I ran my hand up between her breasts. Her skin was slick with sweat. I could feel the walls of her pussy spasming as she rode me hard, coming to a climax.
“Fuck!” I roared, digging my fingers into her hips as I pulled her down onto my dick. Then I came and we were both shouting at the top of our lungs.
Morgan collapsed on top of me, her hair covering my face. I spat strands out of my mouth and tried to breathe through the heavy dark mass.
Neither of us could speak. We could only breathe. I was exhausted. All the walking and fucking, and you know, playing a football match, left me needing sleep in the worst possible way.
But I didn’t want to waste time with Morgan with my eyes closed.
Morgan rolled off me, cushioning her head with her bent arm. She stared at me, her expression unreadable. The after sex with Morgan had always been awkward. I refused to let it be that way this time.
I leaned over and kissed her deeply. “That was amazing,” I said into her mouth.
She sighed. “Yeah it was. I can’t feel my legs though.”
We both laughed. I ran my fingers through her hair. “Thank you for coming to London. I liked knowing you were at the match today.”
Morgan turned her head and kissed my palm. “I liked being there watching you.”
“You’re fucking beautiful. You know that?” I kissed her again. It was like I couldn’t stop. I was becoming slightly addicted to all the parts of her. Her lips. Her nose. Her eyes. Her amazing tits. Her gorgeous legs.
Her smart ass mouth that never failed to put me in my place.
She playfully smacked my arm. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
I pulled her back on top of me, our chests pressed together. I cupped her cheek, stroking the gentle slope. “Morgan, I’m not feeding you a line. You’re not like the other women. You’re something different.”
She chuckled. “I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.”
I pulled her face down and our lips met in a tender pressing of mouths. “Itisa compliment. So take it.”
She rubbed her nose against mine, smiling. “You’re so damn bossy.”
“And you like it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah. I do.”
“I need to get a shower. You want to come with me?”
“Uh. I guess.”
I kissed her again. Like I said, I couldn’t stop. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. I felt my dick start to get hard again; which surprised me given I had only finished fucking her.
“I’ll take extra good care of you,” I told her. I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bathroom. Her legs were wrapped around my waist and she kissed a line from my shoulder to my jaw.
Without dropping her, I turned on the shower. It was more than big enough for both of us. I carefully put her on her feet once we were under the hot spray.
I lathered up her thick hair, taking the time to massage her scalp. Then I soaped the rest of her. Paying special attention to her breasts. Her boobs were fantastic. She moaned as I rolled her nipples between my fingers, her skin slippery with soap and water.
“What are you doing to me, Lucas?” she gasped as dropped to my knees and spread her legs.
I gazed up the length of her body, almost mesmerized by the sight of above me. Skin flushed, hair wet and heavy down her back. “I’m making you feel as good as you make me feel.” I put my mouth on her, sucking her clit into my mouth.
With her back pressed against the shower wall I fucked her with my mouth and it was only when she came on my tongue that I got back to my feet and finished our shower.
Getting dressed took twice as long when you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. She put on a tiny black dress and then I promptly took it off again.
An hour later we were finally ready to head out.
