The words were like a match to kerosene—as soon as they were spoken, my lips crushed against hers.
I felt her hand curl around the back of my neck, her lips parting to let me in, and I groaned when my tongue met hers as I guided her down the hall toward her room.
By the time we made it over the threshold, her shirt was already gone, and she was peeling mine over my head before guiding my mouth back to hers. We fell onto her bed, our hands moving in a controlled blur to strip each other from the rest of our clothing until it was nothing but the planes and ridges of my hard muscles against her soft curves.
“Fuck, I missed you,” I breathed against the skin of her neck. “The way you felt…” My hand palmed her breast, tweaking her nipple until my mouth was there, my tongue swirling around the peak and drawing a breathy whimper from her. “The sounds you make…” I shifted lower until I was settled with my head between her thighs. My nose bumped her clit as I spread her legs wider. “Your scent…” I closed my eyes as my tongue stroked against her. “And the way you taste.”
“Wes,” she moaned when my lips wrapped around her clit.
“God, I could do this all night,” I hummed against her. “You taste so fucking good.” Another moan left her at my words as she writhed beneath me, and I smirked. “You like it when I tell you how good you taste, how much I love being here between your legs with my mouth on your perfect pussy?”
“Yes,” she moaned, her hips arching to grind against my mouth.
My tongue moved against her, alternating between licks and swirls, and every sound she made—every gasp, whimper, and moan—shot straight to my cock. I drew back, stroking two fingers against her before plunging them inside, making her hips buck with another moan.
“Wes…” She gasped when I curled my fingers to stroke that spot inside with each pump into her as my lips wrapped around her clit. “Fuck, I-I’m?—”
“Let go, Princess.”
I pushed my fingers in with one last curl and flick of my tongue, and she shattered with a moan, coating my hand in her release. I worked her through it, letting her ride it out before I pulled my fingers away and licked them clean.
When I shifted back over top of her, she guided my mouth back to hers, and I groaned as her tongue slipped into my mouth, letting her taste herself. I drew back, sitting up on my knees and straddling her waist. My intent was to reach over toher nightstand, but that went right out the fucking window when I felt her hand curl around me.
I looked down, and the sight of her beneath me, looking up at me while she stroked my throbbing dick, sent my mind into a tailspin.
She lifted her head, her eyes locked on mine as she dragged her tongue from base to tip. “Morgan,” I hissed in pleasure.
I leaned forward, bracing myself with one hand on the bed above her, my other sliding through her hair to the back of her head to hold it up. She took the cue of my position, holding my stare as she opened her mouth. That, paired with the desire and need in her eyes as she looked up at me, was better than any fucking fantasy I could ever conjure up.
I tightened my hand in her hair, holding her still as I slid my cock into her waiting mouth. “That’s it,” I rasped, my voice thick and ragged. I began to slowly rock my hips, my hand still gripping her hair to hold her head in place as I fucked her mouth. “Holy shit, Princess. You look so good taking my cock in your mouth like this.”
The sight of her lips wrapped around me and the way she was letting me take control like this was almost too much for my already fraying composure.
“Fuck,” I groaned as a shudder racked my body when I felt her hollow her cheeks.
As good as her mouth felt, I needed more. I needed all of her. I gently tugged her hair to draw her back and reached over, dipping my hand into her nightstand drawer. I tore the foil open and slid the condom on before settling between her legs above her, lacing my fingers with hers as I pinned her hands.
My gaze never strayed from her face as I pushed into her,watching her eyes close and her lips part with a breathy moan as she took me inch by inch until I filled her.
“Wes,” she whimpered, her voice quavering. “God, you feel so good.”
“You take me so well, Princess, like you were fucking made for me.”
I began to move, feeling any semblance of control I had left unraveling as she enveloped me—her scent, her body, her arms. She guided my lips back to hers, moaning into my mouth as I buried myself inside of her over and over again.
With my lips still on hers, I sat back on my haunches, pulling her with me—her arms and legs wrapped around me as my hands gripped her hips. “Let me feel you move, Princess.”
Morgan rocked her hips as I bucked mine, groaning each time I felt her grind against me. She clung to me, her heels digging into my back where they were locked together, her one hand gripping my neck and the other my hair. I could feel her start to tremble, her breaths and moans becoming more ragged.
“That’s it.” My fingers dug into the supple skin of her hips. “Fuck, come for me. Let me have it.”
Her body arched against me, and I groaned when I felt her spasm around my cock as she came. “Wes!” I’d never been a religious man, but at that moment, making her scream my name like that, I’d pray to any God that would listen to let me keep her forever.
I laid her back, thrusting harder as she rode out her release, and I found mine. I drove into her with a guttural groan, holding myself there as my orgasm tore through me, making my body simultaneously tense and shudder. I found her lips with mine, the kiss long and deep as our heavy breaths mingled.
When we broke for air, I rested my forehead against hers. “I love you.”
My lips tugged into a dopey grin when I saw her mouth curve into a smile.
