It was Friday and things were going well with the build. I was in the kitchen sorting through the takeaway for Morgan when I saw Nolan’s van drive by. I heard Morgan come in through the living room.
“In here.” I called.
“Hey, Dad has gone home again.” He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and sucked at my neck.
“Mmm, that’s nice. I’ve ordered you food from the café,” I told him, leaning back into his body.
“Thank you, that’s great, but I have something else on my mind right now,” he replied, swaying from side to side and pressing his hard cock into my arse.
“Oh yeah? Like what?” I breathed and turned in his arms to look at him. His eyes had turned navy and swirled with desire.
“You, always you. Walking around wearing that, it’s not fair.” He gestured up and down.
“It’s just my dressing gown.”
“And what’s underneath?” he asked, running his hand up the back of my leg to my arse.
He had me there, I’d gotten out of the shower, dried off and the doorbell was ringing, so I just threw on my robe and went to get the takeaway. “Uh, nothing?”
“Really?” he asked, spinning me to look at him. “Open it.” He stepped back and pointed to the belt at my waist.
I gave him a sexy smile and tugged at the belt, letting it fall open. He licked his lips slowly and sucked in a deep breath. I felt the heat from his gaze as it slowly travelled up and down my body.
“You like?” I grinned and bit my lip.
“Fuck, yeah I like.”
He stalked towards me, pushing down the arms of my dressing gown so I stood naked in front of him. He was wearing a dark grey t-shirt and matching joggers. I saw the bulge of his erection pushing out the material.
“So, you said you had something on your mind?” I asked.
“Yeah, you.” He slipped a hand between my legs and rubbed his thumb from my clit to my opening.
Just his touch had me throbbing. “More, Morgan.”
He smirked at me and licked his lips, before twisting his hand and sliding his thumb inside me. He pumped slowly and it was driving me insane.
My fingers dug into his shoulders as I fought to stay standing. “I need you, Morgan. Now, please,” I begged.
He pushed down his joggers and boxers, his cock standing proudly, pulsing. In one movement he was picking me up and with my help, he was inside me.
“Oh yeah, that’s good,” I moaned as he thrust up into me.
He shifted position a little for the worktop to take my weight and thrust harder. “So. Fucking. Perfect,” he moaned in time with his thrusts.
Dropping his head, he sucked hard at the top of my right breast, leaving behind a pink mark. It was over quick. He got me so turned on I couldn’t hold it in.
“I’m coming, Morg, hard, harder.” I panted. “Come inside me, Morgan, I need to feel your cum dripping out of me.” I breathed.
“Fuck, yeah.” He thrust, then jerked a few times.
He pulled out of me and lowered me slowly. Picking up my dressing gown off the floor, he wrapped me back up in it, pulling me into his chest. I slipped my arms around him, my breasts pressing against his top. My hands were inside his t-shirt resting on his lower back. The week he’d had Charlie full-time had been hell for me, and I had missed him a lot, the last week with him had been wonderful, I didn’t want to let him go, but his father would be back soon.
“Andie, being inside you bare is… I can’t even describe how good it makes me feel.” He breathed into my hair.
“I liked it, too. Nothing between us. It felt good.” I looked up at him, pushed up onto tiptoes and kissed him softly. “You’d better eat. Your dad will be back soon.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” He reluctantly pulled away and pulled up his boxers and joggers.
