“Yes,” Morgan began. She looked like she was going to say something else, but Ann interrupted.
“Were you on a date?” she asked boldly.
“Ann!” Morgan seethed, glaring at her roommate.
Ren smiled. “Yes, it was a date. Past tense. I don’t think she liked me very well. I was having some trouble paying attention.” He looked at Morgan and shrugged. “I had my mind on other things.”
Morgan smiled and he felt himself aroused once again. He knew he needed to leave sooner rather than later. He glanced at Ann, wondering if she, perhaps, could be another candidate, but, while she was a beautiful girl, sitting next to Morgan, she looked plain.
“Morgan, I wanted to see if you wanted to spend some time together this week. I have a question for you based on our conversation from the other night.” He knew that he needed to do whatever it took to get Morgan to come back to Mador with him. The sooner the better. “Maybe you’re available tomorrow night?”
“Of course,” she said. Ann smiled triumphantly, but Ren had eyes only for Morgan. He leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“Good to see you, my dear,” he said, and he squeezed her knee. He felt her lean into him, and he knew that he had her, at least partially. He pulled away and walked back to his table. He dropped some cash on the table and grabbed his suit coat. He walked to the door, waving to Morgan and Ann on the way out.
Ren spent that night and all the next day planning out the conversation he needed to have with Morgan in order to convince her to come with him. To give up her life here on Earth. He tried out several different approaches, realizing that he hadn’t spent so much time trying to put together a persuasive argument since he’d convinced the Council that he should be able to travel to Earth.
He cleaned his penthouse and set the dining room table with two place settings and candles. He lit more candles in the bedroom and in the living room. He’d hired a professional chef to prepare the meal, and he’d picked up a rare bottle of Bordeaux he knew would go well with what the chef had planned.
When Billy brought Morgan up in the elevator and the doors opened, he stood, flowers in hand, waiting for her.
“Hi,” she said. “Wow, these are so pretty!” She took the roses and smelled them, smiling and flushing red in the way he knew she did when she was nervous.
“You look beautiful,” he said, and she did. Her hair glowed in the candlelight, and she wore an absolutely exquisite dress; a short navy, sleeveless dress covered in lace. It accentuated her breasts and her hips, and, when she stepped into the living room and he saw her from behind, it took everything in him to not kiss her immediately and drag her into the bedroom.
She seemed nervous tonight, for some reason, and he wondered if he’d overdone it.
“Lots of candles,” she said. “Very romantic.”
“I wanted to do better than pizza tonight,” he said honestly.
“Flowers, dinner, candles… you’re not going to propose or anything, are you?” She laughed as if she was telling a joke, and he laughed with her.
“That would be a little forward,” he said with a wink. “Though, who knows?” He could have bitten his tongue, at the look she gave him, when he said that. That look that meant: What on earth did that even mean? “I hired someone to cook dinner for us,” he said quickly, to move on. “It’s almost ready, but we have time for a cocktail beforehand. Come, sit.”
He led her to the couch and they sat next to each other. This time, after he poured her a glass of the Bordeaux, he leaned back and put his hand on her thigh.
“This is delicious,” she said. “Thank you for inviting me over. It was a little unexpected.”
“You were unexpected,” he said. “And that’s why I wanted to talk to you tonight. There are things I want you to know, things that will help you get to know me better.” And then, later tonight, he thought, I will have a proposition for you.
The chef began to bring dinner to the table, and Ren and Morgan finished off their first glass of wine. Ren poured a second as they sat down to the first course. Throughout the meal, Ren tried to keep the conversation light; they talked about classes, both his and hers, and they talked about some of Morgan’s classmates.
“Everyone thinks you’re the hottest professor to ever teach at Columbia,” Morgan said, her voice slightly slurring from her wine. Ren was pleased to notice she was enjoying her meal; she had worked her way through the first and second courses. The third course, the roast, had just been placed in front of them.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“I think the last few days have been too good to be true,” she said, and the look on her face said that she was being completely honest.
“I agree with you,” he said, squeezing her hand.
After dinner, they moved back to the couch. The chef finished the dishes and left for the night. Ren leaned over and, by the light of the candles on the table, began to kiss Morgan. He tasted wine on her lips and he leaned over her, sliding her beneath him on the couch. She moved willingly, reaching her arms around him and pulling him down on top of her.
“Morgan…” he began.
“Yes,” she said.
Chapter Eight: Morgan
Ren led Morgan to his bedroom, and, for not for the first time, she felt like she was in a dream. He had lit candles in there as well, and the glow of the flames danced on the walls and the ceiling. His bedroom was lush and dark, almost cave-like, and almost empty. In the center of the room, against the longest wall, was a king size bed so high off the ground there was a small stool beside it to get in. On either side of the bed were nightstands that contained only candles. Those were the only pieces of furniture in the room. Two doors on the far wall led to a bathroom and what Morgan assumed was a walk in closet larger than her apartment… though that was the last concern on her mind.
He led her to the center of the room and embraced her. She realized that, in his arms, she felt like she was coming home. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, the energy of his body strong and overwhelming, as he carried her to the bed. He set her down on the edge and stood between her legs. She smiled up at him tenderly. His hands went to her hair as he kissed her neck, and then slowly slid down her back and found the zipper of her dress. She heard the slow, steady sound of the zipper moving downward, and she felt a light breeze, on her back, as the two sides of her dress began to separate. She pulled him in and kissed him, moving her hands around to his ass. It was rock hard in her hands, and, as she drew him against herself, she could feel his cock, hard against her softness.
“Morgan,” he moaned, separating her lips with his tongue and pushing deeper into her mouth. She let him kiss her, more deeply than she thought she’d ever been kissed in her life, and she hungered for more. It was as though she couldn’t get close enough to him—but she was willing to try.
As Morgan lay back on the bed Ren gently pulled her dress forward, sliding it down her body and off her legs. She had intentionally worn her sexiest underwear tonight, not knowing if they would end up in this position or not. It was a dark red lace bra with matching red G-string; the color picked up the candlelight and seemed to almost pop from her body. He growled when he saw them, letting her know how much he appreciated what she had on. Morgan watched him looking at her as if he wanted to devour her, and she spread her legs wider, moving further back on the bed.
“Come here,” she whispered. As she leaned back on her elbows and flipped her hair so that it all fell over one shoulder, smiling; never having felt so sexy with any other guy, ever.
Never taking his eyes off of her, Ren quickly pulled off his shirt and jeans, and then crawled onto the bed and over her. He kissed her again, running his hands under her bra, squeezing her breasts. Morgan’s bra was a front clasp, and, as he massaged her breasts, the clasp came undone and her breasts spilled out as it fell to either side of her body.
“Well, that’s a fun little trick,” he said, smiling, his teeth catching the c
andlelight.
She laughed. “I paid extra for that feature,” she said, and she wiggled out of the bra, which he then tossed over his head. She heard it lightly hit the floor, and then her attention was drawn back to Ren as he started kissing her breasts, taking each into his mouth and sucking it, one at a time, as if he was tasting the most delicious thing he’d ever encountered. Her nipples were rock hard, sensitive and tingling, and each time he ran his tongue over one of them, a shudder moved through her body that raised her hips and forced her thighs wider apart. He took advantage of the space by settling himself between her legs, his cock hard, long and insistent against her thigh.
Still, Morgan saw, he was in no rush. When he was done focusing on her breasts, he continued to kiss down to her ribs trailing his tongue further down into her belly button. He kissed it, and then stuck his tongue into it, acting as if he was fucking her with his tongue. She groaned, her arousal almost to the breaking point, wanting nothing more in that moment than for his attention to continue moving south. She pushed lightly down on his shoulders, directing him where she wanted him, he looked up at her, a grin on his face.
“Pushy!” he scolded, and winked at her.
“You’re damn right,” she said. “I know what I want… that’s what you like about me.”
“You’re right on that one,” he said softly, and turned his gaze back to her body. “You’re incredibly soft.”
From any other man, Morgan would have been insulted. But, there was something about the way he said it, something about the way he admired her body that told her that he thought every cell in her body was a delicious entity that he wanted to explore. In that moment, she knew she would never let him go.
She moved her legs further apart, as far as they would go, and she welcomed his tongue as it grazed her pussy. He licked her inner thighs sending convulsive shivers through her, and then he slid his tongue between the folds of her labia. She gasped. His tongue was both hard and soft, thick and thin, ashes lapped up her juices, loudly groaning in pleasure. She matched his sounds with her own moaning; she knew that he was going to make her cum hard, probably harder than she ever had before.
And, as she had that thought, he took her clit into his mouth and he sucked it, pulling it and massaging it with his tongue and his lips at the same time. As her climax exploded through her body she saw a rainbow of colors in her eyes. She cried out and closed her legs against his head; she squeezed them as he continued to suck her clit until the waves began to subside and she grew sensitive. She pushed him back gently, letting him know that she needed a moment, and he complied. He was, it seemed, so in tune with her body that he’d expected it.
Ren moved up to lie side by side with her on the bed. Morgan rolled toward him and cuddled against his chest. They stayed like this, catching their breath, and, Morgan closed her eyes as she felt his heart beating against her cheek.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You taste like every star in the universe coming together as one,” he said back.
She smiled, exhilarated by the pulsing afterglow she felt. She wanted to pleasure him in the same, incredible way he had just pleasured her. She sat up then climbed on top of him, letting the tip of his cock lightly flirt with her pussy, which was still dripping from his attention. She teased him, sliding herself down onto his clockwork a moment, squeezing him, then backing off and releasing him, over and over, watching his face twist first with desire and then with need as she continued to tease.
“Please, Morgan, you’re…”
She smiled, and she dropped herself down on top of him fully, letting his cock slide into her all the way to his balls. She closed her eyes as she felt him slide deep inside her, filling and stretching her pussy to accommodate all of him. She began to move up and down, gliding along the full length of his cock. His eyes were locked on hers, as he put his hands on her hips, guiding her motion with his hands. She arched her back and put her hands do to steady herself, grinding into him, bringing him into her as deeply as she could, her knees wide on either side of him.
His breath quickened and he closed his eyes, each stroke of her hips pulling a groan out of him. His cock thick inside her, penetrating deep, her clit connecting with his pubic bone with each thrust, bringing her closer and closer to another climax.
Suddenly, his eyes shot open and he reached for her shoulders, pulling her down onto him, her breasts pressing against his chest. His hips pumping hard against her and his fingers digging into her ass, holding her until he came, a loud moan of pleasure surging out of him at his climax. As he exploded into her, she felt the familiar warmth of her own orgasm washing over her once again, and she cried out. He continued thrusting and she let him take control until he finished; she rode out her own orgasm to its last, final gasp. He relaxed his hands and she slowly moved to lay beside him once again.
“You’re incredible,” he said, rolling toward her. “You really are absolutely amazing.”
“I want to be with you forever,” she said, realizing that saying it out loud didn’t frighten her, it actually convinced her even more that it was the right thing to say. Gone were any fears that she might say the wrong thing, move too fast, move too slow, misjudge his thoughts, misjudge his words, all of the things that she had worried about in past relationships seemed completely unreal.
“Do you mean that?” he asked. He shifted so he was looking directly into her eyes.
“I do,” she admitted. “I’m sorry if that makes me sound like a lunatic; I swear I’m not insane. I just mean, that… you know… this is nice.” She felt like she was back-pedaling and willed herself to stay strong, to stay in the moment.
“I need to tell you some things,” he said slowly. “And then, I have a question for you.”
“Okay,” she said, and she listened, as her life changed forever.
Chapter Nine: Ren
When the ship landed, Ren looked nervously over to Morgan. Ever since she had agreed to travel to Mador with him, he’d been worried that she would change her mind. Even now, he could hardly believe she was sitting beside him on the ship that had taken them from Earth to Mador. He worried constantly that she would want to go back. Would hate him, turn against him, especially once they landed. He tried to see his planet through her eyes, afraid that she wouldn’t see the beauty of Mador when she compared it to her own planet.
“We’re here,” he said, to both himself and her. His body hummed with tension and anxiety. He was about to step off the ship with a woman. A human woman. One of a kind.
“It’s okay, honey,” Morgan said. She squeezed his hand. “I’m okay.” The trip had taken nearly an Earth year, and, over that time, Morgan had told Ren, over and over again, that she loved him, that she was excited for her life with him on Mador. “So that’s where your last name came from?” she’d laughed when he told her.
The doors opened and Ren took a deep breath, squeezed Morgan’s hand, and stepped out onto the landing platform.
A crowd had gathered to welcome back the Minister of Procreation and Reproduction, and, of course, Leif was there, front and center, waving. Ren smiled, gesturing to Morgan when a thunderous applause started. Morgan looked at Ren and he saw some hesitation in her eyes.
“It’s okay,” he said. “It’s more about me than you,” though, of course, that wasn’t true.
They walked down the platform and Leif stepped forward. Ren felt a surge of love move through him as he saw his lifelong friend and confidant. Men aged incredibly slow on Mador, and Leif looked very much the same as he had when Ren left. Ren only hoped that they would be able to pick up where they had left off.
“Brother,” he greeted, kissing Ren on each of his cheeks. “It’s good to have you home.”
“Better to be here, Brother,” Ren said. “I’ve missed you.”
“Morgan,” Leif said, turning his attention to her. “It’s a pleasure.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it. Ren beamed at what he thought he would never see: his best friend
meeting a woman that he had declared his love to, forever.
“You’re Leif,” she said. “Ren has told me a lot about you. He treasures your friendship.”
“And I, his,” Leif said. “You’ll come for dinner tonight.”
And they had. Ren had eaten his fill of food he hadn’t tasted in two years, and, because he was with Leif and trusted him implicitly, he enjoyed a few moments of relief from worrying about how Morgan would feel. Leif was charismatic and often the center of attention; Ren could tell that he had captivated Morgan almost from the start.
“There is news, Brother,” Leif said when his helper had cleared the dishes. “News that is both good and bad.”
“Tell me,” Ren had said, then corrected himself. “Tell us.”
“The Governor has passed,” Leif said. His voice was soft, and he said nothing more by way of explanation.
“No,” Ren whispered.
“It’s true,” Leif said. “And there is talk…”
“No!” Ren said. Morgan looked startled and gazed at him. “I can’t, not yet.”
Leif looked at Morgan. “Your future husband is about to be named Governor of Mador. It is the top leadership position on our planet.”
Morgan looked at Ren and grinned. “Honey, that’s amazing news! Isn’t it? I mean…” Her smile faltered as she looked at the bewildered look on Ren’s face. “What’s wrong?”
“Ren has never felt he deserved such an honor,” Leif explained. “He has spent his entire life trying to feel worthy of an honor that is his birthright.”
Ren shook his head. “It’s too soon. But… if I am called upon, I will be ready.”
The next morning, he left Morgan to get settled in his—now their—home. He’d hesitated at leaving, but she had encouraged him to go.
“I want to get settled. Every woman needs some alone time, right?”
He’d heard her voice falter when she said the word ‘woman,’ and he’d sighed and touched her cheek. The night that he had asked her to join him on Mador, he had explained everything in a conversation that had taken the entire night. He’d explained the lack of women and how it left them vulnerable and open to attack. She had understood every word of his explanation and eagerly agreed to accompany him, something that he still couldn’t believe.
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