She looked back at her cup, wishing she had kept her mouth shut. She should have just used her womanly ways to entice him, but no, she had to use honesty. She waited for the inevitable laughter. But Finlay didn't laugh.
“Morgan, look at me.” He waited for her eyes to meet his. Then, after a few seconds of thought, he continued. “What I want is for ye to enjoy yerself. If at anytime ye want to be with me, then let me know. If ye need time, I'll wait.” The sincerity that she saw in his eyes made her heart skip a beat.
Oh, I want to. I would ride that lap like a rabid raccoon after two pots of coffee!
His words and her thoughts were enough to bring a very wide smile to the pretty girl's face. “Thank you. But..uh..I don't think there will be much of a wait.” She kept her eyes on his, even when she felt the blood rise to her cheeks.
For the first time since they met, Finlay was at a loss. He wasn't sure if she were just playing her part, or if she meant it. It would be fine if she didn't, that's something that money can't buy. But he smiled inwardly at knowing he would have his answer soon enough, because there was one thing that a woman can't fake; passion.
Oh, that smile. It started to spread across his lips, and Morgan's breath nearly caught as she watched him lower his head slightly and saw him...blushing! Oh, that was too much. The guy was perfectly delicious, and started to warm, no heat, to the idea of being with him.
She got up, and motioned for him to follow her with her finger. “Let's go.” He gave her a comically wary look, then followed the brazen blonde.
She guided him around the house, and to the front yard. As she walked, she stepped out of her shoes and kicked them to the side. Behind her, Finlay laughed, and picked them up along the way. She stopped at the fountain in front of his house. “Fin, will you take my clothes off of me?” She stood before him, her slight heavy breathing caused her large chest to raise and lower in a way that drew his eyes right to it.
He looked calm, but his voice was barely above a whisper when he answered, “aye.” He dropped her shoes where he stood.
He stepped closer, feeling huge next to the woman who stood in her bare feet before him. He slowly put his hands at her waist, and took hold of her sweater. Before he pulled it up, she leaned forward and kissed him. It was just a simple press of her lips against his, but she held them in place for several seconds, neither of them moved. She was intoxicating, and he needed more.
When she pulled back, he removed her sweater, then unhooked her pretty push up bra. He exhaled loudly when he saw her, and his body reacted. “You'll drive me mad, lass.” He put his big hands over her breasts, and squeezed gently. It felt nice, but her nipples hardened and all she wanted was for him to give them attention, a lot of attention.
“Fin, put your mouth on me,” she looked into his eyes, the sexual arousal was evident in their intensity. “Please.” She reached up and put her small hands at his neck, and pulled him down to her chest. He didn't need the added help, but it turned him on even more to have it.
His lips came down on her nipple, and he opened his mouth wider to take in more of her. His tongue flicked gently over her hardness, and he grew harder when he heard her small moans of pleasure. He wanted to know more, to know what she liked and what she loved. He sucked harder, and the small moans continued. He flicked his tongue quickly over her nipple, and she sighed in sexual pleasure. Then he brought his teeth down lightly, and gently bit down on her pink needy part. She grabbed his hair from behind, and her body tightened as she tried to pull him against her.
Ah, she likes teeth.
His cock throbbed with want, as he continued to scrape his white teeth against her. She moaned loudly, oblivious to all around her except for him.
She wanted him inside of her. All it took was him to use his teeth, and her body was ready for him. She squeezed her legs together hard to tame the pulsing. “Take my pants off, Fin.” Her breathy plea brought his hands to her jeans, and he had them unbuttoned and off of her before she could ask again. “Those too.....please.” Her panties were then shed, and thrown on top of her shoes beside the fountain.
Naked, she wrapped her arms around his thick neck, and pushed her body against his, feeling his very large excitement that was just for her. Morgan dropped to her knees, and unbuttoned his pants, then pulled them down. No underwear. His large cock bobbed in front of her face, and she immediately took it in her hand and squeezed gently. His skin felt like silk, and the hardness under that was exactly what she wanted.
Finlay looked down at her, and took his shirt off. The sight of the beautiful girl on her knees, holding his cock in her sweet hands, was almost too much to bear. He wanted everything from her, her touch, her kiss, all of her. He kept watching her as she stroked his hardness slowly, her hand moving up and down in no particular rhythm. She stared at his cock as she touched him, loving how it moved on its own under her hand.
“Morgan, I'll come if ye keep doing that.” The combination of her touch and her fascination with looking at him, was all he could take at the moment.
Morgan smiled sensually, and stood up. What she did next was completely unexpected. She walked to the fountain, and stepped in. She stood in the cold water that reached her mid calf, and motioned again for him to follow. He hesitated, Finlay could think of several other places to enter her besides the frigid water.
She stood in the center of the fountain, like a goddess that had just risen from the sea. Her blonde hair blowing in the slight cool breeze, her nipples hard and filled with the passion that he had put there. She was beautiful, oh so beautiful, and he could no longer resist her request. He stepped forward, then into the fountain with her.
As soon as he was in the water, Morgan turned around and leaned across the leg of the statue that would offer her support. She raised her ass in the air, and Finlay stared at the perfect round temptation, thinking he had never seen a nicer ass in his life. He took the half a step to her backside, and ran his hand down both sides of her hips, and across her soft cheeks.
“Ah, you've a beautiful arse.” He spoke to her as he reached forward and ran his finger along her swollen lips. He dipped inside of her, and a husky groan left his lips at how wet the wanton woman was. Morgan moaned, and pushed her body back against his hand, her body begging for more. He added another large finger, and pushed them inside of her harder than before, then withdrew, and thrust inside her again.
Morgan writhed against his hand, and she arched her back to force a deeper penetration. Oh my god! Move your finger up and I'll come right now! She wiggled her body to move her throbbing bud to his hand, but he kept moving in and out of her with his fingers, and driving her wild.
“Fin! Please!” She pushed back again, trying to force one touch, one sweet touch.
Finlay couldn't wait any longer, he would spill his seed in his own fountain if he didn't have her right then. He withdrew his hand, then wrapped his wet fingers around his base. He moved it slightly up and down her soaked opening, then slid inside of her slowly.
Morgan didn't want slow, she wanted to come. And she wanted him to as well. She pushed back hard, and raised her ass as far as she could. She rocked against him, and her moans grew deeper and louder with each thrust. His large arm reached around to the front, and the sweet touch of his thumb against her hardened need was welcomed with a loud moan. He pushed inside of her, hard again, then he moved in short fast thrusts until she nearly screamed as the boiling passion exploded through her body. Hearing her, watching her, feeling her; he released with her, holding on to her hips tightly as the pulsing eruption escaped his body.
Chapter Four
Brrrrrrrr. Morgan's teeth chattered, and she wrapped her arms around his bare chest as she stepped a leg out of the fountain. The girl's legs still trembled ever-so-slightly, and her light-headed state made her an easy target for another accident.
“Easy, lass, don't fall,” Finlay reached out his hand to her and helped her get her other leg over the edge o
f the marble fountain. Once she was safely on the grass, the broad man wrapped his arms around the shivering girl, acting as a barrier to the brisk wind.
His chest was warm, and offered Morgan a great sense of comfort. She wrapped her arms around him and Finlay laid his head gently on hers. Her smile tickled his chest and he squeezed her harder. In that moment, everything felt perfect. I don't want to let you go, Morgan thought, but dared not say aloud.
For a moment, Morgan wished she was a different person, or in a different place, or another job. Anything that would have helped her though the inner turmoil she was facing. She wished she had met Finlay under different circumstances. Circumstances that would have made him want to be with her, and not just with her; she could offer him all of the companionship he could ever hope for!
Why can't I ever find a man like you?
But maybe, if she had just met him somehow else, it wouldn't have turned out the same. For the time, she was just going to enjoy his company while she could. She pressed her lips softly to his chest, and in return, he kissed her forehead, lingering there for a moment before his arms loosened around the cold girl.
He didn't want to let her go either. Finlay knew he wouldn't have had a problem standing in his front yard butt ass naked until the sun went down, as long as he could hold her. But her hard nipples against his chest reminded him that the tiny-framed woman must be freezing.
“Awrite hen, you get yer sexy arse in the house and I'll be in te run ye a hot bath,” Finlay squeezed her tight again before releasing her from his arms. She looked up at him and the smile she wore was almost too much. Oh, she was certainly different from the other women, and he felt more than a general fondness when he looked at her.
Cannae get involved, Finlay. Fookin Christ, she's beautiful. Finlay only returned a smile back to her and as she turned to walk away, he gave her round ass a firm, playful, swat, urging her inside.
Once in the warm home, Morgan nearly ran though the open halls with glee. He was perfect, too perfect. A bubble-bath? No man had ever ran a bath for her! She ran up the stairs, two at a time, to the master bedroom where Finlay had placed her bags. What would she wear? Were they going anywhere? Would he want to do it again?
Robe. That's the cure all. Morgan grabbed her fluffy robe and wrapped it around her body. Around the corner, she heard the sound of pouring water and knew Finlay must have already made it up the stairs as well.
Oh, I think I like him. Morgan bit her lip as she leaned against the bathroom door and watched the dark haired man pour a creamy white liquid into the tub. In seconds, the water was hidden by a sea of white foam. He swished his hand around in the water, testing the temperature, then shook his large hand, ridding it of any droplets.
Morgan remained quiet as she watched him by the entrance of the largest bathroom she had ever seen. He shut off the tap and walked over to a large closet, returning to the tub with a dozen tea candles and set them along the rim. Carefully, he lit each one, then as a final touch, he walked over to the large window and pulled the shutters closed and drew the curtains shut. The bathroom was illuminated with the slow light of the candles, giving the brawny man a seductive glow that made Morgan bite her lip even harder as she resisted the temptation to seduce him into round two.
“Morgan?” Finlay shouted out.
“Right here, Fin,” Morgan softly spoke from her spot.
“Oh, you've been there whole this time, then?” he asked her.
“Aye,” she replied in her best Scottish voice, grateful he could not see her blush under the dim light.
Finlay walked up to her and slowly pushed the robe from her shoulder's and turned her around so he could pull it from her arms. He pushed her long hair to the side and kissed her neck, up to her ear. “In the tub with ye then,” he whispered. His deep voice vibrated against her skin and her nipples instantly hardened; she wanted more, and wondered if she would ever get enough. No, I don't think I could.
She stepped away from his grasp before they both ended up in a tangled pretzel right there on the bathroom floor and walked over to the tub. With a last glance over her shoulder, she stepped into the water and sank into the blanket of foam. When she looked back to the door, Finlay was gone.
“What am I going to do? Don't get attached, that's what she told me. Don't get attached. Business. This is a job, and I will treat it as such!” Morgan tried to convince herself. The girl sank deeper into the tub until the water was right beneath her lips.
No, I'm not attached, I'm just fine. He's hot, and yeah, he treats me nice. So, that's it? A guy doesn't treat me like a whore, even though I am, and bam! I like him? Slow down, girl, slow it down.
Morgan deliberated in her mind, reminding herself that she knew nothing of the man. She made a mental checklist in her mind. All she could come up with was, he's hot, successful, and held doors open for her. Not to mention how his tongue and hands felt all over her body. No, those aren't feelings, she reassured herself. That's just lust. Knock it off..
She watched the steam dance its way through the holes her knees had caused in the bubbles and decided she needed to call Julianne. Maybe she would offer some advice. “She probably thinks I'm dead,” Morgan joked as she rose from the tub to retrieve her phone.
Once back in hot relief, Morgan pressed the green button on her phone and waited for it to connect to Julianne's.
“Ah, dear, you're alive!” Julianne's first response echoed loudly through the bathroom. Morgan decided speaker phone probably wasn't the best idea and grabbed her phone from the side of the tub, before Finlay could hear.
Morgan pressed the speaker button again to end it and with a low voice, she replied with a knowing smile, “yes, I'm alive, and I am so, so, so sorry about last night, Julianne!”
“Don't worry, Morgan, you're young. I would have done the same at your age,” the older woman reassured her. “So tell me, how are things with a Mr. Campbell?”
The sound of his name brought a new smile to her face. “Oh, he's amazing!” Amazing? Dammit, what am I saying? Amazing? No, a pair of high heels marked down eighty-percent is amazing.
Morgan shook her head into the empty room, why did she always say the wrong things? Not, “It's going well”, or “he's a gentleman” or even, “having a great time”. No, she threw out an 'amazing' in reference to 'he'. So much for her self pep talk.
“Now, Morgan, what you need to know,” Julianne began. Here it comes. “Is that all of these men will be amazing.”
The girl sank further into the tub, hoping she could hide. I went and did it now.
“And what I'm going to tell you, is that it's okay to feel that way,” Julianne finished.
What? That caught Morgan off guard. “I thought it was just...” she whispered into the phone.
“Morgan, my dear, your job is to make them happy. But if you have feelings along the way, that's okay! I can't even tell you how many times I have fallen in love, child!”
For the first time since arriving, Morgan wondered if she was capable. Not capable of doing her job, that was easy. The problem would be keeping herself off of him....but not capable of detachment. Could she be with a guy for one or two weeks and just leave? Wouldn't that hurt?
Morgan worked her bottom lip, trying to make sense of it all. “Is it easy, Julianne? Having feelings for someone, then moving on?” She knew the answer, but at the moment, Julianne was her only source of girl friendship, and girl talk was just what Morgan needed.
“Yes and no. You see, there will be times that you'll grow close to a man. Especially if you enjoy what you do, and I believe you do.” Morgan's face reddened at the true statement. “But you'll learn over time to detach yourself, protect your feelings, and it'll get easier as you go along. So, just know that with every bump in the road, you'll learn how to avoid them in the future. For now, enjoy that hunk of a man, and call me next week.”
Morgan sighed, then muttered a confused farewell, “bye, Julianne.” She drop
ped her phone beside the tub, and leaned back against the tub's head rest.
She closed her eyes, and came to terms with the facts. So, I'll have to be a pretty robot who feels nothing. Which means I'll probably not enjoy a man's touch as much as I do now. Or, I can be more of myself, and get my heart broken repeatedly. Nice.
She was still relaxing, and in deep thought, when Finlay came back into the bathroom. “Sit up, let me wash ye.” He sat beside the tub as Morgan sat up and smiled at the handsome man. He looked like a model between shoots with his long black robe and matching slippers. God, the man even makes slippers look hot. All thoughts of how to protect her heart were washed away when he poured scented liquid soap across her back.
“Mhmmm....that's nice.” She closed her eyes again and relaxed against the strong hand that rubbed the foaming liquid in circles over her skin. She especially enjoyed the fact that he hadn't bothered to use a washcloth.
She moved her hair to the side, and dropped her forehead toward her chest as his hand moved up to the back of her neck. He squeezed it gently, easing the tension that she still felt from her poor sleeping position on the plane. Morgan put her head back up, and looked at Finlay as his hand moved to her arm, then the other one. She felt like a princess. A wanton princess.
He squeezed more soap into his hand, and brought it down to her chest. She leaned back into the tub, and closed her eyes again as she rubbed the bubbling liquid across her breasts. The moan that left her lips was exactly what he had waited for. Her sounds of pleasure was the springboard to his heated arousal, and he moved his slippery hand across her nipples. She turned her head to the side, and pushed her chest toward his hand, the breathy sigh that she gave him was just as effective as any other sound that he enjoyed from her.
God, she was beautiful That thought played over and over in his mind as he twirled his finger around her peak. As she pushed her chest up again, he drew small handfuls of water over her breasts to clear the soap away. Then he leaned down, and slowly put his teeth around her pink bud, pulling gently as his teeth scraped her most sensitive spot.
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