It was important, he knew that. Except Morgan was the only woman he wanted to fuck. He thought it was time for them to discuss ditching the latex, as long as she was protected or they had an alternate method of birth control.
Moving close to his lover, he secured his arms about her thin waist and nuzzled his face into her soft-as-silk hair. She smelled great and her hair was lovely. He hoped she never cut it, but knew that trims were necessary for healthy hair.
Raising his head to look over at the other side of the bed, he saw that Samson and Delilah weren’t in the room. The sun had set. Plugin nightlights around the guest room allowed him enough light to see.
Morgan’s hair was spilled all around them. Settling back down, he snuggled with her some more.
Sure, scorching sex with his woman constantly made him feel proud. But it was Morgan’s willingness to follow his lead no matter how scared or uncertain she might be that kept him on his toes. She was playful, inquisitive and not nearly as shy as some people thought.
Glad to call her his, he realized he could do two things here. He could wake her up and fuck her. Or he could wake her up and make love to her.
Considering the fact that her ass felt warm against his groin, he’d go for slow and easy. To push her too far after what they’d done in the clubroom earlier wasn’t fair. Loving her would always be right.
Reaching down for covers that had slid off them while they’d napped, Ethan jerked it up and over so that a layer of warmth and darkness cocooned them. He liked the darkness. It helped to increase his other senses.
Using touch, he slowly, rhythmically caressed her, concentrating on her upper arms and shoulders before smoothing his fingers across her collarbones and going downward a little. The feel of her breasts, which fit perfectly in his palms, drew a moan from his lips.
In an instant, Morgan came awake. She tried to play with him by staying very still. But everything in him that was a man knew that the enticing way she rubbed her backside against his cock was meant to tease.
Continuing to stroke and pluck her nipples, he gave her breasts the attention they deserved. Such pretty, gorgeous tits should be appreciated often. While he’d never hurt a single part of her, he knew Morgan favored a little pinch and drew her nipples out, twisting slightly.
“Ethan,” she finally uttered.
“Expecting someone else to be feeling you up, sub?” he countered, caressing her again as her ass continued to grind in earnest. He shifted, slipping his bare cock between her thighs to situate his shaft against her pussy lips.
“Never, only you,” she vowed.
Soft as satin, wet and warm, her quim felt surreal. Her vaginal wetness drenched his cock head, teasing, tempting. All he’d need to slip into her tight-as-fuck vagina was a slight change and a long, measured thrust.
Fucking hell, taking her with nothing between his dick and her pussy would be beyond good. It’d be heaven.
“It’s dark,” she said.
“I’ve got you. Nothing can hurt you, not even the darkness.” Dipping his head some to kiss the back of her neck, he had to nudge some hair out of the way to find her skin. “If it’s too much or you feel closed in, I’ll toss the covers. It’s your call, honey.”
“I’m not afraid. I’m with you. Here, I know I’m safe.”
Getting an enticing whiff of her scent, he kissed and licked, circling his tongue over the top ridge of her spine. Morgan trembled, letting him manipulate her nipples.
“Turn over,” he encouraged, raising the covers high enough to let her shift around.
She faced him. The darkness kept him from seeing much. He didn’t need to. Leaning into her, he found her lips, kissing her softly. Morgan’s sexy mouth parted, letting him deepen the kiss.
Accepting the dark, Morgan wrapped her arms about his shoulders and drew him in. Her love was real. It reached a part of his heart he hadn’t given to any other woman.
He certainly had never been a saint. His conquests and lovers rivaled his oldest brother’s, but he honestly couldn’t claim to have been in love with them, not in the way he loved Morgan.
Being in love changed everything. It made the simplest of kisses important. It made her touch that much more significant.
Wanting her to know exactly how much he loved her, he ignored everything beyond the bed. He didn’t know where the cats were. He didn’t know the exact time.
What he knew was that Morgan tasted nice. She smelled of soap, jasmine and faintly of sex because she was turned-on.
Breaking free of their kiss to rain kisses over her face and down to her throat, he grinned at the way she naturally surrendered by arching her neck. Nibbling at her pulse, he laved, nipped and licked, getting a thrill out of the fact that she sighed and stroked his shoulders as gently and slowly as he was kissing her.
Something had changed between them since the first night they’d had sex. Their trust in each other had grown more certain. Morgan had discovered the strength it took to submit. The time they’d spent in the attic a few days ago had taught her that even at his most strict and dominant, he’d never harm a hair on her head.
Some Doms got their subs off by using all manner of cruel devices. The adrenaline rush that followed was as addictive as a narcotic. Morgan got off on the possibility of pain and the knowledge that he’d always turn it into pleasure. It was her choice to be Ethan’s submissive. That was the most powerful aspect of the D/s relationship.
Already wanting to collar her, Ethan concentrated on the taste of her skin. Working his way down her throat, he reached heaven when he kissed the tip of one breast. Man, she tasted great. Her breast was soft and round, her nipple erect.
“Yeah,” she uttered.
Twirling his tongue around and around the taut peak, he drew her into his mouth and sucked. Morgan squealed, shifting and arching beneath him.
Ethan rolled her over until she was flat on the mattress. Keeping her nipple between his teeth, he bit down just enough to trap her.
“Oh…” she whimpered, but not from pain, from need. Unknowingly, she started grinding against him, parting her thighs so his cock could reclaim residence right up against her creamy quim.
He bit again, harsher this time, alternating between biting and sucking, leaving her desperate for more. Well, damn, she needed constant nipple play. What could he do? Pierce her nipples as he intended to pierce her bellybutton? Use a clamp?
The fun of discovery had only begun. Clamping and piercing could wait. He sucked on her nipple until his cheeks hollowed and Morgan’s fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving a mark.
He gave her some relief by twirling his tongue swiftly over the erect nub. Her hands shifted, caressing up and down his shoulders to his back. Her touch was soft, always gentle. Using the tips of her nails, that weren’t overly long but well-manicured, she scratched.
Whether she knew it yet or not, she’d found his erogenous zone. Not one particular spot for him, but being scratched all over was a guaranteed turn-on. Seeming to sense what he liked, she kept scratching, honing in on his spinal column and running her nails up and down.
Freeing her breast, he went for the other, giving it the same erotic stimulation. More sighs escaped her throat.
“Ethan…please,” she murmured, no longer scratching, but pounding her fists against his shoulder blades.
“Please what, honey?”
“Make love to me.”
“I am.”
“Yes, but I want you to make love to me without the latex barrier. Your cock is right there, Ethan. I feel the veins, the girth and the length. I want it all.”
Whoa! Did she just say that? “Morgan, think about it. Once I stop wearing condoms, there’s no going back.”
He meant to say more, but she went very still, her arms staying around him. “Are you looking for an out? Wasn’t it you who asked me about children the night we first made love?”
“I didn’t mean to make you think that. I’m sorry. I’d meant to add that unless we’re
having anal sex or using a toy that’s better with a lubed condom, I’ll go bare more often than not.”
She relaxed then. “Thank God. I was afraid I’d scared you off. If it’s too soon to avoid condoms, then by all means, get one.”
“Even when we were young and stupid, Phalen drilled it into mine and Taran’s heads to use condoms. Haven’t ditched one yet, not for anyone would I do that except for you.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that if I take you without a condom, you’re mine, for better or for worse. I’ll never betray you or walk away, no matter what. I expect the same fidelity from you.”
“That could have been a marriage vow,” she said.
“That’s right.” It was still dark, but his eyes had adjusted enough that he could make her out. The covers kept them warm. “It’s your decision. Do I get a rubber or do we make love as we are?”
Morgan’s fingers glided down to the base of his spine. “As we are, please. I’ll never betray our love, Ethan.”
Ethan loved her all the more. Moving on top of her, he caused the covers to tighten briefly before moving around some and settling in place. Loving the closeness that the darkness provided, he lowered himself down until they kissed.
Her arms tightened around him. Her sighs grew stronger. Kissing her over and over, he shifted himself between her soft, warm thighs. Except for his cock, he’d barely touched her pussy, yet she was wetter than she’d ever been.
Love did that. Love made her need all the more sweet. It made his that much more powerful.
They moved in unison. Morgan’s thighs split a little wider. He pushed his hips forward. His cock head slid along her satiny-soft labia, the feel of her moisture coating him as he parted her lips was a potent aphrodisiac.
“Take me, lover,” she murmured.
It was all he needed to thrust into her as slowly as he could muster. Fuck, going bare was incredible. “Morgan, I’ve never felt anything more amazing than making love to you just like this.”
She kissed him this time, arching into him so that one last thrust had him driving deep into her. As tight as a vise and warm and soft as velvet, her pussy welcomed him home.
Just that, just the snug fit of being inside her set him ablaze. His balls drew taut to his body. If he wasn’t careful, all it’d take to come was a couple of thrusts.
“Slow down,” he warned. “This is too damn good.”
“You haven’t moved, dammit. Take me, please.”
Well, hell, he hadn’t. Staying still felt so fucking good, he never wanted to be separated from her tight little channel. “Who am I to disappoint my woman?”
Morgan chuckled, murmured something he couldn’t quite make out and lifted her hips to get him going. No sooner had she settled back on the bed than Ethan took over, taking her as she wanted, slow and gentle.
Every bit as erotic as their scene in the clubroom and kitchen, their lovemaking was at its purest and most elemental. Face-to-face, bodies joined, they were a man and a woman forging a bond that could never be broken.
To help bring her to climax, he tucked his hand between their bodies, seeking her clit. Gently, he caressed her, letting her grind against his hand as he thrust into her until the grip and spasm of her vaginal walls did him in, making him come as she did.
Prouder of her than he’d ever been, Ethan kissed her lips as the last drops of cum filled her. “Love you, love you,” he whispered between kisses.
“Right back at you, Detective,” she sighed, hugging him tight.
Eventually, he withdrew. Ethan didn’t have much choice. As much as he’d like to keep his cock locked inside of her, his penis had returned to its normal state. Traitorous bastard that it was, it wouldn’t be hard again for a while, reminding him that he’d broken the thirty-something barrier on his last birthday.
Shoving the covers down, he was glad the nightlights were soft to keep the light adjustment from being painful. Morgan blinked a few times, then stared at him.
“Thank you,” she said.
“For what?”
“For being you. You’re an amazing man, Ethan. It’s an honor to be your woman.”
“It’s an honor to be your man,” he assured. “Are you hungry? I could run downstairs and order Chinese or something. Or we could cook.”
She grinned softly. “Chinese is good, but how about we do stir-fry ourselves? There’s bound to be vegetarian food in Cassie’s pantry and plenty of veggies in the fridge because you went out yesterday to get some groceries.”
“Sounds good to me. I’m going to wash up in the bathroom and go downstairs. That okay or do you need me to help with anything?”
“Go on,” she said. “There are things a lady needs to take care of without her guy watching.”
“Gotcha, meet you in a few.” He kissed her and moved off the bed to walk over to his suitcase and grab a pair of jeans and a tee shirt before heading for the bathroom.
He hung his clothes from a hook on the back of the door, relieved himself and washed up at the sink, marveling at having to clean cum off his dick and groin. He’d done it plenty of times after tossing a condom. But this time most of his seed was still inside Morgan.
Unsuccessfully ignoring the fact that his dick was elongating, he turned the water to cold and doused himself. Afterward, he washed his hands and face, brushed his teeth, flossed and rinsed with mouthwash.
It never hurt to have fresh breath. He might not fuck Morgan until later tonight. But he sure as hell wanted to kiss her a lot.
Wiping up all around the sink, he tossed the hand towel in a nearby laundry basket and set a clean washcloth and towel on the counter for Morgan to use when she came in. Cleaned up and ready to leave, he jerked his jeans off the hook and pulled them on.
He kept his black tee shirt in hand as he opened the door.
Morgan had switched on a bedside lamp and was perched on the side of the bed. They looked at each other. She smiled sweetly. Ethan’s heart sped up.
If Taran knew how easily she’d managed to wrap him around her little finger, he’d laugh. Phalen wouldn’t. Not anymore. He got it. He knew how it felt to find the one person who was his equal and his biggest challenge.
Frankly, Ethan couldn’t wait until his sweet submissive tested his mettle. She would. It was part of her nature. The result would keep her flying for hours afterward.
“Everything all right, Ethan?” she asked, still waiting.
“Yeah,” he answered. “You’re beautiful, do you know that?”
“Thank you. But you’re biased. My hair’s got to be a mess, my makeup has to be long gone and I really need to pee.”
“Then by all means, get to the bathroom.” Ethan stepped to the side to let her rush toward the bathroom door.
Just before she got there, he put his arm out. “By the way, you’re beautiful no matter how tangled your hair is or what you have to do in the bathroom.”
She bowed her head submissively, her flushing as genuine as she was. “You really mean that.”
“Don’t ever doubt it, honey.” He dropped his arm to let her pass. She darted inside.
Ethan closed the door for her privacy. Pulling his tee shirt on, he headed to the kitchen. Two very impatient cats awaited him when he turned on the lights.
Their food dispenser wasn’t empty, but it was low enough that he decided to refill it. He washed out the automatic water dispenser and put fresh water into the canister.
Samson and Delilah were happier campers after that, each coming over to nibble at their food. As pretty as she was, Delilah was the sloppier eater. Samson was more deliberate in his choice of kibble flavors.
With the cats taken care of, he went over to the kitchen counter to grab his cellphone and check in with his partner. Sam had left a couple of voicemails and an email updating him on her search for Erica White.
It turned out that Erica had been declared missing a little over a year ago. After the fallout with the Bailey family, she’d left
New England, going into hiding for a couple months until she turned up in the Bronx, New York with her boyfriend.
Instead of resuming her psychic path, she’d gotten a job as a server in a dive of a bar in the Hell’s Kitchen area of Manhattan, took the subway to work one night and never came home.
Her boyfriend reported her missing the following morning. The cops investigated him initially, but quickly eliminated him as a suspect after his alibi checked out.
Sam was currently working with NYPD’s missing persons unit to look into a case that was so cold that icebergs had formed around it. There was simply nothing but a security camera video of Erica stepping onto the subway car. There was no evidence she’d ever gotten off at her stop.
Ethan had put his laptop on the kitchen table and sat down on a booth. He fired it up, tapped his PIN number into the system and began searching files Sam had sent along with the email.
He was typing when his cell vibrated from an incoming call. Seeing it was from the officer in charge of Morgan’s case, he grabbed it up answered. “Officer Barrett, Detective Maddox here,” he greeted.
“Evening, Detective. Quick update for you, we’ve a possible witness coming in tomorrow morning to give a statement.”
“Excellent,” Ethan said. “Tell me more.”
“The woman, who wishes to remain anonymous, stepped outside for a smoke break and remembered seeing a man walking around the parking lot and entering through the back entrance of Druid Creek Castle. He headed for the restrooms, then disappeared upstairs seconds before the fire alarms went off.”
“Fantastic, maybe she’ll be the break needed to catch the bastard,” Ethan said, grateful to the witness for coming forward.
“Let’s hope so. Alexander Grant also reported that one of his staff members found a cracked flashlight hidden behind a dumpster. A CSI unit’s been dispatched to collect and process it.”
“Thank you, Officer. Morgan and I appreciate the time and effort Danvers Police are applying to this situation.”
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