Sly let go of her hand, but only to wrap a possessive arm around her waist.
As soon as they were ensconced in the elevator and the doors whooshed closed, Sly pulled her into a firm embrace and kissed her soundly.
They didn't pull apart until they reached their floor and the doors opened. An older couple stood there. They smiled knowingly as they exchanged places. Morgaine glanced back over her shoulder as she strolled away and caught the other couple moving closer to each other. Affection inspires affection, apparently.
Morgaine just knew Sly loved her. She'd wait patiently for him to say it though. Forcing the words would do no good and might push him away. That was the last thing she wanted. She felt more secure with him than with Gwyneth. Actually, she trusted him more than anyone in recent years—and he was a vamp!No, she decided. He was Sly. And Sly just happened to be a vampire.
Once in their room, Sly took her hand and led her to the bed. Morgaine stepped away from him and found the zipper at the nape of her neck. She dragged it down as far as she could, then turned around. Without needing to be asked, he opened her black dress the rest of the way. She rotated back to face him and let it slip off her shoulders and puddle on the floor around her feet.
His breath hitched.
That was the reaction she'd been hoping for when she’d dressed braless and pantiless. He hopped out of his black trousers and peeled off his shirt, tossing both to the floor. His erection jutted out, proudly.
"You go commando a lot," Morgaine noted.
"Does that turn you off?"
"Not hardly! It turns meon."
He grinned. Then without warning he tackled her.
She shrieked, then laughed as they bounced on the bed. "Someone'sfeeling playful..."
Sly leaned over her. "Sex should be fun. Don't you agree?"
She nodded, though part of her thought sex should also be passionate and loving.Never mind. He'll get there.
As if he'd read her mind, he swooped in for a long kiss. She opened her mouth, and their tongues sought each other immediately. His very shallow breaths grew deeper and more frequent. Soon he rolled on top of her, and a fevered heat seemed to take over.
Her mind clouded. She couldn't concentrate on anything but his drugging kiss. Good Goddess! She'd never been kissed like this.
He flipped both of them over until she lay on top of him. His hands were everywhere. He stroked her back, then squeezed her bottom. She felt his hard shaft prodding her belly.
When she rolled slightly to one side so she could grip his erection, it filled her hand. She squeezed and stroked until he growled into her mouth.
She lifted her head and sat astride his hips. "I want you inside me so badly, I think I'll lose my mind if you aren't fucking me soon."
He smiled. "Whatever the lady wants..."
Morgaine sighed with relief and rose onto her knees. She took his cock in her hand and positioned herself over it. As she impaled her slick channel, they both moaned.
He grasped her hips and began thrusting. She leaned over him and offered his mouth her breast. He took the pebbled nipple between his lips and sucked. At the same time, he added a clit rub. She gasped and braced herself on his shoulders to survive the erotic onslaught.
Every nerve ending trembled with electricity. "Oh, Goddess!" Before she could say more, a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Sly had to let her breast pop out of his mouth. She spasmed over and over again. Her clenching inner walls set off Sly's climax. He went rigid and jerked into her core. They finished together and she collapsed on top of him.
He wrapped his arms around her. "There now, wasn't that fun?"
She let out a weak chuckle, but as she caught her breath, her laughter grew. "It certainly was. Was it good for you?"
He shrugged. "Passable, I guess."
She tried to smack his shoulder, but he caught her wrist. "You know that was the answer you deserved for asking such an inane question, right?"
"I suppose. But I—I've never experienced anything like this. And I know you have. Can you blame me for wondering?"
He was quiet for a moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely a whisper. "That's why I thought you might have a hard time with this. You know how much I loved my wife. I figured you'd wonder if you measured up."
She rolled off him and tried to face the other way. He stopped her and pulled her close. Looking into her eyes, he brushed back her hair. "You don't need to worry. You're wonderful. Our relationship is different from my marriage, but it’s neither better nor worse." Taking her chin between his finger and thumb he held her facing him.
