I lifted my arms, glancing up at him as my shirt and bra were quickly removed and tossed to the floor. If I’d been sober, I might have covered myself up. Between the liquor and the burning in his eyes, I did the opposite. I soaked in the way he was looking at me as he slid my skirt down my legs.
“Morgan,” I blurted out, feeling a bit self-conscious, but not about my body.
“Yeah?” he asked as he threw my panties and skirt in the same place as my top. As he crawled off the bed and removed his shirt, I couldn’t help but stare.
His chest looked harder and bigger than it had underneath the formfitting T-shirts he wore. My eyes raked over every ripple of his six-pack and I felt my mouth water as he unzipped his jeans.
I knew I wasn’t going to be disappointed, but seeing it and feeling it were entirely different. I’d felt him between my legs, hard and big. But it had been so long since I’d had sex, and I wanted Morgan so much that I wondered if it was a mirage. When his dick sprang free, I quietly sighed and was secretly scared.
There’s such a thing as too big. Especially when I hadn’t fucked anyone in a year. I read somewhere that a pussy snaps back to virginal tightness after being empty for so long. I wouldn’t be shocked if mine was sealed closed with cobwebs inside.
As I swallowed hard, he crawled onto the bed and settled between my legs, pressing his eight inches of hardness against me.
“I want to warn you,” I said with a raspy voice.
He shook his head, leaning forward and placing his finger over my lips. “I don’t want to know. Stop thinking so much.”
“But I…” I mumbled against his fingers, staring up at him.
“Let it go. It doesn’t matter,” he told me as he placed a hand against my belly, coaxing me flat against the mattress. “All that matters is I want to bury myself so deep inside you that everything else disappears.”
All thoughts vanished as his lips found my neck. When his teeth sank into my shoulder, I shivered. That was my spot. The special one that made my entire body burst into flames.
As his mouth carved a path of ecstasy down my torso, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of him on me. His mouth sizzled as he stroked my nipple with his tongue, and I opened my legs wider, needing more.
“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered against the skin right above my pubic hair.
The tiny hairs swayed as his breath drifted down. Each one moved, sending a tingle down my legs. I could feel the wetness between my legs. I didn’t think I’d ever been so turned on in my life.
When he placed his mouth against my pussy, kissing me more fiercely than he had my mouth, I almost exploded. My body arched as the ache between my legs grew more intense.
“Morgan,” I moaned as my eyes rolled back in my head.
He mumbled against my clit and my body trembled in response. As he slipped a single, thick digit inside me, I fisted the sheets.
“Oh God.” I relished the fullness I felt and moaned again.
He stroked my insides as his mouth caressed my skin. I needed to come so badly, but just as it was about to break free, he stopped. I lifted my head and stared at him, ready to scream.
“Not yet,” he said. “Don’t tense.”
I sighed, throwing my head back against the pillow, and tried to relax. He slipped his fingers out as his mouth found me again. As he rubbed two fingers against my opening, I braced myself for impact, waiting for the familiar stretch I knew was coming from my unused body.
Inch by inch, he drove them forward, stretching me. To my surprise, I relished in the feel of the fullness. After a few more sweeps of his tongue against my clit, my body grew taut.
When his fingers curled inside me, rubbing my G-spot, I couldn’t hold it together. I exploded. The orgasm ripped through my body as my pussy clamped down against his fingers. I couldn’t breathe as the room spun. I never wanted the feeling to end.
I couldn’t yell out or moan. I lay there stiff as my body rode out the wave of ecstasy crashing over me. As my body relaxed, I basked in the pleasure, and then he slipped his fingers out. Instantly, my core felt abandoned but deliciously used by him.
As he climbed up me, I sucked in air, trying to catch the tiny breaths I’d missed during the throes of passion.
“You got a condom?” he asked, brushing his lips against mine.
Only me.
The condoms I had were older than the sour milk I had in the fridge. “No,” I replied, tasting myself on his mouth.
“I’m clean, Race. I was just tested and I haven’t been with anyone since,” he said, looking down on me with soft eyes.
