"Your mouth."I lick my lips, feel my breath come short and shallow.
"My mouth doing what, Noah?"
I clench my hands into fists at my sides as she kisses my belly so close to my cock that her cheek brushes my shaft."Fuck."I feel my stomach suck in at the proximity of her mouth, the slight subtle brush."I imagined you sucking me off, Morgan," I growl, "that what you want to hear?"
"Yes!"she breathes, excited and eager."That'sexactlywhat I want to hear."
"You want to hear that I stood in the shower and jerked off while imagining you putting that sweet mouth around my cock?I imagined holding your hair and fucking your mouth."
She whimpers, kisses the tender no-man's land between hipbone and shaft, nuzzling my cock with her cheek."Yeah?Is that what you want, Noah?"
"Fuck, Morgan."
"Is it?You want to fuck my mouth?"
I barely recognize this version of her.Her eyes spark with fiery need, glitter with arousal.And holy shit, is it hot.Bold, confident.Sure of herself.Turned on and wanting me.
"Yes," I breathe."Among other things."
She cups my balls in one hand and strokes my length with the other, eyes on mine as she kisses her way up to my navel, tilting my cock away to kiss back down to my other hipbone, down so close to my balls that her nose nuzzles them.
A moment of hesitation, then, the brilliant shimmer of arousal in her eyes dimming momentarily—a look I've come to recognize as being when the ugly thoughts of self-doubt and -criticism in the voice of her ex start to take over.
"Morgan?"I whisper."Hey."I cup her face, and her gaze—momentarily lost in the middle distance—returns to mine.
"Hi."
I brush my thumb over her cheekbone."God, you're beautiful.Have I mentioned that lately?"
She blushes, gaze darting away with a slight roll of a shoulder."Maybe.But I like hearing it."Her eyes meet mine, and her smile brightens once more.“You're pretty dang hot yourself, Noah."
I slip my hands into her hair."I could kiss you and never stop."Swipe my thumb over her lips."Come up here and kiss me, will you?"
I don't like the way her joy dimmed, just then.I wonder what horrible thoughts he put in her head—this isn't the time to ask, though.I just don't want her to think I expect anything; I want her to know that she can change her mind if her emotions become too much.
She shakes her head."No, I don't think so."Morgan's fingers tighten around my shaft."I'll kiss you, yeah.Just not up there."
"Morgan—"
She bends over me, kisses my thigh.My hipbone again."I want to."
"But you don't have to.You can stop.You can change your mind.”
"I know."She kisses her way up to my navel again, and back down, tilting my cock away to kiss alongside it."Noah, honey?"
"Yeah, Morgan?"
She looks up at me, cupping my shaft with her knuckles against my belly.She grins, eyes staying locked on mine."Just be quiet and enjoy this.I know you don't expect anything.I'm doingexactlywhat I want to do.I'mexactlywhere I want to be."
I open my mouth to respond, but think better of it—especially when she, holding my eyes, not blinking, her smile equal parts shy and seductive, brings her mouth alongside my shaft."Oh god…Morgan!"
"I haven't even done anything yet," she whispers, giggling.
Barely daring to breathe, barely daring even to imagine that this is real, I watch as Morgan's lips press against the side of my shaft.Her eyes slide closed as she touches her mouth to my flesh, an almost reverent expression crossing her face.My breath does hitch in my chest and clog in my throat, then, when she stutters her lips up my length, palming my balls in one hand and cupping my shaft toward herself with the other.Her head tilts, and her soft damp lips part, taking my shaft sideways in her mouth and I feel the wet tease of her tongue.She whimpers, a soft erotic gasp, pulling away to glance up at me with an almost dazed smile, and then her eyes slide down to fix on my cock as she brings her open mouth to the tip.Her expression is, truthfully and accurately, reverent, then.Not just eager or ready or turned on—awed.Relieved, as if she's being reunited with something long-lost and once beloved.
I spear my fingers, stiffened into claws, into the couch beside my thighs, abs bracing in anticipation, hands shaking, breath trembling.I'm not ready—I have a million thoughts and feelings about this act, but now's not the time.
With a breathy hum in her throat, Morgan closes her mouth around my cock.I groan long and low in my throat, billowing heat and crushing pressure boiling immediately in my gut and in my balls.
