How long had I waited for this? It’d beenyears. I’d wanted Morgan’s gentle kindness since forever, and I couldn’t get over how gentle he wasstillbeing with me.
The head of his cock nudged my entrance as I rocked my hips again, gripping his elbow to brace myself, a shudder of anticipation rolling up my back. Morgan was a big guy all over, and I’dabsolutelyfeel this in the morning.
I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything except being with him.
“You sure about this?” Morgan murmured between kisses. “I can wait.”
I laughed, rubbing our noses together even as I reached back to steady his cock, earning myself a hitched breath. “Maybeyoucan,” I said. “ButIcan’t.”
A desperate moan tore at the back of my throat as I sank down, Morgan’s cock filling me to the limit and then some, somehow even bigger inside me than it’d looked.
Eyes screwed shut, sweat beading at my temples, ankle twinging slightly at the pressure I was putting on it, I held my position for a handful of heartbeats, breathing falling into the same rhythm as Morgan’s. His hands curled around my hips, but I wanted themeverywhere. I didn’t want a single inch of skin to go untouched by rough fingers, I wanted all the nicks and cuts and scars and calluses that made Morgan’s handMorgan’scatching on every sensitive spot I had.
His fingers felt sogoodinside me that I’d almost come from that alone, only the thought of sinking onto his gorgeous cock if I could just hold out stopping me.
“So much better,” I murmured, letting my forehead rest against Morgan’s, breath coming in gasps between us. Morgan hissed as I clenched around him, fingers tightening on my hips, but notquitehard enough.
“You won’t hurt me,” I added, letting our noses slide together as I tilted my head to kiss him. Everything was so close and hot and wonderful, the comforting scent of campfire smoke and the faintest trace of marshmallow clinging to Morgan’s skin.
“No,” Morgan responded. “No, I won’t,” he promised.
“I know,” I whispered against his mouth, breathless, rolling my hips for the first time, toes curling at the whole-bodyrightnessof being like this, feeling Morgan inside me, nipping at his lips, gasping under his finally-exploring fingers, squeezing my thighs tight around his waist as I built up a rhythm.
The low-burning fire in the pit of my stomach flared up with every roll of my hips, breath coming in cut-off gasps, catching in my throat, turning into needy little whimpers as I found one incredible angle after the next. This was sodifferentthan it had been with Brad, and okay—that was the only thing I had to compare it to, but I was pretty sure this was different than it would have been withanyone.
Anyone but Morgan, who was so perfect, so gentle, slipping one hand under my ass to support me, strong fingers squeezing tight as I rode him, my thighs starting to burn with the effort.
Something tight and hot unfurled inside me as Morgan shifted his hips, suddenly hittingjustthe right spot and leaving me with stars bursting behind my eyelids, panting into his mouth as I kissed him hard, nipping at his lip, kissing my way along his neck, biting down hard on his neck, hard enough to leave a mark. Proof that I’d been here, that we’d done this, that for one night I’d been able to call Morgan mine.
I raked blunt nails down his back, making him arch toward me, cock shifting again and sending another cascade of pleasure glittering down my spine like a lit sparkler.
Morgan grunted as his back hit the mattress, clearly surprised by me throwing my whole weight into pushing him down, but I knew what I wanted.
His rough hands rasped along the sensitive skin of my thighs as I braced myself, fingers splayed wide over his beautifully-defined stomach, thumbs finding dips and grooves to play with as I settled, riding harder than before, taking advantage of the new position to find just the perfect angle.
Everything was happening in a rush now, pleasure and urgency and heat building low in the pit of my stomach, Morgan’s hands still exploring.
I caught the look in his eyes, and if I hadn’t already been close, that would have dragged me right to the edge anyway. I couldn’t name everything I saw there, but I knew no one had ever looked at me like that, and I surged down to kiss him.
The low, broken groan Morgan spilled into my mouth as he came sent another wave of heat washing over me, and all I could manage in response was to grab my own cock, stroking myself hard and fast to catch up with him, biting off a cry against his throat as I finished.
Tension poured out of me in waves, replaced by warm, fuzzy bliss that made my head feel like it was full of duck feathers and my muscles feel like they were full of sand.
I collapsed onto Morgan’s chest, confident he could take my weight, and sighed an exhausted, satisfied sigh.
My eyes fell closed as Morgan’s hand trailed up from my thigh, ghosting past my oversensitive ass and coming to rest on my back, fingers splayed protectively.
Thiswas good.
Outside, there was a distant roll of thunder, but in here, in this little cabin far away from home and reality and the rest of the world, everything was peaceful.
“Storm coming?” Morgan murmured, craning his neck to look out the high window above the bed. I doubted he could see anything, but I understood the impulse to look.
The image of walking with him, hand in hand through a thunderstorm, blossomed in my mind, making me smile. He’d do it. He’d walk with me in anything, and I knew that without having to ask.
Morgan was perfect and kind and gentle, and the sex, as I’d told Brad earlier today—or yesterday now, with the first rays of pre-dawn light just starting to tint the sky—really wasthatgood.
I’d always secretly thought it had to be better than the awkward, uncomfortable, rarely satisfying fumbling Brad had put me through, or why the hell would people go out of their way to have sex with other people when their own hand was an option?
