by Azure Boone
Breathless, I scooted back on the bed while holding his hungry gaze. When I reached the middle, I placed my hands behind me and pulled my knees up, letting my legs fall open.
With his scorching stare locked on my pussy, he came for me like a panther. I was kind of glad for the dress, it hid my not so tight abs and not so trim waist.
“Take off the dress. Leave the heels.”
I froze. Shit. But there was no denying him. His eyes rose to mine, searching. I worried at my lower lip.
He gave a half grin and knelt between my legs. Taking the hem of my dress, he moved it up.
I panicked and held it down.
Morgan stopped and looked at me. He leaned in without a word and kissed my lips, pushing me down onto the bed. By the time my back hit the mattress, his tongue plundered hungrily and my nails raked into his velvety cropped hair.
I moaned at feeling his hard cock nestled against my pussy. He moved his hips, letting it slide between my wet folds. With a moan, I pulled on his ass, wanting more contact on my throbbing clit.
Morgan pulled up and nipped my lips, reaching down to rub himself along my slit.
“Oh God,” I gasped, knowing he was about to begin.
“Are you ready?”
It was hard to think what that meant while he stroked the head along my clit. “W-what about…” Birth control. I didn’t know how to say it.
“Mmm.” He traced my lips with his tongue. “I’m fixed.”
With that he pressed his cock gently at my entrance in a permissive way.
“I’ll live if you say no.” He nibbled my lips. “Barely.”
I was too excited to smile. Stroking his sides and face, I squeezed his body with my thighs. He felt so amazing.
“Morgan?”
He pulled up to look into my eyes.
“Make love to me?”
His jaw tensed and a look came over his face. Before I could wonder over it, his hand barely stroked my face as he lowered his lips to graze mine with the most gentle kiss. “I’ve dreamed of making love to you.”
I grabbed his face and kissed him deeply while opening my legs and thrusting me hips toward his cock.
He pushed in slowly, stealing my breath with every inch. I finally broke the kiss to thrash my head. “Yes, yes.”
Morgan kissed, nibbled, and sucked my neck while slowly filling me to the hilt. When he was buried, he lifted his head and stared down into my face, restraint evident in his gaze and brow, those lips parted with breathless agony.
I stroked my hand along his face, then neck.
“Hold on to me baby.” His words were ragged as his cock throbbed inside me.
I grasped his shoulders, excitement tickling my belly.
He placed his cheek to mine and pulled his cock slowly out. I gripped his shoulders tight, waiting.
“I’m going to fuck you really good.” He whispered that, poised just inside my entrance. “That’s what you want? To be fucked hard? You like that?”
I panted. “Oh God, yes, yes.”
Morgan thrust into me all at once and I cried out, clamping his sides with my legs. He began moving in and out, slow at first, until he found the perfect angle and rhythm. He pushed my face aside with his and kissed my neck while my moans grew louder with every perfect thrust.
“This is what you want baby?” He drove faster.
“Yes, yes,” I cried out.
He sat up and my eyes flew open. He shoved my dress as high as he could get it and knelt between my legs, grabbed my waist and lifted my ass off the bed. He pulled me onto his cock, hitting that amazing spot.
My cries grew far too loud but I couldn’t help it. He was ramming into that spot that made my bones feel like liquid fire.
“Play with your clit for me Tasha.”
Play with my clit? During sex? Why had I never thought of that?
I began doing the familiar routine and Morgan’s fingers tensed deliciously around my waist.
His movements slowed as he watched. “Yes. Make it hot. Damn that looks good.” He looked at me. “Rub your nipple for me.” His tortured eyes went to my still clothed top. “I need to see you.”
The heat in my clit was now at the fuck it point. I yanked my shoulder straps off and exposed my breasts. They were small but perky and my nipples were hard. I returned to rubbing my clit while sliding my fingers over my nipple.
Morgan gasped and clenched his eyes, his cock throbbing. Mmm. He really liked that. He rotated gazing at my pussy and breasts like an addict and soon I was lost in the orgasm fast approaching as he slid in and out in a perfect tempo.
“Come for me baby,” he rasped, his fingers digging.
“Oh God, yes.” My head thrashed and I arched my back, giving in to the heat intensifying in my clit. My climax came hard and Morgan quickly built up speed as the waves of pleasure crashed through me. Halfway through, he began pounding into me at that perfect angle, bouncing my tits with every thrust. My God, that pee feeling returned with intensity right as my climax peaked. My hands slammed the bed and I clutched the covers, watching in shock as he vigorously fucked me. What happened inside? It felt like something cut loose, warm and hot and mind-blowing. I was oblivious to reality while it poured, and Morgan finally roared his release. I managed to open my eyes to see him. Oh God, yes. All his muscles strained in his chest, abs and neck. His lips were drawn over his teeth as he came so hard, so long, his groans mixed with growls. Shit that was awesome! He was nothing like John who climaxed in silence. Sometimes I wondered if he’d come at all. I was sure there’d be bruises where his fingers dug, but wow, I loved it.
And what kind of orgasm did I have? Was it one of those G thingies I’d heard about a long time ago? Sure as hell hoped so. Hate to think I’d just peed on him.
Morgan released my waist and fell onto me, lips finding mine immediately. Both of us were still winded from the amazing rush and yet he kissed me with an immaculate tenderness, his hand stroking my face while he moaned in utter contentment.
I whimpered back, stroking his muscles along his broad back then ending in his hair.
“Shower with me.” He nipped my chin then pressed his lips softly into mine.
“Morgan.”
He jerked up at hearing the tears I struggled not to give in to.
“Shhh, shh, no no, don’t cry, please.”
I shook my head wanting to tell him it wasn’t anything he did, not to worry. But if I used my vocal chords, that would be it.
A sob escaped me and I covered my mouth. Morgan pulled me in his embrace and rocked me, making it impossible to keep the avalanche of pent up pain at bay.
I sobbed like a child, the barely audible words making their way out. “Why, why, why doesn’t he love me?”
His embraced tightened and he pressed his face to mine as though trying to push the pain back. “I love you, I love you, shhh, it’s okay, I’m here and I love you.”
I strangled his neck, realizing how desperately I needed that.
“I’m so sorry, I love you, I’m so sorry.” Morgan cooed those amazing words for nearly five minutes, covering my face in delicate kisses.
Like I was something precious. I wanted to be precious to somebody.
“Let me wash your hair,” he whispered, when my crying finally stopped.
Without the cover of passion, having him see me naked was once again worrisome. What if he wouldn’t like my boobs? And all the not firm parts. And those ugly dimples on my thighs. Shit, I needed to get in shape. And that stubborn demon gut.
“You’re beautiful Tasha.”
I jerked my gaze to his then shook my head a little, worrying at my lip. “What if you don’t like the way I look?”
He lowered his head and nibbled softly at my lips until I moaned. I tensed as his hand slid up my dress and stroked over those parts I hated most. “You’re beautiful I said.” He slipped his finger right into my wet folds, stealing my breath. “Don’t’ argue with me.”
His tongue slipped into my
mouth and mimicked his finger in its exploration. Slow, teasing, and searching.
I raked my nails over his shoulders as passion ignited, moving through my hips, making me push into his hand for more.
“Mmmm, yes. In the shower.” He stroked my tongue with his. “I want you there. I want to make you call my name…” He sucked my lip gently between his. “…while you come all over me.” He shoved his finger in deep and flicked rapidly. “From right here.”
A fast moving fire spread through my body and Morgan drew his head up and watched.
Good Lord. I whimpered as I imagined his insanely arousing words.
He slowly pulled his finger out. “Is that a yes?”
I gasped and looked at him, feeling feverish. “How about…you go. And I’ll meet you?”
He grinned and the sight of it niggled in my memory. Maybe I’d seen him at Wal-Mart on one of my few outings. Or maybe he just had a familiar face. I wanted to figure it out, it was embarrassing to think that he might know me and not be saying. Maybe even seen the frumpy side of me. Shame burned my cheeks.
But dressing sexy had only lead to heartache, because my husband never seemed to even notice. So why bother?
He got up from the bed and stood shameless in his naked glory. “I’ll get the water ready.”
With that he walked off and I smiled at seeing he still wore his black socks. He sure looked good in those socks.
Chapter Six
Two minutes later, I sat at the edge of the bed, working up the nerve.
“Water’s ready,” he called.
Shit. “Coming.”
His deep chuckle made heat swim through my belly. I forced myself up and went into the bathroom. He peeked his head out of the curtain as I slid a strap off my dress. I paused with wide eyes. “Privacy?”
He raised his brows and gave a half grin, no doubt at how stupid that was when I was about to climb in there with him. “Of course.” He pulled his head back in.
I quickly took the dress off and snatched a towel from the bath bar and wrapped in it. Another deep breath and I opened the curtain at the backside of the tub. Morgan was rinsing soap off his body and I got to admire the rear view for a few seconds before he turned and presented the front. Definitely his finer side.
“You made it.”
I raised my eyes to his, flushing. The towel clearly humored him. Could’ve been worse.
“I’ve never seen anybody shower with a towel.”
I clutched the top with both hands, making sure it was nice and tight. “I’m…shy is all.”
He stepped forward until he towered just before me. I stared at his chest and lowered my eyes to the dark hair running down the center of his abs. Laid so pretty on his tanned skin.
He tilted my face up with a finger. I swallowed, forcing myself to meet his tickled gaze, wishing I didn’t feel so damn inferior. Didn’t need to be nervous.
His slipped one hand around my back and pressed me to his body. Then with his other hand, he lifted my leg up along his, pressing my now exposed heat to his hard leg. His hand at my lower sealed us tightly. The twinkle in his eyes left as heat dilated his pupils. His mouth descended on mine with a hunger.
The momentum of his kiss forced me to abandon my iron hold on the towel and wrap my arms around his neck. While his tongue plundered my mouth, he sneakily removed my covering.
I broke the kiss and gasped, covering my breasts, wishing I had two more hands for my atrocious gut. Oh my God, how could he like me?
I was too worried at his reaction to even speak, there was only staring and waiting for that look to register on his face. The oh, now I see why you hide, look. His eyes refused to leave mine though. Again he came forward and I saw what would happen. I’d need to hold on to him. Shit.
My back hit the shower wall and my arms remained locked in place. Breath erratic, I held his gaze. “Don’t look now, just…wait, like a month from now, after I work out?” That’s all it would take to be worthy of this god man before me.
“Not a chance.” His mouth came for mine and his fingers played over my pussy lips, stroking softly what was available between my clamped legs. He forced my mouth open with his lips and made love to me with his tongue. I fought to keep my mind about me as his finger found my clit and moved in wide slow circles over it. Jesus, that was...unfair.
“You’re mine now.” He rubbed his engorged cock against my belly, side to side with a groan. “Touch me Tasha,” he croaked.
Like my body could care less about inhibitions, my right hand flew to capture the hot shaft in its embrace. He moaned right in my mouth, nipping my lip. He growled and deepened the kiss, desire laboring his breath as I stroked his length between us.
He reached down and moved my hand to his balls. I moaned and cupped them and he pumped his hips, the head of his cock hitting my stomach. I captured his hard length in my other hand.
Morgan groaned again and devoured my mouth with an overwhelming hunger, his tongue lashing over, under, and all around mine. He helped me make it feel good, squeezing my hand as I stroked him, moved my caress over his balls. His groans were so damn hot.
He wrapped his hands around my wrists and pushed his leg into my pussy, pressing me against the wall. He raised my arms up and placed my hands on either side of my head.
Oh shit. Oh no.
He kissed my forehead, then my nose, my lips, and locked gazes with me. I struggled to get free and he raised his brows and shook his head. “Mine.”
“Morgan! Let go. Please.”
He moved in to kiss my lips and I jerked right. He settled for my cheek. “Just one peek.” He moved to my earlobe and flicked with his tongue. I drew my shoulder up.
“Don’t be angry,” he whispered. “I have to see you, I’m sorry. I’ve fantasized too long not to. How can you not know you’re beautiful?”
He pulled away and I scrunched my eyes tight when I saw him looking at my breasts. “Please stop looking.”
“So beautiful.” Hot breath on my nipple made me flinch. Then his entire mouth was sucking greedily.
“So small,” I gasped.
He moaned with his mouthful and finally pulled up, my breast smacking from his lips. “So perfect.” He flicked the tip with his tongue then suddenly his mouth was on mine, making me dizzy. Morgan spun me around. Hands plastered on the wall, I tried to turn, but he held my waist tight. “I said I need to look at you.” The breathy whisper heated my entire body.
“Morgan, please, don’t.”
“What are you ashamed of?” His mouth still heated my ear and one hand cupped my ass. “Surely not this.” His hand continued between my legs. “Open them.”
I whimpered at the command and obeyed.
“Mmm.” His finger dipped into my pussy, then slid up behind me. My breath caught when he stopped at my exit and administered sensual circles on it. “I love your ass.”
Oh God. I hated it. “It’s…flabby.” The gasped words sounded silly now.
He nibbled my ear and filled both his hands with my cheeks. “It’s soft. Like you.” He kneaded the flesh in his hands. “But I know how to work it out.”
His cock nestled between my butt cheeks and I couldn’t keep from pushing against it. So warm and thick. I turned my face toward him, leaning back. “Fuck me. Please.”
“I will. After I wash your hair.” He pulled me entirely against him and embraced me tight, his hands caressing both my breasts softly while he kissed my neck.
Wash my hair? Was I dreaming?
He turned with me and walked us toward the spray of water. Staying attached to me, he helped wet my hair, his cock a delicious distraction between my butt cheeks. Not to mention his muscular torso pressing into my back. Felt so amazing.
A minute later, I stood in awe with his gentleness. I’d never have guessed how erotic it might feel to have his fingers massaging my scalp. The constant friction from his thick cock nestled between my butt cheeks of course aided that effect. Also reminded me of what was soon to come.
There were no words as he held me in the stream of spray and rinsed my hair. Wow, how romantic it was. I laid my head back against his chest and he finally turned me around and rinsed me that way.
“God you’re breasts are beautiful.”
I wanted to disagree but with that tormented tone of his, it was difficult. So convincing. As hard as it was to imagine he actually liked them, hope still took root. I’d been so sure my breasts could never be thought of as pretty in anyway, much less beautiful. Always one alphabet away from making the grade. I resented them.
Morgan pulled me out of the stream and immediately began feasting on my nipple, his hands sliding up and down my not trim waist. But the sounds he made said I was perfection. I knew I wasn’t but if I was to him…that’s all I cared about.
I ran my fingers through his short hair, closed my eyes and let go of my insecurities. Let myself believe I was what he seemed to think. My nails raked and I arched my back, pushing my breasts toward him.
“Yes,” he gasped, moving to the other one and filling his mouth with it, a hand cupping and squeezing.
I watched breathless how my nipple looked as he pulled away and swirled his tongue all over it. He stood to his full height and kissed me passionately. I vaguely realized he’d turned me and my back was against the shower wall again. “Put your leg on the tub.”
Breathless, I lifted my left leg and placed it on the edge.
“Hold on to me.” He placed a hand on the shower wall next to me then looked down and stroked his cock on my entrance. We watched as my full lips flared with his thick head as he rotated it slowly over my clit next. He gave a growl that promised lethal passion while my desperate moan already begged for mercy.
He stared into my eyes while he continued to draw those circles over my throbbing bud. “Tell me Tasha. Tell me what you want. How you want it.” He rolled a nipple with his other hand.
I strained on the pleasure, licking my lips. “Fuck me. Like this. Hard, please.” The bold words were weak.
Morgan leaned in placed his lips just next to mine. His fingers left my breast and he lifted my leg higher. He slid his cock from my clit to the deepest part of my pussy in one smooth move. I screamed at the shock of pleasure, my nails digging into muscle.