“Remember, if you don’t like anything, just tell me.” Deciding to take care, he reached down to run a hand up her shapely calf. “You have the longest legs I’ve ever seen.”
Caroline frowned. “I am far too tall for a woman.”
“Nonsense. These long legs felt amazing wrapped around my waist.” He pulled her to her feet and flush against him. “You fit perfectly against me. I don’t have to bend in half to kiss you.” He captured her lips once more. He couldn’t get enough of her kisses.
Cage slowly knelt in front of her. He watched her face as he cupped one breast in his hand. He gently ran his thumb across her tan nipple through the thin fabric. Her soft gasp emboldened him to cup the other breast. “These breasts are meant to be worshiped.” Full and heavy in his palms, the stiff buds of her nipples jutted against the fabric of the chemise. He leaned forward to capture the tip of one perfect breast in his mouth.
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Caroline gasped at the feel of Morgan’s hot mouth on her breast. His slow suck on her nipple through the silky fabric of the chemise sent a jolt of pleasure straight down to her core. His thumb continued to rub across the other nipple, making it tight and tingling. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. She grabbed hold of his hair to hold him in place as his tongue laved at her breast.
Then his hands moved down to the hem of her chemise and underneath. His warm palms slid up her legs, past the back of her knees, and up the outside of her thighs. As his hands gripped her hips, his thumb brushed the curls of her womanhood. It was just a tease, because next one finger ran right down the center of her folds and rubbed a spot that only she had ever explored. A spot that was the center of her pleasure. Lord, she was so wet. She looked down and met Morgan’s heated gaze.
“Does that feel good?” The smoldering desire on his face made her knees go weak.
“Mmm,” was all she could muster as she gripped hold of his shoulder. She wanted to see what his clever fingers were doing. So she reached down to grasp her chemise and pulled it over her head in one swift motion.
It was Morgan’s turn to let out a hum of pleasure. His hands skimmed up along her skin to cup her breasts once more. His hot mouth sucked on one nipple, then the other. Caroline let her head fall back as sharp pleasurable sensations rolled through her like waves. He kissed his way down across her stomach. Then his hands urged her legs wider, and he kissed the top of her mons. Caroline didn’t censure her gasp of pleasure as she watched his tongue delve in to give a slow lick along the seam. She gripped his shoulders as he licked and sucked on her. The delicious tension coiled tighter and tighter. Her knees would surely buckleif his strong hands at the back of her thighs didn’t keep her upright.
“Morgan, please.” She cried out, not really sure what she was asking. This pleasure building inside her far surpassed any peak she had brought herself to. She tugged on his hair, and he moaned. The sound vibrated against her, and her eyes rolled back at the sensation. Morgan slid a finger into her passage, then two. He worked them in and out slowly, hitting a spot inside her that had her crying out again. All the tension coiled so tight inside her shattered into a million pieces. Her orgasm rolled through her like a tidal wave.
Caroline slid down like a limp rag doll, straddling Morgan’s muscled thighs. His erection, so big and hard, pressed against her sensitive flesh, and she shuddered as a small aftershock of pleasure claimed her. Morgan grinned as though he knew exactly how she felt. She leaned in to cup his cheek and kiss him deeply. “That was amazing. I had no idea.” She tried to find the right words to thank him. Surely he deserved some kind of medal for lovemaking. The man was a genius.
He chuckled. “Come now, let’s get off the floor.” She climbed off him, and he stood. But she felt strangely bereft without the press of his manhood nestled against her. Curiously she reached out to touch his cock; isn’t that what he had called it? She rubbed her hand along its length. Morgan groaned, and his head fell back. His hand covered hers. “I need you to tell me what you want, Caroline. Remember the rule.”
She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. This was no time to be shy. This gorgeous man was at her command. “I want you to remove your pants and make love to me.”
“As you wish.” He reached to unfasten his pants, making quick work of the row of buttons. His cock sprang free as he shucked off his pants.
Caroline’s jaw dropped open. “Can I touch?” She reached out to touch its length, running a tentative fingertip around the top. “It looks painfully stiff. It’s not always like this, is it?”
Morgan let out a low laugh. “No, darling, it’s not always like this. You can touch it all you want, but perhaps not right this moment. I might explode.” His voice rasped. He took her hands and led her to the bed. “What I want now is the slick hot grip of your sex.” He sat on the bed with his back against the headboard. With one hand, he pulled her on top of him, her knees spread wide. “Take hold of me and guide my cock inside you. You are in control.” He took her face between his palms and kissed her deeply, without urgency but slow and passionate, as though he could kiss her forever.
She reached between them and grasped his cock, so big and hard. She guided the tip to her entrance and lowered onto it just a bit. It felt so good that she lowered farther until the sensation of being full became too much. She sucked in a deep breath and wiggled, trying to adjust to the pressure.
“God, luv, you feel so good.” Cage groaned. He placed kisses along her neck and down to her breast. His breathing was ragged, and she had the sense he was at a breaking point with his control. His fingers gripped her hips painfully.
She had this power over him. It flowed through her like fire, burning away her inhibitions and fears. She was in control of both their pleasure. He said to go slow, but she no longer wanted to wait. She needed that frantic desire she’d felt when his mouth had been on her womanhood. She pulled up along his shaft then lowered down in one swift motion. The sharp pain caused her to cry out but receded quickly with another deep breath. She wiggled again, letting herself get used to the feeling of his hard length buried deep.
Morgan moaned against her neck. “Can’t hold back any longer. You feel so good.” His strong hands moved her hipsup and down, showing her a rhythm that became increasingly frantic. She threw her head back as the delicious sensations began to build inside her again. She pushed him back against the headboard, and placing her hands on his chest for leverage, she tilted her hips to the angle that felt best. At the next thrust of his cock, she shouted his name as her world exploded again.
“God, Caroline!” Morgan lifted her off his cock and spent with several long pulses all over his stomach. He gripped the back of her neck and brought her mouth to his for a scorching kiss. Then he broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers. “Woman, you almost killed me. I haven’t come that hard…ever. You are a goddess.”
A grin spread across her face. Chests heaving, both of them tried to catch their breath. Who needed to breathe when this gorgeous man had just called her a goddess? She kissed him again. Her world felt turned on its head. Cage Morgan had just blown all her notions of lovemaking into a thousand tiny bits. There was no way she would be satisfied living her life alone anymore. No, she was keeping this man.
Chapter 33
Caroline wandered into the breakfast room, ignoring the usual cheerful din of voices. She headed to the sideboard to see what Mrs. Blume had put out this morning. She was famished. Yesterday, after playing her lady’s maid, Morgan returned her home in the early evening. She begged off dinner and instead luxuriated in a hot bath while she replayed every incredible detail of her afternoon with Cage. He insisted that now she must call him Cage, that he wanted to hear his name on her lips the next time he made her orgasm.
She sighed; the man had a very naughty gift for description, his every word a promise of what was to come. The spoon that held the scrambled eggs hovered halfway to her plate. A footman hurried over. “My lady, can I help you?”
She looked down at the empty plate in her hand. “Oh, yes.” She set down the spoon and handed him her plate. “Eggs, please. And some ham, a honey cake, and some tea.” She absently grabbed a piece of toast and went to sit down.
“Something the matter, dear?” Her mother’s sharp gaze ran over her face.
Caroline gave her a sunny smile. “Nothing at all.” She grabbed the jam dish and spread a heaping dollop onto her toast. She wondered if Cage liked strawberry jam. He must eat like a horse to keep up such a physique. Perhaps they could go for a ride in the park today.
“You look like you’ve been knocked in the head,” Abagail said.
