“I think so,” I said, moving slightly. He was deep. So deep.
“You think so?” he sounded as if he were in pain. “You sure know how to chip away at a man’s ego.”
I glared at him. “It’s been a while for me, okay.”
Lucas cupped my face, his eyes tender. “That’s more than okay. Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.” He smirked at me and I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Do you want to be on the bottom? Would that be better?” he asked.
“No. I like this.” I slowly lifted myself up, to the very tip of him and then gently lowered my body back down.
Lucas groaned and I couldn’t help but grin. “Is this okay?” I echoed his words back at him.
He grabbed my face and gave me a bruising kiss. “It’s better than okay, Morgan. Much, much better.”
Then he rocked against me. I lifted myself up and then down again. I arched my back. I was getting into the groove now. He grabbed my breasts. And we fucked like sex-starved animals.
I was Morgan Carter, wanton sex goddess. And Lucas seemed to enjoy everything that I was doing, if his cries were anything to go by.
I had no idea how long it lasted. It could have been minutes. It could have been hours. But the next thing I knew was that I came. Then he came. I screamed. He yelled.
We said all sorts of nonsense.
He told me I was beautiful.
I told him he was amazing.
And then it was over.
I collapsed against him, trying to get my breathing under control. He was still inside me. I could feel him there. How could I not? Remember, his size wasn’t an issue.
But I needed to pee.
Shit, this was going to be weird.
What must he think of me?
I had just put out.
Like the hoe I was.
And just like that the awkwardness set in with a vengeance.
“Um. I need to move,” I said grimacing.
“Yeah, sure. Sorry.” Lucas lifted me off his softening cock. It slid out of me with a pop that sounded like suction cup. It was a horrible sound. Wet and too loud and beyond humiliating.
We glanced at each other, neither of us knowing what to say now that the deed was done.
“That was great,” I said. I tried to smile. I most likely looked mildly deranged.
“Yeah, it was,” he agreed. His smile wasn’t a lot better than mine. He picked up his boxers and slid them back on. He ran his hands over his head.
“So…” he started to say and then stopped.
“So…” I parroted.
And then silence.
