"Uh-huh," I growl.
"Good?"
"Fucking incredible."
Her hand is hot and small and soft, squeezing tightly around the head, and then loosening to clutch gently.Her eyes find mine, holding, pinning me in place so I can't look away as she slides her hand down my aching length.
"Fuck," I whisper again."Morgan.Jesus."
My knees shake at her touch, and my stomach flips and my heart slams crazily, and my balls tighten against my body, feel heavy and swollen.My cock pulses, swells in her hand.Pressure builds behind my navel, in my balls, and my shaft throbs.
I squeeze my eyes shut as she caresses me slowly."Morgan, fuck.Fuck."
My knees go weak at her touch, and I sag against the sliding door, skin squealing against glass.
Backing up, Morgan pulls me by the hands, walks backward toward the couch.Turns me, shoves me so I stumble backward and collapse onto my butt.
Her eyes are…hungry, sparking arousal, fiery with erotic need as she gazes at me, eyes raking over my chest and arms and thighs, landing at last on my cock, locking there, staring shamelessly, greedily, a grin of appreciation on her lips.
She drops to her knees between my thighs, and her hands slide up my legs, pause at the crease of my hips.Her eyes find mine."Gonna make you feel so fucking good, Noah," she murmurs."It's been so, so long since I touched anyone like this.I…I'dalmostforgotten how much I love it.”A tense, erotic pause.“Almost.”
I let my head rest back against the couch and watch as she gathers my cock in both hands, slowly plunging her fists down my length—I groan at the caress, hips bucking up."I…fuck, that feels good.I'm not gonna…it's gonna be quick, honey.It's been a long time since anyone touched me."
"You jerked off thinking about me," she whispers.
"Yeah, I did."
"Was it quick?"
"No," I admit.
“You jerked off for a long time, thinking about me?"
“Yeah."
"Doing what?"
I shake my head."Morgan, I…"
She looks up at me, smiling as she caresses my length with slow strokes of her hand, fingers curled loosely around my shaft."I want to know, Noah.Please share it with me?”
I close my eyes, and for a moment, I see in my mind's eye the same fantasy I conjured yesterday morning in the shower as I jerked off: Morgan taking me in her mouth."I don't want you to think—"
"Just answer the question and don't worry about what I'll think."
She gazes up at me as she caresses my cock, her elbow on my knee, her other hand tracing her fingertips delicately against the inside of my opposite thigh, scratching, rasping, raking up and down the sensitive skin, nearer and nearer to my balls.
I search her face and see nothing but need, arousal, curiosity, wonder—perhaps some nerves, but no fear, no resignation, no hesitation.Her smile is eager, seductive—her eyes flick down from mine and watch the journey of her hand as she strokes my cock.
"Please, Noah.Tell me what you imagined when you masturbated."
“You."
She kisses my thigh, my hipbone."Doing what?"
"This."
"Kissing your leg?"Her tone is wry and teasing as she stares up at me, fist pumping lazily at my base.
