“Roll over,” Morgan murmured, nudging my hip, guiding me as I obeyed, stretching out on soft, cool sheets that hadn’t already been warmed by my body, rolling my hips against them to give my desperate cock some of the friction it wanted.
I shivered as the heat of Morgan’s body stole the cold away from my back, biting my lip as his cock brushed against my ass.
Morgan laughed again.
“This is flattering,” he mouthed against the shell of my ear, easing a pillow under my hips with practically no help from me. “The way you’re right on the verge of begging.”
“Do I have to beg?” I asked. “I’m not too proud, might be kinda hot.”
More laughter. Ilovedthe laughter, I loved laughing in bed for what felt like the first time.
I couldn’t wait for Morgan to absolutely ruin me for all other men.
“Only if you want,” Morgan said. “I’ll take care of you, no matter what.”
“In that case.” I paused to clear my throat. “Pleasefuck me.”
My breath hitched as Morgan rolled his hips, the head of his cock pressing up against my entrance, so close to being where I needed it. He was so hot and thick and perfect, and I didn’t want to wait any longer.
“Please,” I repeated, breathless. If Morganwantedbegging, I really wasn’t above it.
“Shh,” Morgan hushed, running a rough hand down my sensitive side, dipping under to stroke the delicate skin of my belly, rubbing soothing circles just above my hips.
I groaned, letting my head flop against the mattress, pushing back against his cock uselessly—I couldn’t move, not pinned under Morgan’s weight.
Damnthat was hot.
Morgan’s hand trailed around to my ass, holding me in place as his cock nudged at me, a whimper scratching at the back of my throat.
My breath caught and my toes curled as he finally,finallypushed forward, one long, slow slide so I could feel every inch on the way in, pressure and friction making my head spin.
I could feel myself leaking precome into the pillow under my hips, still pinned in place, only able to rock back a little way and clench around him.
“I got you,” Morgan murmured, nuzzling behind my ear.
With his hips pressed against mine, it was like flipping a switch somewhere that made all the built-up tension flow out of my body. Muscles I hadn’t realized were sore suddenly eased, the breath I was holding flowed out, my thighs relaxed as Morgan stopped and held me in place for a few heartbeats.
“Okay?” Morgan asked.
“Okay,” I breathed, too far gone for anything more complicated than that.
“Good,” Morgan murmured, sliding a hand under me as he rocked his hips experimentally, thumb skimming over sensitive skin. It was almost too much, too much sensation, too much to focus on, but it was sogoodthat I didn’t care.
I was happy for my brain to check out and just let my bodyfeel. Feel Morgan’s warmth and weight and the hard length of his cock inside me, feel his lips touching the back of my neck, his fingers inching closer to my cock.
“So good,” I panted, my thighs falling further apart to give him more room to move.
The hand on my hip trailed up to my shoulder, Morgan building up to a steady, rocking rhythm, each stroke deeper than the last until I was squirming all over again, panting for breath.
This was bliss. I could have happily let Morgan fuck me like this for hours, slow and thorough. My toes curled as his cock skimmed over a sensitive spot, lingering on the way past, drawing out the delicious sparks of pleasure that rippled up my spine.
Laughter welled up in the pit of my stomach as Morgan’s fingers curled around my cock, sheerjoyat having this with him bubbling over until I was giggling into the pillow under my face, rocking back to meet his thrusts.
“Something funny?” Morgan asked, his voice tight.
“This feels sogood,” I said, too high-pitched, too excited, but I couldn’t help myself.
I loved this. I loved Morgan. I wanted, more than anything I’d ever wanted before, to be with him. Always.
