Chapter 26
Nate
I watch as a beautiful blush creeps up Morgan’s neck to her face. I like having that effect on her. She’s in workout clothing and she couldn’t be more gorgeous.
The best part of what’s in front of me is the expression on her face. The second Morgan crossed into my room I knew. She’s mine now.
I rise out of the chair, taking in the noticeable change. Morgan looks almost hopeful. She lost a little of her sparkle over the past couple of months. I think she’s found it again.
We stand there, less than ten feet apart. Her breathing increases. She’s waiting for something. For me to do something. I think it’s time for the wait to be over.
I take a step towards her, reaching, and she launches herself into my arms. I intend to hold her—and never let go—but the second we touch, something in me ignites, like gasoline on a fire.
The kiss is urgent, desperate. My hands are everywhere, touching, squeezing, holding her to me. Making sure she’s real.
I grab the sides of her coat and push it off her shoulders. I spin us so that I can get close to the door. I reach back with my right hand, shut it, and lock it. I don’t plan to be interrupted.
Despite the raging inferno building inside me, I try to slow the kiss, to take my time cherishing and enjoying this moment. I want to commit every second to memory.
But Morgan’s having none of that. She’s trying to climb me like a spider monkey, agitatedly pulling and clutching at my shirt like she’s mad at it. I can’t help the grin on my face.
Her feet are no longer on the ground. She’s managed to pull herself high enough to wrap her legs around my waist.
I firmly hold her ass, allowing her to feel how much I want her. The friction against my cock is torture. I need to be inside her.
“Morgan,” I say against her mouth. “Let me pull the couch out.”
“No,” she whines.
She’s trying to kick off her shoes behind my back. She uses her arms as leverage to rub and grind her core against me. Fuck.
She’s going to be a wildcat in bed. I need to get control of her so I don’t come in the next sixty seconds.
“Mor—”
“No. Clothes off,” she demands, sucking and licking my earlobe. “Now.”
I chuckle. She thinks she’s in charge.
“Trust me, Morgan. I’ll take care of you. But I can’t get my clothes off if you’re hanging onto them for dear life.”
Morgan slackens the death grip she has on my neck. “Okay.”
She lowers her feet to the ground, keeping eye contact as I take off my shirt. I glance down at her shirt, indicating she needs to lose it.
Morgan realizes what I want and she strips her shirt up and over her head. I slip off my shoes and socks. Morgan does the same.
I unbuckle my belt and undo my jeans. Morgan watches intently. I slowly lower them to the ground and step out. Her eyes stay glued to the bulge in my boxers.
She swallows, obviously nervous. Maybe I should rethink how this is going to go down. I don’t want her to feel nervous about anything I do to her.
Morgan hasn’t moved a muscle. Did she forget the game?
“Morgan.”
Her gaze jumps away from my crotch and lands on my face. She bites her lip and it almost snaps my control. Almost.
“Take them off, Morgan.”
Gradually, she slides the fitted black pants that I love so much down to the floor. She’s standing there in a sports bra and tiny black panties. She takes my breath away. But she’s still overdressed.
“Now the rest,” I command.
Morgan smirks. “But it’s your turn.”
“Fair enough.”
I lower my boxers and Morgan inhales. I know I’m big, but if she thinks I’d ever hurt her she needs to think again.
She’s only been with one person, so she doesn’t have much to compare it to. I try to shake off the thought of her with anyone else, even if it was one long term boyfriend. Now isn’t the time for that.
Morgan pulls her sports bra up and over her head and allows it to fall to the floor. I’ve seen her naked before, but this time it’s different. This time she’s mine, even if we haven’t said it aloud.
Next, she hooks her thumbs on the sides of her panties and pushes them torturously slow down her legs. I can now see the string in the back as they drop. Thong. I do love her choices of panties.
Morgan clasps her hands in front of her, then lowers them. Her fingers open and close in a fist. She doesn’t know what to do next.
Like a goddess, she stands there, naked. Her expression is open and vulnerable. For me. Exactly how I want her.
“Come here.”
Morgan walks into my arms and I pick her up, kissing her, owning her. Once again, she wraps her legs around me. I can feel the heat from her pussy as she rubs against me.
“Can I pull out the couch now?” I ask.
Morgan huffs. “Too late.” Her movements against my body are picking up pace. Patience is not her strong suit.
I nip at her neck and debate taking her against the wall. No, I’ll save that for later. I sit on the couch, with her straddled on my lap. Not exactly how I planned this, but I’ll do my best to give her exactly what she needs.
Morgan
My patience is gone. Obliterated. If I don’t feel him inside me right now I’m going to scream.
Though, I guess, if I were feeling him inside me right now I would scream, as well. Just two very different types of screaming. I do hope we go with option two. And soon.
I reach down and grab him. I brush the tip against me, tempted to guide it inside. A little voice is demanding that I do it. But Nate is telling me to stop.
I lean back enough to see his face. “You want me to stop?”
“Just for a second. We need a condom.”
Oh, shit. I’m acting like I just escaped from Whore Island. Whoopsie. I’m almost embarrassed that it didn’t even enter my mind. Good thing the colossal male I’m sitting on is the responsible type.
Nate reaches for the drawer in the side table. There’s a pack of condoms in there. I feel weird about that, about having a stash ready to go next to wear he sleeps, just in case.
Sure, it’s the sensible thing to do. But those condoms could be for anyone. Others from the pack could have been used on some other girl.
I don’t want to share the pack. I want it to be my pack, which might make me a tad bit unreasonable.
Nate must notice my altered mood because he grabs my chin, tilting my face so we’re eye-to-eye. He enjoys controlling my body, I think.
“They’re new, Morgan. I haven’t been with anyone since I came back to school.”
Yep. Unreasonable with a pinch of lunacy. “I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be sorry. Don’t ever try to hide your feelings from me. I want to know. Got it?”
I nod.
He holds up the condom. “Are you sure about this, Morgan? Is this what you want right now?”
“Yes,” I whisper. I want it so much.
Nate opens the wrapper and rolls the condom down his length. Who knew they made Yeti-sized condoms? Eww, horrible mental picture.
His hands come back to my hips and I quickly push my weird thoughts aside. My heart beat is thumping so hard, I can feel every pulse. The throb is strongest between my legs. This is finally happening.
While we stare at one another, Nate’s thumb moves to my clit and presses gently. He keeps a slight pressure on it while his other fingers play with my lips. I whimper, needing more.
“Are you ready for me, Morgan?”
“Yes.”
“Take what you want, then,” he says, moving his hands back to my hips. I grab a hold of his cock and he lifts me just high enough so I can get the head against my entrance.
Nate lets go of my hips and gravity pulls me down slightly. I dig my fingernails into his arms. Despite how wet I am, he simply can’t slide all the way in. I’m going to have to work for it.
“Kiss me,” he demands.
Fisting his hair, I crash my lips into his, filled with so much need, so much emotion, for Nate. Just Nate.
One hand fondles my breast while the other continues massaging my clit. I start to roll my hips, back and forth and around. It feels so good. Nothing has ever felt this good.
Excited, I quicken my pace and he slips further inside. I’m close. In less than a minute, he’s going to make me come.
I’ve never orgasmed during sex before and I can’t believe how intense it is with him only half way inside.
“Nate, I—I’m close.”
Nate wraps his arms around my back and pulls me to him. Our stomachs and chests are finally touching. It’s ecstasy how it makes my nerves come to life.
My nub is rubbing against his pelvis, but it’s the feeling of my skin touching his that pushes me over the edge. Nate takes my lips in a punishing kiss, swallowing my scream as I start to come.
“Ohmygod!” I breathe into his mouth.
He pistons his hips up into me, pounding, driving hard. My body pulses around him. I bury my head in his neck and hold on as best I can.
“So, fucking tight,” he grits out, never slowing, never wavering. He fucks me until my orgasm ebbs away slowly.
I draw in a breath, trying to slow my racing heart. My body is humming with endorphins in my bloodstream.
I’m overrun with feelings, with pure bliss at being in his arms. It’s the most perfect moment of my life.
“Holy shit,” I sigh.
“I hope you know we’re not done yet.”
I nibble up his neck and suck on his lower lip.
“I know. You’re turn.”
“No, not yet.”
Without withdrawing, Nate leans us sideways and twists so that I’m pinned beneath him on the couch. There’s not much room for his giant body. He plants one leg on the ground.
“We don’t fit,” I tell him.
Nate licks up the column of my throat, leaving a trail of saliva that makes me shiver as the air cools it.
“On the contrary, I think we fit perfectly.”
He pushes into me until he’s fully sheathed. I flex and he growls against my skin.
“Don’t do that.”
I giggle and do it again anyway.
Nate captures my mouth, silencing me, then pulls out most of the way. He quickly slams back into me so hard the air in my lungs escapes in a grunt.
He does it again. And again. I tilt my hips up, trying to meet him stroke for stroke, to spur him on to go faster. He doesn’t. No matter how much I whine or whimper, he continues the torture.
Nate moves one arm under my ass and holds my hips up off the couch. He’s effectively immobilized me at this angle. All I can do is take what he gives.
I’m so wet I can feel the moisture on his balls as they slap against my ass. It’s dirty and I love it.
“Harder, Nate.”
Nate gives in to my demand and pumps into me, faster and faster. I feel the familiar beginnings of another orgasm at the base of my spine.
I flex again. It’s the only motion I can control, since I can’t move my lower body.
“Fuck, Morgan.”
“Please. I’m so close.”
I open my eyes and I’m met with his shiny baby blues locked on me. I see him. Raw. Open. Mine. It’s too much.
There’s too much there already. It makes me want to hide. I slam my eyes shut and focus on clenching my muscles around his shaft.
“Don’t, Morgan.”
I open my eyes, questioning.
“Don’t hide. Look at me while you come.”
Nate’s slamming into me with even more force than before. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin. We’re both panting, exerting, trying to reach our own ends.
I force my eyes to stay open as my orgasm rips through me, a scream trapped in my throat. My body is locked up so tight my toes cramp.
“Morgan. Fuck.”
Nate freezes for just a second and then thrusts slow and steady. I can feel his dick spasm with his release.
He’s still locked on me. He doesn’t so much as blink as he rocks through the entirety of his own orgasm.
Once he finishes, Nate lowers his weight so my ass is once again on the couch. He brushes wisps of hair off my forehead, then caresses my face and kisses me softly.
This is more than just sex. There’s an intimacy here that I’ve never experienced during intercourse. Maybe that’s why it’s different, why it’s better.
“Are you okay?” Nate asks.
“More than okay.”
“I got a little carried away there.”
I nuzzle his cheek. “Mmm. I liked it.”
Nate grins. “Good.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “Now, can I fold out the couch?”
“Only if you agree to sleep naked.”
“Deal.”