Seventeen

Patrick

“Well, you see me now,” Morgan said. She looked up at me through sultry hooded eyes that said all the dirty thoughts I’d once had could come to fruition.

Here I’d been all this time, trying not to look at her. Trying to avoid seeing her as anything more than Austin’s little sister. It turned out that I’d missed all the signs by burying my head in the sand.

“I see you. All of you,” I said. I tugged her closer and drew her lips to mine. “I see you and feel you and want you.”

“Mmm,” she agreed.

“I want all of you.”

“You already have all of me,” she whispered.

And I could feel that truth in her statement in every kiss and every touch and every breath. Morgan Wright was mine.

“I have most of you,” I said, working my way down the buttons on the front of her peacoat.

“Just most?” she whispered.

I slipped the jacket off her shoulders and let it puddle at her feet. Then, I pulled her shirt over her head.

“You’ll know when I have all of you, Morgan. You’ll be able to feel it.”

I ran my hands up to the cusp of her bra. I flicked my finger against her nipple, and she shook at the feel of me.

“You’ll be able to taste it.”

Our lips collided once more as I deftly popped her bra off. My tongue was slow and luxurious against hers. She was practically shaking with my ministrations.

“You’ll feel when not just our bodies connect, but our souls. Then, I’ll have all of you and not before then.”

She gasped. “Who knew you were such a romantic?”

“It’s different with you,” I told her as I walked her backward toward the bedroom.

She stumbled, and I caught her in my arms, whisked her off her feet, and gingerly deposited her on the bed.

“Different how?”

“I don’t know. This is all new to me. I’ve never really been into someone like you before. Or really…interested in a relationship at all. But, when I’m with you, I feel like I’m my best possible self.”

I popped the button on her jeans and peeled the skintight pair off her legs. She was staring at me, mesmerized and possibly…shocked.

“You seem surprised,” I said.

She crawled back across the bed to me. Her beautiful tits and round ass were wonderfully on display. Her dark hair fanned in front of her face. Her lips and eyes screamed seduction. She moved onto her knees and slowly and methodically undid each of the buttons on my shirt. Then, she ran her nails across my shoulders as she pushed it off me.

“I thought you always thought of me as just a kid sister.”

“I certainly don’t see you like that now.”

“That’s a relief,” she said with a smirk as her hands trailed my biceps. “This might have been awkward.”

I laughed and shook my head. “You’re ridiculous. Come here.”

Then, I brandished a kiss like a weapon. I had every intention of finally tasting every inch of her skin. She wasn’t completely mine yet. I’d waited. I’d been patient. I’d known that I couldn’t treat her just like anyone else. She wasn’t like anyone else. When we finally came together, I wanted it to be the right moment. I wanted it to mean something.

My hands moved to her waist as I dropped my mouth over her nipple. I bit and sucked and licked one and then the other until she was writhing beneath me. She was begging me for more and begging me to stop. And I just loved the sound of her begging.

I dropped to my knees on the floor at the edge of the bed and slowly dragged her thong off, baring her before me. I ran my fingers up the inside of her legs until she quivered. She moved her legs to my shoulders as I reached the apex of her thighs. I opened her pussy up to me and then slid a finger down into her. She was already soaking wet and moaned at the slightest movement.

“Patrick, please,” she groaned.

“No rushing,” I said. “I want you to feel everything.”

I lowered my lips to her clit and indulgently circled my tongue across the sensitive nub. Her hips came off the bed. I used a free hand to hold her down as I worked her into a frenzy.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,” she moaned over and over and over again.

My cock ached in my pants as I brought this gorgeous woman to the highest heights. Seeing how she reacted—every moan, gasp, twitch, and shake—made me just want to bury myself in her. I needed it like a man lost in the desert needed water. With the way she came undone on my face, it didn’t even feel like an exaggeration.

She came up onto her elbows to look down at me. She had a happy, sated look on her face. My own little sex kitten.

Then, she crumpled backward onto the bed. I rose to my feet and watched her moments of perfect bliss. She raised her hands over her head, curled her toes, and laughed my favorite short, breathy thing that went straight to my balls.

I unbuckled my belt and shucked my jeans into a heap on the floor. Her eyes rounded at the sight of me through my boxers.

“My turn,” she said. Her lips curled into a naughty smile.

“You don’t have to reciprocate.”

She arched an eyebrow as she sat up and moved to the end of the bed. “What happened to feeling all of you?”

I thought about arguing with her because I wanted to be fucking inside her right now. But she dropped to her knees on the carpeted floor without hesitation and knelt, eye-level with my cock. I pretty much lost all coherent thought at that point.

Her fingers ran along the edge of my boxers, and my dick twitched in response. She responded by yanking them off me and taking my cock in her hand. It looked enormous with her little hand, but, fuck, she knew what to do with it. She experimentally stroked me up and down before lapping her tongue across the tip.

“Fuck,” I moaned like a prayer.

She smirked at me, as if she knew exactly how to torment me in the best way. Then, she opened her mouth and took me into her. I closed my eyes to keep from thrusting forward. I didn’t want to deep-throat her on accident, and yet I wanted to feel all of that warm, wet sucking all the way down to my balls.

She began bobbing her head on my cock. Down, down, down and then all the way back to the tip. Her mouth made a little pop sound as my cock came out of her mouth. I had to hold back from coming all over her face.

She took me back in her mouth, and I moaned at the long strokes she was taking. She hummed in approval. The vibrations made me shudder.

I ran my fingers through her hair. “Mor, I’m going to come.”

“Mmm?” she mumbled, glancing up at me with innocent, big eyes. Though we both knew there was nothing innocent about what she was doing.

“Oh, fuck,” I said.

I jerked against her mouth, but she didn’t stop. She seemed to have no intention of stopping. She was in control. A hundred fifty percent in control. This was Morgan Wright, who was the CEO of a Fortune 500 company and could take on the world. Right now, she was taking on my cock and winning.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body convulsed, and then I shot cum right into her mouth until I was wholly spent. I leaned heavily against the bed as I watched her swallow.

Fuck, oh, fuck, it was a beautiful thing.

She wiped her mouth and shot me a confident smile as she pushed me on the bed and crawled on top of me.

“You’re magnificent,” I told her as I stroked her hair out of her face.

She blushed, but she didn’t disagree. She was this glorious duality of a woman. Strong, fierce, independent, and loyal, but at the same time, there were cracks in her exterior that showed me her fears, doubts, and flaws. And it was seeing her in these moments of vulnerability that made me realize I adored the entire package.

Without her fears, she would have nothing to overcome. Without her doubts, she would have nothing to conquer. Without her flaws, she would be fake. Because no one was perfect. Her strengths and her weaknesses made her the person she was, and I didn’t want her any other way. She was simply perfect for me.

I reached between our bodies and stroked her clit. Her body shook, but she didn’t try to stop me. She just wrapped her hand around my dick and matched my pace. She stared down into my eyes, and I finally saw everything she had told me earlier. She really had liked me for a long time. And this here really was our moment.

My cock lengthened fully again at her touch. She released me and then angled her body over mine. I felt the warmth of her touch the tip of my cock. I wanted to pump up into her, but I paused.

“We should get a condom,” I told her.

I flipped her over onto her back, and she gasped. I hopped off the bed and found a condom in my discarded jeans.

“I’m on the pill,” she told me.

“Let’s be doubly safe.”

She nodded as I ripped the wrapper open and rolled the condom on. Then, I moved back onto the bed and positioned myself above her.

“You’re sure?” I asked.

“I’ve always been sure about you.”

Our lips locked as I thrust into her. She was so wet, and I slipped all the way into her without resistance. She tightened all around me. My head fell into the crook of her shoulder, and I grunted something inaudible.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “You…”

“Yeah. Fuck.”

Her pussy clasped around my cock and held on for dear life. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Our bodies were intertwined, her heart beating a crescendo against my chest, and something seemed to shift ever so slightly. Like everything was suddenly right with the world.

I started moving inside her, picking up tempo. She matched my pace with her own movements. Our bodies slapped together. My hips pressed against her own. I filled her over and over again.

Then, out of nowhere, she cried out, and her entire body tensed like a snake ready to strike. I couldn’t seem to hold on. I wanted her to have another orgasm, but there was no way. The strength of her coming set me off like dominoes falling.

When we both finally stilled, we were panting and sweaty. I looked down at her in amazement, wondering what the hell she had just done to me.

“Now, you have all of me,” Morgan whispered.

What I hadn’t entirely realized until that moment was that she had all of me, too.