump his leg? Experimentally,
she did an awkward thrust. It wasn’t as good as sliding around on top of his erection
but the friction of his jeans against her warm, wet flesh was still thrilling,
so she pushed herself against him tentatively once again.

This time the
results were even more delightful. She had somehow managed to rub her most
sensitive spot directly against the outer seam of his jeans. Sparks of pleasure
ignited deep between her legs and she heard herself utter a little “oh” of
surprise. Seconds later her legs were wrapping themselves around his thigh of
their own volition and she was bearing down on him to increase the friction as she
pumped her hips in a mad rush towards what promised to be a mind-numbing orgasm.

“I think that’s
enough exploring for you,” he growled, pulling her fingers away from his
towering cock. Her hand had gone completely still and she realized that she had
a death-grip on his shaft as she mindlessly ground herself against his muscular
thigh. In her excitement she had completely forgot she was touching him.

Oh no. This
couldn’t be happening. She went completely still and waited for him to withdraw
from her completely. She had somehow managed to mess up her one and only chance
at seduction. Now what?

Chapter Three

Sam didn’t
withdraw from Mona as she’d expected. Instead of turning away from her in pain
and disgust, Mona felt something quite surprisingly sweet instead.

He brought her
hand to his mouth and pressed a gentle kiss against the fingers that had been
choking his poor penis. “I gotta say, I’m impressed with your grip. If that had
been a handshake, I’d be intimidated as hell,” he said with a rough laugh.

“I’m sorry,” she
gasped as he nipped at the pad of her thumb with his teeth. “I’m a little out
of practice with this.” Understatement of the century.

Letting go of
her hand he cupped her chin and turned her face up to him. His expression was
teasing and his smile contagious. She felt herself grinning foolishly back at
him despite her embarrassment.

“Sweetheart,
unless you have a dick yourself or your job involves collecting samples at a
sperm bank it would be weird if you were an expert in hand-jobs.”

Mona blushed.
“Oh. I suppose so.” Her brow furrowed. “Is there such a job? Where on Earth
would you go for training for something like that?”

He laughed. “I’m
pretty sure the guy making the donation takes care of the whole collection
process. But it would make for an interesting class. Monkey Spanking 101. Most
college guys would want to major in it if they could.”

She wrinkled her
nose at him. “Monkey Spanking? Really? Is that the technical term?”

He nodded. “Damn
straight. Unless you prefer Slapping the Salami, which is what my buddy called
it.”

She shook her
head at his ridiculous terminology and then glanced meaningfully down at his
lap.  “Seriously. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Nah. I’m like
Superman.” He nudged her hip with his prominent erection . “Made of steel. At
least when you’re around. Vice-grips probably couldn’t damage it right now so
your delicate fingers couldn’t do much damage,” he added dryly.

She shifted
slightly and began trailing her hand back down his torso. “You know, I could
try it again. This time I promise not to become so easily distracted.”

He quickly captured
her wandering hand and placed it back on his chest. His teasing expression
turned molten at the reminder of her enthusiastic grinding session against his
thigh. Shaking his head in wonder he let go of her hand and slowly began
trailing his fingers down her body instead. “You have no idea how sexy that was,
do you? You just forgot completely about what your hand was doing and latched
onto me like you couldn’t wait to get off. I nearly came just watching your
face as you rubbed yourself against me.” His voice lowered to a growl. “You were
so fucking beautiful. All I could think about was how much I wanted to get my
hands on you and see if you were as hot and wet as you felt against my leg.”

She gazed at him
in shock. “That’s what you were thinking? While I was, well, you know, strangling
you.”

“Well, until the
pain in my dick became too much to ignore,” he said with a teasing grin. “But
yeah, that’s exactly what I was thinking. I’m still wondering about it. So why
don’t you try to relax and let me satisfy my curiosity?”

She wanted to protest
and tell him that she’d prefer to receive some pointers in ‘Monkey Spanking.’
Her mouth actually opened to tell him so. But at that precise moment his large,
warm hand reached the apex of her thighs and her lips snapped shut. All
thoughts of protest ceased to exist. Her head dropped down onto his shoulder as
he cupped her mound, gently massaging her through her tiny satin thong.

Above her head,
she heard him chuckle. “That’s it. Let me make you feel good. This is all about
you. Ok?” He said soothingly as he curled his fingers possessively over her heated
flesh. She nodded against his neck and then gasped as he dipped the tip of one
finger into her slick cleft, retreated, lazily circled her clit a few times and
then returned to penetrate her again. This time he breached her with two broad,
satin-covered fingers and pressed a little deeper. But just for a moment. Then
he was exploring her inner thighs, her hip bones, even her bellybutton didn’t
escape his sensual attention.

She shifted
restlessly, pressing her suddenly aching breasts against his ribs. Her bra
seemed to be chafing unbearably against her sensitive nipples and her entire
body felt feverishly hot under the light blanket but she didn’t dare push it
off. They needed the camouflage it provided. But whatever he was doing to her
was making her feel like she was about to spontaneously combust.

Desperate for
some relief from the heat, she reached down and yanked the hem of her silk
blouse out of her waistband and then pushed it up as far as it would go. Now
her stomach and bra were exposed under the blanket. That was better, but not
quite good enough. Emboldened, she unsnapped the front closure on her black and
cream-coloured bra. Seeking relief, she rested her bare breasts directly on his
soft cotton t-shirt.

Instead of
improving her comfort level, being half-naked seemed to make her overheated condition
worse. Her chest was slick with perspiration and she felt overwhelmed with
sensation as this incredible man touched and stroked her body, making it come
alive in a way she’d never experienced alone.

Over the years,
she’d occasionally attempted to pleasure herself. Although solo sex was quite
pleasant and would take the edge off if she really worked at it, the intensity
of her desire was tame in comparison to the wild reaction his touch provoked in
her. Even the simplest brush of his fingertips along the edge of her panties
had her biting her lip to avoid crying out in frustration.

“What about me?”
He whispered. “My hands are kinda busy…” He simultaneously squeezed her butt with
one hand and flexed his fingers around her pussy to emphasize exactly how
preoccupied his hands were. “…And I’m melting under here too. Why don’t we have
a little skin-on-skin?”

“You want me to
remove your shirt? What if someone comes along? Won’t it look strange if you’re
sitting here topless?” For some reason she found that thought more exciting
than mortifying.

“Just push it
out of the way so I can feel those pretty tits on my chest.  If anyone comes
along then you can use your vice-like, hand-grip to keep the blanket in place,
okay?”

Obediently, she
pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans and tucked her hand underneath, sliding the
shirt up his body until their arms and upper chests were still decently covered
but beneath the blanket they were both exposed from waist to armpits. Mona
wasted no time in groping as much of his amazing upper body as she could reach
given their rather awkward position.

She was
delighted to find that his stomach was ridged with muscle under her fingers,
like one of those underwear models she’d seen on the giant billboards in New
York. She longed to see if the picture being painted in her mind was an
accurate one, but there was also something unexpectedly erotic about touching
flesh that she couldn’t actually see.

Strictly in the
name of research, she traced every single impressive band of muscle stretched
across his abdomen. Shifting slightly to the side she was able to caress his
body with both hands, but she still didn’t have enough leverage to reach all of
him.

 He growled in
warning as she untangled her legs from around his thigh but he didn’t stop her
from exploring either. This was a good thing because the texture of his hair-roughened
skin under her fingers was addictive. She wanted to touch him everywhere, and
yet she also wanted to concentrate on the wonderful sensations his fingers were
creating between her legs. It was a wonderful predicament: to be torn between
two such pleasurable distractions.

Not wanting to
miss this opportunity to really enjoy his body; her curiosity won out. So she
gathered her courage and traced the tidy trail of wiry hair under his belly
button and up again to the velvety soft discs of his nipples. There she found
something quite unexpected. Cool metal caressed her fingertips. Apparently Sam
had metal bars pierced through both of his nipples. Experimentally, she tugged
on one and was delighted when Sam’s breath whooshed out in a pleasured groan.

She didn’t dare
touch his prominent erection again, but she was aware of its imposing heat and
hardness against her hip the entire time she discovered what it felt like to
touch another person so intimately.

“If we were
anywhere else, you know my mouth would be on your breasts, right?” He rasped in
a voice so low she had to strain to hear him.

She paused in
running her hands through the thatch of silky hair in the middle of his chest. “It
would?”

“Yeah. If we
were alone, in a bedroom, let’s say, these panties…” he snapped the waistband
with the hand still fondling her bottom, “…would already be hanging off the
lamp, and my cock would be buried balls-deep in your sweet little pussy. Would
you like that?”

Wow. Had he
really just said that? Would she like that? With him? Absolutely. But thinking
it and saying it aloud were two very different things. This situation was all
so new to her and she was still so unsure of herself and her own sex appeal. A
part of her was still having trouble believing his desire for her was real but
she was determined to accept his provocative words as genuine. He wanted her.
At least for now. She needed to believe his desire was not the product of her
sexually deprived imagination but an actual fact. Reciprocating his words,
admitting that she wanted him, was the emotional equivalent of jumping off a
very high cliff for her, but she needed to do it. If only to prove to herself
that she could.

The fact that he
could verbalize such scandalous thoughts so easily shocked and delighted her,
but she still wasn’t quite ready to reciprocate. She would feel like a fool if
she said the wrong thing. So she just nodded and opened her legs a little wider
to distract him and provide his magical fingers with better access to the damp
folds between her thighs.

Instead of
taking the hint he gave a strangled chuckle and stopped exploring her pussy
entirely. He just rested his palm on her mound and allowed his fingers to trail
down to the hot, wet centre of her. “Sorry, Sweetheart, but I’m going to need a
little more encouragement from you. Tell me what you want and maybe we can end
this torture. Take this adventure tour somewhere more private. Does that work
for you?”

She nodded
again, unable to force out the coarse words he wanted to hear. Surely he would
realize she wasn’t ready for the whole dirty-talk thing and let it go.

“Not good
enough.” This time he removed his hand completely from between her legs and
slid it around until he was grasping her buttocks tightly with both large
hands. “Tell me. Tell me now. Or I’ll drop your adorable ass back in your own
seat,” he said, his voice filled with warning. When she didn’t respond
immediately, he started to lift her from her half-reclining position on top of
him.

In a panic, she
wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his warm throat.
“No. Don’t. I want it. I do. I’m just not used to this,” she whispered fiercely
into his neck. “Please don’t stop.” Embarrassingly, her voice held the hint of
tears and she squeezed her eyes tightly closed, waiting for him to push her
away.

Again, he
surprised her.

“Sweetheart,” he
said softly, tucking his chin down so he was whispering directly into her ear.
“I’m sorry. I was just teasing you.” He removed both his hands from her lower
body and soothingly caressed her upper back with one while pressing her tightly
to him with the other. He held her for several long moments as she clung to his
neck. “Are you ok?”

She nodded but
didn’t loosen her grip. Oh, this was just so humiliating. Now he was going to
think she was some kind of hysterical clinger. If she lived through this
experience without alienating him it would be a miracle. Just another reason
why she was experimenting with a stranger rather than an actual prospective
boyfriend. Imagine the awkwardness if this had happened with a man she met
through work or a neighbour or a guy from her gym. She’d have to see him all
the time and relive this utter fiasco.

He smoothed back
her hair and spoke contritely. “Listen. I fucked up. Not every woman likes to
be dominated and I got carried away. I didn’t mean to be a douchebag. Ok?”

Wait? He thought
he’d been at fault? Him? She lifted her head and gave him a surprised look. “Are
you saying you were kidding? You wouldn’t actually have stopped?”

He chuckled and
smoothed his thumb over her flushed cheek. “No. Of course not. I couldn’t stop
now if I wanted to. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m still sporting the hard-on
from hell. This blanket is starting to look like a damn pup-tent. Boy scouts
will be able to camp under here with us if this gets any worse.”

She took a
steadying breath and loosened her hold on his neck by a few degrees. “I’m
pretty sure child protection services would frown on that,” she said with a
tentative smile.

He laughed and leaned
down to press a very sweet kiss to her forehead. “Good point. No boy scouts
allowed under here. Just you and me.”

She bit her lip
and looked up at him warily. “So you like to dominate women? Does that mean
you, what? Use whips and chains and stuff? Make them your sex slaves? Have a
red sex dungeon next to the pantry in your apartment?” She studied him for a
moment. Yes, she could definitely see him wielding various erotic torture
devices. The thought should have disgusted her. She was a confident, outspoken
woman now, after all. Being submissive was no longer part of her emotional
make-up. So why did the idea of being at his mercy sound so…enticing?

He rolled his
eyes. “That damn book. No. I do not have a sex dungeon in my house. I just like
to call the shots. Push my partner to let go of some of her inhibitions. I’m
into pleasure. Not pain.” He shrugged. “I would never hurt a woman. Not even if
she wanted it that way. I don’t have it in me.”