I felt my restraint slipping as she moaned into my mouth. I slid her shorts to the side and touched the outside of her panties, feeling her body shudder in my arms.
Her legs widened, giving me access as I dipped my fingers underneath her panties, finding her already wet.
When my fingers glided over her clit, she moaned, “Yes,” into my mouth.
I wanted her more than I had before. Remembering how it felt to sink myself deep inside of her, stroking her intimately, I didn’t know if I could ever get enough of it.
Holding her back, I pushed two fingers inside her, instantly feeling her pussy clamp down. Positioning my thumb over her clit and using the same motion she’d used to get herself off, I worked my fingers in and out of her.
Her hand slid down my chest and palmed my dick through my jeans as I groaned. The deliciousness of it all had me hanging on by a thread. As her body grew tight, starting to milk my fingers, I withdrew.
“I. Need. Inside. You,” I panted, lifting her in my arms as I stood. “Wrap your legs around me,” I told her, carrying her toward her bedroom.
Her feet locked behind my back as she ground her pussy against my dick. “You’re so hard,” she whispered, repeating the motion.
“Hard for you, princess.” I kicked her door open and carried her to her bed.
I laid her on the bed and pulled her shorts from her body. As they flew through the air, I planted my mouth against her and began to worship her with my mouth.
Chapter Sixteen
The Morning After
Race
Itiptoed out of bed, trying not to wake him, dressing as I headed toward the kitchen.
I couldn’t wipe the silly grin off my face, but I had to remember that this was nothing more than mutual attraction.
Morgan and I didn’t have a future.
He hadn’t promised me anything more, and I hadn’t asked him to be mine.
As I grabbed the coffee pot to fill it with water, I hissed then pulled my hand back.
I stood there and glared at the empty pot. It took everything in me not to cry. Coffee was my elixir, and I felt like a zombie until I’d had at least one cup.
The floor creaked.
I glanced over, finding Morgan standing there.
“Morning,” he said through a yawn, completely naked. His muscles tightened and his cock bobbed as he straightened.
Fuck me.The man was more beautiful in the daylight, every muscle taut and perfect.
“Morning,” I whispered, my eyes glued to him. I swallowed hard, mesmerized.
“Need help?” he asked as he strode toward me, his cock waving.
I shook my head. “I can do it.” I waved my hands.
He took a step closer, giving me a sleepy smile. “If you say so.”
I sighed, reaching for the coffee pot again.
I cringed as my hand slid around the handle, and I bit my lip. As I gritted my teeth, I carried it to the sink.
“Move over,” he commanded as he nudged my hip with his. “Let me do it.”
