Honey felt secure and comfortable in Morgan’s warm embrace. But it felt too platonic. The past few nights had been entirely too stressful, and she was more than happy he had been with her to help her cope. But now that everything had calmed down and they were watching TV, it was…well…too calm. He was being a perfect gentleman. Not a stray touch, not a lean too close. The only reason his arm wrapped around her shoulder now was because she had placed it there.

The movie did not engage her mentally-exhausted mind. This was not what she wanted to be doing. She absentmindedly played with her new pendant. “I’m gonna go to bed.” She pushed up off the couch. “Can you stay? I feel safer with you here.”

“Of course.”

She heard him shift on the couch, ready for a long-term lounge. Honey closed the bedroom door behind her. She looked at her bed, then she glared at the door. Yes, she felt safer with Morgan here, but he wasn’t in here with her. He sat out there on the couch. She opened the door “Morgan? Do you like me?”

He pivoted his head to look at her “Yes, Honey, I do like you.”

She pulled her shirt off over her head, revealing the lacy red bra she had been wearing just for him. Last night it had been a blue set. She wasn’t going to let another night go by without her sexy underwear serving its purpose. She really didn’t want her bikini wax to go to waste either. “Then what are you doing on the couch?” She turned and took three steps into her room and turned to the door. She heard a thump and a step then Morgan filled the door.

She looked at him. His expression was unreadable. His eyes appeared to glow amber. The nerves vibrated in her lower abdomen then spread across her skin giving her a brief flutter of excitement.

Morgan took one long stride then wrapped her in his arms. His mouth claimed hers in a possessive kiss. His arms crushed her against his chest. She shifted her arms so that she could wind them around him. With one hand on the back of her neck, he slid the other to cup her butt. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him. Honey wound her arms around Morgan’s head, consuming his kisses and hungrily pressing against him.

He backed up and sat on the edge of the bed. Honey molded herself around him, but she could feel his balance was off. She broke the kiss and stood up, her eyes locked with his. He lightly stroked his fingertips across the swell of her breasts. His fingers were rough from labor and so hot her skin felt as if he lit her on fire. She dropped her jeans exposing matching red panties with lace panels and straddled his lap. Morgan drew in his breath with an appreciative hiss. He folded her into his embrace and gathered her to him. His lips sought her out. He unhooked her bra and she pulled it off without breaking their kiss. With one hand on her back, the other found her bare breasts. His fingers instantly going to a nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Honey lifted on her knees and rocked her hips as Morgan tugged on her nipple and sucked on her tongue. His lips left hers and he scraped his teeth along her chin. He trailed kisses down her neck and along her collarbone. His mouth found her breast. He kissed and licked and teased her flesh.

Honey let out a groan of satisfaction. This is what she had been longing for ever since she had fallen for him, ever since that kiss. Morgan scooped a hand between her and the thin fabric of her panties, caressing her ass. His hand moved and he ran fingers over the thin fabric covering her sex. She inhaled sharply. His thumb drew circles around her sensitive peak. Honey grasped his shoulders for support and rocked against his hand. He continued to tease her breasts with his tongue. Moving the thin fabric to the side, his fingers caressed her entrance, already wet with desire. She moaned with longing as he slowly slid two long fingers into her. She lifted slightly on her knees before sinking down onto his hand. She grabbed his hair tilting his head back so she could find his mouth with hers.

Morgan pumped with his fingers, and Honey ground her hips in time to his rhythmic massage. She sucked on his tongue, trying to take as much of him into her as she could. Honey felt on fire. Morgan’s touch burned, it was so hot, but she wanted more, she needed him touching her. Her soft moans began coming in rhythmic gasps as she reached her climax. She clamped down on Morgan’s fingers with internal convulsions. She slowed her thrusts as her internal muscles took over, all thought beyond getting Morgan inside of her gone.

Agonizingly slow, with Honey vibrating with erotic shivers, Morgan slid his fingers from her. She rolled to the side so she lay on the bed. She pulled the sex-soaked panties off, flinging them away from her.

Honey pushed herself back and away from the edge of the bed, so that her head rested against the pillows against the wall. She panted. She needed more. She needed Morgan inside of her. “I need you.” Her voice was husky with want and need.

He stood. In hurried motions, he kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his shirt simultaneously.

In one fluid sweep, he removed his jeans and shorts.

Honey was breathless with desire. Seeing Morgan aroused for the first time was as thrilling as his kisses. His arms bulged with muscle. His chest was broad, pectoral muscles visible under a covering of curling, black, chest hair—hair that tapered down below his navel to spread thick again around his manhood. His narrow waist rippled with perfectly defined abs. His legs were long, and his thighs thick and strong. Honey took it all in savoring his erection last. Like him, it was long and appeared strong, as if it too bulged with muscle.

And it was trained on her like a homing arrow.

Morgan searched his jeans pockets. He pulled out a single foil square from his wallet.

“Fuck!”

“That’s the point, Morgan. I need you to fuck me. Now.”

He looked up at her, “I only have one condom.”

She practically cried with need. “Well, hurry up and put it on. We can get more later.”

Morgan rolled the condom down his length then crawled on the bed towards her.

Honey grabbed at him. He couldn’t come close fast enough.

When he was above her, she wrapped her legs around his back pulling her hips up to his. His tip teased her folds, swollen with need. Without any more preamble, Morgan drove into her. Honey gasped loudly and joyously. Her frenzied need of him pushed him to the edge of his control. Morgan consciously slowed his rhythm. Purposefully stopping to focus on her breasts again, sucking and laving her nipples.

Morgan slowly pushed into her and held his hips against her. Honey frantic with need continued to rock against him. “Why did you stop?” she panted.

“One condom,” he said, pushing up on his arms to gaze down at her. She ran her hands down his chest and stomach to where they were joined. She toyed with the curling hairs about his shaft. Slowly, he pulled back. She stroked the sides of his thick anatomy as he unsheathed partially. Morgan growled deep in his throat. “Want to make this last. That’s not going to happen if you do that.”

Honey smiled wickedly at him then moved her fingers back up his chest. Morgan drove back into her and began sliding in and out with a slow tantalizing rhythm.

Honey gave up trying to focus and grabbed his arms as she came around him again. Her spasms were too much for Morgan to handle. His hips moved faster, replacing the slow pace with a hurried pounding. His own orgasm burst forth. Together they moaned in ecstatic bliss.

After a few moments to catch his breath, Morgan rolled onto his back, bringing Honey with him so she lay across his chest.

She traced her fingers across his strong jaw and teased his lips.

“What took you so long to come to me?”

“What do you mean?” He stroked his fingers up and down her spine.

“You’ve spent the last two night holding me and sleeping on my couch without making one single move, barely even a hug.”

“I didn’t want to take advantage of you. You needed compassion, not passion.”

“And tonight?”

“I was clearly being a fool. I am so glad you set me straight.” He wrapped a curl of her hair around his finger. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.”

“I’m so glad you got the hint.”

Morgan gathered her close for a kiss. It was gentle and giving, not like the all-consuming kisses they’d shared during their lovemaking.

Honey, spent, laid her head against Morgan. She felt the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing calmed. Comfort and contentment lulled Honey to sleep.

* * *

Morgan sat on the edge of the bed, his jeans were around his waist but not yet buttoned. He bent over to tie his work boots. Honey groggily draped across his back. “You aren’t leaving, are you? I thought you said you could stay.” There was a touch of hurt in her voice.

Morgan picked up her hand and kissed her palm before turning to face her. He brushed the hair from her face “Condoms. I’m going out for condoms. Now that I’ve had you, I need more.” He leaned down and claimed her mouth. The kiss was full of need and desire.

“There’s a 7-11 on Lighthouse. My keys are on the hook. Don’t keep me waiting.” she sighed, “You’ve given me ideas.”

Morgan leaned in for another prolonged kiss then left.

* * *

Honey wanted to throw the alarm clock across the room when it startled them awake the next morning, but she couldn’t reach it to smash it into silence. Morgan blindly hit at the clock until the annoying jangling stopped. She and Morgan had gotten very little sleep the night before. She started to roll out of bed. Morgan threw a strong arm over her and dragged her back against his chest. He began nuzzling her neck. “Where do you think you are going?”

“You know—work. I have to open.” She squirmed trying to escape his hold.

“Keep moving like that and you won’t be going anywhere for a while.”

Honey pushed her hips back and ground her ass into Morgan’s leg. “Promise?”

Morgan flipped her over and found her mouth with his. His tongue plunged between her lips, seeking to bury as much of him in her as he could. He knocked the alarm clock off the bedside table in his blind search for a foil pack.

“Damn.” He broke the kiss and leaned over the side of the bed. The paperboard box of condoms had been shredded in last night’s hurry to access the contents. Foil wrappers were strewn everywhere. Some were open, others had been tossed aside for not opening fast enough. Morgan found one, ripped it open with his teeth. In one swift motion, he sheathed himself then buried his cock to its hilt in Honey. She gasped with the suddenness of it but physically was more than ready to accept him.

Once Morgan started touching Honey, she felt like a drug addict craving her next fix. She had to have all of him at once. An entire night of Morgan and she still felt frantic with first-time need. Honey rocked against Morgan as he pounded into her. This morning wasn’t about touching and exploring so much as confirming they needed each other. Morgan’s orgasm seized his actions first. He stopped buried deep within Honey. She continued to pump against him as he held against her. Her orgasm followed shortly thereafter, clenching down on Morgan and making her head spin.

“Oh, wow. I am not going to be able to function today.” Honey rolled out of bed. Morgan collapsed across the space she abandoned. He groaned.

“Don’t you have to go to work?”

“Yeah, but they don’t expect me until later.” Morgan made himself comfortable against the pillows.

Honey squinted in mock anger at him “Bastard.” Morgan grinned, exposing all of his perfect white teeth. They gleamed against his tanned face.

“You can stay, but you’re buying me lunch later.”

Her legs wobbled under her as she made her way to the shower.

* * *

“Honey! Honey, Did you hear me? You have a call. Someone wants to ask about gallery space.”

Honey blinked. Joyce’s friendly face swam into view.

“Oh, right, phone. Thanks.”

Honey couldn’t focus. Her mind kept wandering back to the hours of bliss she’d spent in Morgan’s arms the night before.

She hung up the phone then stared at it. She had no idea what she had just agreed to. Someone wanted to show her their work, hoping for a gallery showing. Honey couldn’t remember the artist’s name or even when she said she could meet them. She shook her head. They would show up when they showed up. She would have to wing it.

“Where is your head today, kiddo?” Joyce asked.

“In heaven,” Honey’s ability to focus only lasted seconds before her eyes hazed out of focus, and she began sighing contentedly to herself.

“Oh, yeah? Heaven? Heaven’s name wouldn’t happen to be Morgan, would it?” Joyce asked.

“Yes, it would.”

“I’m glad things are going well for you. I take it he is as skilled as he is good-looking.” Joyce chuckled

“A lady never kisses and tells.” Honey chided, her fingers wrapped around her pendant, the pendant Morgan had given her.

“You aren’t a lady, and your blush tells all. It’s okay. It’s kind of cute. You are so smitten.” The bell over the door chimed. Joyce turned to see Morgan walk in. She turned back to see Honey, her eyes shining as she gazed at him. “You can’t hear me anyway. Just don’t make me hose you two down.”

Honey turned her attention back to Joyce, “Excuse me?”

“Go take a break! Geez.” Joyce had been right. As soon as Honey saw Morgan, she couldn’t hear the world around her.

“Thanks!” Honey ripped off her apron, slipped her hand into Morgan’s, and was out the door before Joyce could respond.

“How’s work today?” Morgan asked.

Honey noticed he hadn’t dressed in work clothes today. “You have made me stupid. I can’t think straight. All I can think about is you.”

Morgan stopped and pulled Honey into his embrace and off the sidewalk. “All I can think about is you too and kissing you again.”

His lips softly slanted against hers. A sweet kiss, tentative, tasting. Honey responded, opening her mouth, slipping her tongue between his lips. The kiss deepened, and they were lost in their embrace.

Morgan broke the kiss and looked into Honey’s green eyes. He was lost, and he knew it. His heart pounded in his chest. . He wanted to possess her completely now that he had claimed her, yet he knew he had to proceed carefully so not to frighten her off. Too overbearing and Honey could interpret his actions as the opening gambit of an abuser. Yes, he wanted Honey all to himself but never at the expense of her mental wellbeing.

Morgan stroked her cheek with his thumb.

He would have to find an apartment around here so he could continue to woo her properly. The Air Stream was not adequate nor appropriate for the job. Besides it wasn’t finished, and the couch was godawful uncomfortable. Honey deserved a better bed for when she would stay with him.

“What are you thinking?” Honey asked.

“I was thinking how beautiful you are.” Morgan’s voice was soft as he continued to stare at her.

“As much as I want to stay right here just like this, I only have thirty minutes, and my fat ass needs food.” Her words indicated the need to move, but she didn’t. She stood with her arms wrapped around his waist, staring back into his eyes.

Morgan stepped back, slipping his hand from her back around her shoulder so they could begin walking.

“What are we eating?”

“Hamburger and fries. I don’t have the wherewithal to juggle tourist crowds.” Honey turned them so they began walking in the opposite direction. “There’s a fast food place a few blocks up the hill.”

Morgan nodded. “I’m familiar with it. I didn’t think you liked fast food.”

Honey laughed. “It’s not my favorite date food. But yeah, I do actually eat fast food on purpose, just not all the time, I have to keep my fat ass in check.”

Morgan stopped walking. A look of concern crossed his brow. “Why do you say that?”

“Say what?” Honey turned to look at him.

“Fat ass. You don’t have one. As a matter of fact, you barely have any body fat other than those.” Morgan stared greedily at her breasts. “You are built like an underwear model. You realize that, right?”

Honey sighed. “I should be built like an underwear model. I was one.” She began walking again, dragging Morgan along by his hand. “You already know more about me. I don’t want to scare you off, but it looks like you are going to learn even more.”

“I want to learn all about you, Honey. If you’re not comfortable, I’ll understand, but…” he paused.

“No, no secrets, Morgan. My ass is fat—” She sighed. “—in comparison to what it was at the height of my modeling career. I am huge. In comparison.” Honey emphasized the last words. “I have an eating disorder, but I’m actually a good healthy weight now. My doctors have said so. But I didn’t use to be. Uhm, I have severe body dysmorphia issues.”

“Dysmorphia?”

“Yeah. I don’t see what other people see. I’m mostly better, but from time to time I slip.”

Honey stepped up to the counter and ordered a double hamburger, fries, and a large soda. She stepped aside to allow Morgan to order. He ordered twice as much food as she had, then paid.

She slid into a hard plastic booth, placing the tray of food down in front of her.

“So when I was modeling, I lived on water, cigarettes, and a carrot or two a week. Oh, and vodka. At first it wasn’t like that but, eventually, I was literally skin and bones. I became obsessed with being thin. If you couldn’t count your ribs while looking in the mirror you were considered too fat. Of course, stylists and photographers only praised me for being so thin. Thin and elegant. The thinner I got the more contracts I got. I ignored the foul breath—cigarettes and gum masked that. The loose teeth I chalked up to eating hard foods, like celery. The celery I ate usually came with a Bloody Mary. I drank calories before I’d eat calories.” Honey took a large bite of her burger, barbecue sauce smeared across her cheek.

“The me of back then would never eat one of these. I would have rather been dead. Of course, I practically was. So there I was dying and not realizing it. My periods stopped. Instead of seeing that as a warning my body was sick, I saw it as a bonus. No bloating. No pesky accidents. My hair started thinning drastically, but since I worked for designers who preferred their models in crazy wigs, it wasn’t a concern.”

“I was living in London when my mom showed up. She had seen some of my most recent photos and flew over to bring me back to the States. She faked a reason, saying I had to come home. Said my brother was in a coma. So, of course, I flew home with her. It never occurred to me that if my brother was in a coma, Mom would have called. She wouldn’t have flown to personally escort me home. My higher order thinking skills were being affected by my condition. When I got home, my brother was there. He was fine. No coma. They were all waiting for me. I basically walked off the plane and into an intervention.

“It took it a while to kick in. I fought against it at first. I was a successful model. This was clearly backlash to my fame and choice of lifestyle. Mom took me to several therapists. The last one was brilliant. She started showing me these pictures of famine victims. I could see those poor women were starving. They were nothing but skin and bones. Their elbows and knees looked crazy huge compared to the rest of their arms and legs. I remember wondering how they could even move because there was no sense of muscle.

“The therapist asked me if I thought their bodies were beautiful. I said I thought they were sick and needed help. Nourishment. I said they looked like they were dying. That’s when she unveiled her little deception. The bodies were all me. I didn’t recognize my own body. She had a Photoshop artist take a few of my pictures, change the skin color, and put different heads on them. Some of the pictures were flipped. I hadn’t even realized they were the same poses used over and over again. That’s when it hit me. I was starving to death. I was that dying body.

“Up until that moment, my body dysmorphia was so bad I could not see that my own body was damaged. I began taking daily pictures and hiding my head so I could see my body. I got onboard with the nutrition program and began gaining weight. I used money I saved while modeling to go to school and get healthy.

“I still have issues seeing myself properly. I have to actually work at it. So I’m not trying to be vain if I take a picture in a mirror, I need to remind myself. It’s a tool to keep me healthy.”

“Honey, I…” Morgan paused not sure what to say.

“So I slip. I forget to eat, and I say I have a fat ass. It’s a weird kind of ownership. Like how some African Americans use the n-word with each other. It causes everyone else to flinch, but for them, it’s power and ownership. Definitely not appropriate for anyone else to use that term. So for me, I can call out my ass fat, but no one else can.”

Honey finished the last of her fries and continued as Morgan watched her. “I was really good for several years then I had a hard, fast slip backward. Uhm…Bryce started commenting on my weight. Saying things like I was gaining a little too much weight and how I was so much prettier in my modeling pictures. I fell back into the binge and purge habit. That’s a hard one to break. Bryce would harass me if I wasn’t eating, and then after I would eat, he would comment about my figure. He would take food away from me if he thought I had eaten too much.”

“Bryce is a dangerous asshole.”

Honey chuckled. “That he is. I was secretly in therapy while I was with him. The binge and purge confession to my therapist opened the door so I was able to see his abuse. I’ve been good for a while now. Lana has been crazy supportive.”

They left the restaurant and began walking back towards the café.

“Honey, I will support you however you need me to. I don’t know how or what, but you tell me what you need and I will do it.”

“Really? Okay, first, don’t pick on me for having to go to therapy occasionally.”

“Never.”

“I might need a reminder to eat but also don’t be afraid to call a halt if you notice I’m hitting a binge, because the binge/purge habit has been a really hard one to recover from. And by binge, I mean a binge, not a big meal. You know what a binge looks like?”

Morgan shook his head.

“A binge doesn’t involve a meal. It’s random weird foods. Nothing balanced. It’s when I start eating things I don’t normally eat, like sour gummy worms. I don’t typically eat those. I’m a chocolate kind of girl. So foods I don’t normally eat and constant eating in huge quantities. Salt-sweet-salt is my typical pattern. I haven’t binged in almost two years,” she said proudly. “You still want me?”Morgan snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “I think I will always want you.” The mating glow shimmered gently around her. She was his, and he had no intention of letting her get away.

Honey smiled at Morgan. “I keep telling you these horrible things about me then you say something like that. You’re not running away screaming or calling me crazy-train.”

“I turn into a wolf, sweetheart. I think I can handle a girlfriend with some food issues and an asshole for an ex.”

She rested her hands against his chest.

“You said girlfriend.”

“I said girlfriend. Is that okay with you?”

“That’s very okay with me!”

* * *

Morgan leaned against a mound of pillows he’d propped against the bedroom wall. Honey sat in front of him. He lightly traced the lines of her tattoo. Green tendrils of vine tracery scrolled over her skin. The outlines of pink lotus petals grew over most of her back. Her skin was smooth like silk under his fingertips.

He wanted to offer for her to have the ink work finished. In time, he would. Right now she would refuse. She thought she still owed him money for replacing her television and other items that had been stolen. Money didn’t matter. Only Honey’s happiness mattered. His finger wandered up her spine. He traced the moon below her neck. When this piece was finished, it would encompass her entire back—an extreme close-up of a lotus blossom under icons of the phases of the moon, framed with vines. For Honey, it symbolized growth and becoming who she was meant to be. To him, it was beautiful artistry on the most beautiful canvas of Honey’s perfect back.

Honey hunched over her phone. This posture stretched the skin of her back over her bones. Morgan let his fingers trail down her spine, slaloming between the vertebrae. He stretched his hand and began tracing her ribs. A few were emphasized by her posture. Stupid how an entire industry would call a body this perfectly proportioned fat. She’s perfect. Hell, even if she did put on weight, she would be gorgeous. Morgan smiled. He would love to see her big and round with his baby, and if she stayed big after the birth, he would just have more Honey to love.

Honey squirmed. “Hey, that tickles.” She batted at his hand.

Morgan reached around her and pulled her back against him. “Who are you texting so fervently?”

“Lana. It’s work. I’m trying to get her to change my schedule. She wants me to work through my regular days off. By the time I have a day off again, it will have been almost two full weeks. But since it’s two different pay periods, there is nothing I can do about it.”

Morgan reached around and took the phone from Honey. He set it deliberately on the nightstand. His hand stroked the skin on the side of her neck and down her arm.

“Hmmm.” Honey leaned into his touch. “Hmmm.”

“Don’t worry about work. Lana wouldn’t do that to you without reason.”

“But that means we don’t get the same days off.” Honey began pouting. “Hard to spend all day in bed with you if I’m at work.”

Morgan snorted. “It’s hard to spend all day in bed when it’s this small.”

“Are you mocking my double bed? It’s bigger than that couch you sleep on in the trailer.”

“Touché.” Morgan began kissing the skin along the top of Honey’s shoulder. “This bed is barely big enough for the two of us. I’ll get a larger one when I find an apartment.”

Honey shifted so she could face Morgan. “An apartment?”

“I need a place down here. I can’t live in the trailer for much longer in the condition it’s in. Dante needs to pick it up and take it back to the yard in Sonoma, so it can get worked on. It’s barely habitable as it is. I certainly can’t have you there. While I could make love to you on that couch—hell, I could make love to you anywhere—you deserve better.” Morgan brushed a stray curl back. “You need your space. You don’t want me here all the time. So I need an apartment.”

“Is your job moving you here?”

“No,” Morgan shook his head. “You’re here. I’ll figure the job thing out.”

“I’m here?”

Morgan chuckled. “Yes, you’re here. You’re my girlfriend, and I want to be with you. That means moving here.”

Morgan cupped the back of Honey’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss. Her lips were soft and pliant against his. Honey shifted her weight and straddled Morgan’s lap.

“And you’re going to get a big bed?” she asked after they broke off the kiss. She began twining her fingers into the hairs of his chest.

“The biggest one I can find, so I can keep you in it for days at a time.”

“What would we possibly do in bed for days at a time?” Honey teased.

Morgan leaned to the side, locating a condom pack. “Go through these in bulk.” He held up the foil square.

Honey took the pack from Morgan and tore it open.

* * *

Honey lay staring at the ceiling, listening to Morgan shower. They had spent the entire evening making love. Morgan made her body tingle in the most amazing ways, even when he was no longer touching her. He’s moving here to be with me. Butterflies twirled in her stomach, not with trepidation, but with happy excitement. She knew where her emotions were regarding him. She needed her brain to agree and her lips to be willing to say the words. Clearly, Morgan felt the same, otherwise, why would he be moving?

The shower stopped. Morgan stepped into the bedroom, a blue towel wrapped low around his hips. Water dotted and sparkled along his arms, and the hairs on his chest lay in wavy wet lines against his tawny skin. Honey’s desire for him skyrocketed. She had a need to lick all the water droplets from his body.

“Where should we go find food?” he asked, toweling his hair off.

Honey took him in with her eyes. “Do we need to eat? Could we maybe do that again? I suddenly have an urge to give you a tongue bath.”

Morgan chuckled. The towel around his waist hit the floor. “I don’t need convincing.”

He crawled onto the bed and hovered over her, pressing her back against the mattress.

His tongue trailed up Honey’s body from her navel, between her breasts, and up her neck.

“Hmm, tongue bath sounds like a wonderful idea,” Morgan growled.

Honey stretched to reach Morgan and licked his neck. Hooking her legs around his, she managed to exert force so that Morgan rolled. His back lay against the mattress with Honey on top.

She lowered her head and began licking the drops of water from his broad shoulders. He tasted of clean skin and fresh water. Her licks began alternating with small sucking kisses and gentle bites. Honey’s mouth found Morgan’s nipple. He audibly inhaled.

Honey looked up, admiring his sculpted face. His eyes were closed, and his lips held the slightest grin. She kept her eyes on his face as she lowered back down to his other nipple. She sucked it into her mouth. His closed eyes fluttered as he hissed again. She replaced her mouth with her fingers, twirling the sensitive nub. She kissed a trail down his chest. Licking when she encountered a stray droplet of water. Her hand left his nipple when she reached his navel. She teased around the edges with her finger before flicking it with her tongue. His erection jumped and pulsed, kicking her in the shoulder. Honey paused to glance at the engorged flesh. She smiled to herself, noting that Morgan really liked having his bellybutton toyed with. She returned her attention to his navel, gently biting his abs just below the indentation.

Morgan groaned in pleasure as Honey laved and sucked.

Honey worked her attentions lower on his abdomen. When she encountered the thatch of hair above his manhood, Honey bypassed that skin and began licking and biting Morgan’s inner thigh.

“Tease,” Morgan breathed.

Honey looked up. Morgan watched her, his hazel eyes glowed amber.

“Your eyes are glowing.”

“Because of what you are doing to me,” Morgan moaned.

Honey repositioned herself to be between his legs. Never breaking eye contact with Morgan, Honey slowly licked up the underside of his manhood.

His eyes seemed to flare brighter.

“Those are your wolf eyes.” Honey closed her own eyes before taking him into her mouth.

“Ahhh,” Morgan let out a ragged sigh. “Strong. Emotion. Ahh”

Honey slowly pulled up, pressing her tongue against Morgan’s cock in her mouth. Just as she reached the spade-shaped head, she lowered her mouth again. She pulled as much of Morgan into her mouth as she could. Not all of him would fit, and Honey couldn’t open her throat. She pulled her mouth up and off Morgan before grabbing him with a firm fist.

“I think,” she said as she slid her body down his length, “I want to feel you a bit before.” Flesh against flesh was almost too much for Honey to resist. She wanted to make love to him without any barriers. Honey quickly removed herself. “Oh, that’s nice.”

“And dangerous.” Morgan slid a condom over himself. “That feels entirely too good to me. Best not tempt that one.”

“What? No control?” Honey asked as she slid back down Morgan’s length.

“Not with you.” Morgan thrust up into her. “With you, all control is gone.”

Honey rocked against Morgan, riding him until she couldn’t control her muscles.

Morgan held her hips, following Honey to orgasm.

Honey collapsed across Morgan’s chest. “I think I lose all control with you too.” Her fingers toyed with his now, mostly dry, chest hairs. “You were saying something about food?”

Morgan chuckled. “What’s food?”