Mona's Honeymoon Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) by Verena Vincent Page 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