Man of Honor (Passion in Paradise Book 4)

by Sarah O'Rourke

  “Oh, my,” she exhaled tremulously with hot tears dripping down her cheeks.

  “Don’t cry,” Zeke growled, his lips moving over her damp cheeks. “Hate seein’ your tears, Honor. I’ve seen you shed enough of them for a lifetime.”

  “These ones are happy, though. They don’t count,” she assured him with a watery laugh, turning her head to meet his lips with hers. “No more talkin’ now,” she whispered against the corner of his mouth. “Aren’t the poets always sayin’ that love is more of a show and less of a tell? Show me, Ezekiel,” she urged him softly. “Show me how much you love me and I’ll try to do the same.”

  Honor smiled as Zeke groaned, his large, capable hands controlling her fall as he guided her body down to the thick mattress of the outdoor chaise lounge. Flat on her back and mostly naked, she bit her lip as she watched him straighten and reach behind his head to fist the collar of his tee shirt, sweeping it over his head in one smooth movement and tossing it to the roughly hewn log floor.

  “You’re completely positive this is what you want, right?” Zeke asked as he held his hand poised over the metal buckle of his belt. He waited until she nodded against the mound of pillows at the head of the bed before unfastening the belt with a few quick, sure jerks of his hands. Moments later, Zeke stood beside the double chaise lounge, his big body held tensely as he waited for her reaction. Wearing only a pair of formfitting black boxers that left nothing to the imagination, he stared down at her with eyes that asked a silent question.

  Swallowing hard, Honor lifted a nervous hand to lightly touch the skin just above his belly button. “It’s okay, Zeke,” she said in a hushed voice. “I’m okay. Really.”

  Leaning over her, he brushed her lips with his. “You get scared, you call a halt to things, Kitten. I don’t care how deep into this we are. You want it to stop at any time, say so. And I swear, I will not be angry. You’re in control here. We can do as much or as little as you like. You got me?” he asked, his solemn gray eyes drilling into hers.

  “I’ve got you, Zeke,” she offered quietly as she looped her arms around his neck. “Now, I want for you to come get me,” she suggested with a playful wink as his warm, reassuring weight began to settle over her.

  “Minx,” he chuckled, teasingly nipping her earlobe before slowly dragging the tip of his tongue down her clavicle while one of his hands slid between them to snap open the clasp holding the twin cups of her simple lace bra together.

  Arching her back as his heated palm cupped the full weight of her breast in his hand, she gasped against his mouth as his thumb circled her sensitive areola. “Mmmm,” she hummed as he settled between her splayed legs, her core rubbing the hard length of his erection through his cotton boxers.

  “You like that, don’t you, baby?” Zeke murmured into her neck, pressing his lips to the drumming pulse in her carotid. Using his fingers, he twisted her stiffen nipple gently, pulling at the turgid bud. “You want my mouth on them? You want me to suckle these pretty nipples?”

  “Y-yes,” she replied in a burst of air as his dark head moved down her body until his lips hovered over the mounds of her breasts, his hot breath ghosting her skin and pulling goosebumps to her flesh.

  “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 a
nd 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.

  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.