by TN King
Oh, wow! That kind of talk made it hard for her to move, her already sensitive pussy near gushing with his tone. Oh, god, how does he know that about me, when I never knew that myself really? She was learning all kinds of things about herself tonight, and all things that she enjoyed learning. She didn’t even try to fight doing what he asked, shifting so she could turn the opposite direction she had been trying in the first place. This time when she lifted her leg over him, he assisted her, positioning her just over his hard, huge cock where she could feel him again pushing against her entrance.
“Get up on your feet,” he instructed, both of his hands holding under her ass to help in her keeping her balance. “You’ll have more control that way and you’ll definitely enjoy it more.” He promised, his voice rough and dark.
She had never tried that position before, she’d never even thought to. But again, his voice promised her all kinds of pleasure and she could do nothing but trust him. She pushed her palm down into his chest for leverage and pushed her ass back into him, feeling his cock pulsating against her. He was so close, his hands tightening over the curves of her ass and separating the skin to allow for an easier time as she guided herself back onto his cock.
“Oh fuck yes,” he groaned, his fingers indenting into the soft curvature they held over, urging her on.
She turned her head, looking back at him to gauge his reaction. Obviously, it was good, his face was scrunched up, his eyes dark and flinty with desire. She had never been more turned on in her life, watching him watch her, with him inside of her like he was. “You like that, huh?” She asked, half surprised, and more than half turned on.
“Fuck yeah,” he acknowledged, his grey eyes flashing. “There’s nothing sexier than a woman in control. You’re in charge, now. It’s up to you to get me off.”
Her breath caught, her eyes widening slightly. That was a lot of pressure. But she definitely wanted to please him. Wanted to do exactly as he said. She moved around a bit, circling her hips and trying a few different angles until she found one that felt incredibly good.
Morgan supported her back with his strong hands, so that her hands were free. She placed them on her thighs for added support and began a slow, seductive dance where she rolled her hips up and down. Oh, that feels so good. She could feel him hitting her at every angle, pushing up inside of her and clenching that desire even tighter within her belly.
“Yeah,” Morgan groaned, his voice breaking for half of a second. When he spoke again, though it was controlled and decisive. “Now pinch your nipples.”
“What?” Confusion circled through her, her head turning to look at him with raised brows.
“You get off on me talking dirty to you,” he told her assuredly, his voice strong as if daring her to question him further. “I can tell. Now pinch your nipples,” he commanded, his hips slowly lifting up into her as if teasing until she completed his request.
Ellie could feel her face flush with heat, but she wasn’t embarrassed. She felt empowered in some odd way, like his taking control somehow actually bestowed more onto her. She lacked the courage to do things on her own, but certainly had the strength to carry out his commands, no matter how provocative or straightforward they were. She smiled at Morgan and then turned back around and put her hands up to her breasts. She wasn’t the type to fondle herself overmuch and the weight of her breasts were heavy in her hands, fingers rolling against them experimentally.
“How’s this?” she asked as she rolled a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, pinching at the skin as she had been instructed. It felt surprisingly good, sending aftershocks of pleasure through her belly.
“Oh, yeah. That’s really fucking hot,” he groaned, his hips lifting more solidly up into her as a reward. “Now play with your clit,” he instructed. “I want you to get off again, one more time before I do.”
Ellie paused, her fingers twitching, torn between obeying him and not.
Morgan encouraged her, his fingers kneading even more firmly against her ass. “Come on, baby. Come on my rock hard cock.”
Holy smokes! He was all she’d ever wanted. The man had hidden this commanding personality. Or had he? Now, she felt his true intentions. This would be a night she wouldn’t forget and that was all she felt sure of. Ellie reached down between her thighs to her very soaked middle, fingers toying with her already overly-sensitive clit as she had been commanded.
She’d only just put her fingers to herself when she first felt it, that initial build that started out low in her belly and stretched. She could feel the erotic pulse of her own body and savored each stroke, rubbing small circles against herself as he pushed up inside of her. His cock felt so good inside of her, little moans filtering out of her lips. Filled to the brim, she could feel every ridge, every vein inside her rubbing her inner walls and throbbing inside of her. She started circling her hips with each bounce, increasing her pace and nearly screaming from the pressure.
“Ahhh,” she let out as she picked up the pace, her back arching to allow him further inside of her.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he prompted his voice raspy now, fingers clenching against her.
His voice seemed to act as an explosive catalyst and she peaked, black pushing behind her lids and her whole body exploding at once. “Oh, fuck!” she cried out, her muscles vibrating with the release.
“Yes!” He answered her, his hands lifting her by her ass now only to slam her back down with the pulse of his own hips.
“Oh!” She threw her head back as her body tensed, color breaking through that black behind her eyes to a brilliant hue until all she could see was the same bright light she remembered from when he’d headed toward her in the fire. Wow… this was almost more than she could handle, her body falling apart and shaking until it felt like it would fall completely to pieces.
Morgan grabbed her hips and ground her into his groin as his body tensed as well, warmth pushing through her thighs and up inside of her as he came as well. Then she felt his heat, like she’d never felt with anyone before. Just like that fire from her dreams, only this one was inside of her and more pleasurable than she could possibly explain, even to herself. If she could burn up and disappear into ash, she would have from this alone. Their bodies were one at that moment as they both climaxed, shaking into one another. She just knew that he had timed it that way, that it was intentional- this culmination of ecstasy and a full blown erotic crescendo.
His hands moved from her ass to the top of her shoulders, palms and fingers dragging down the line of her back and pulling her all the closer to him. Possessive and raw, her whole body falling down into him, cheek landing against his calf as she cried out the remnants of the waves tearing through her body. Ellie was exploding—a supernova in the sky bursting into a million more stars...
CHAPTER SEVEN
The whole room spun around her, shapes and colors slowly coming back into focus. She could feel him, still inside of her, that half hard between finish and truly finished still pulsing within her with the remnants of the love they had just made. She could barely breathe herself, struggling to draw even just a half breath into her lungs. What the hell had that been? She’d never gone into that plateau before the few times that she had sex. It had been like flying, so freeing. Delicious, decadent, and warm. It was overwhelming.
Her muscles didn’t even feel like they could function, warm and spongy as she fought to tense them, lifting her legs slowly and sliding off of him, small noise in the back of her throat as he came fully out of her. Like a faint loss that she couldn’t even name. She slowly shifted, flipping herself so she could face him once more, coming off of his thighs and falling heavily down into the mattress beside him.
He rolled to face her, arm wrapping around her hips and pulling her even closer to him. His nose brushed against her temple, his other hand lifting off of the mattress to rest instead against her cheek. His thumb softly caressed her cheek, eyes just as warm as they moved over his features. “You were great,” he said softly, smile even
warmer.
“You are amazing,” she returned, breathless and sounding just as awed as she actually felt. “I never pegged you for a dirty talker.” Actually, she hadn’t pegged him for much at all besides stunningly attractive and larger than life.
“I never pegged you for such a willing submissive,” he answered her, tone obviously amused and pleased at the same time.
She couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head slightly. “I guess it does make things easier if the decisions are out of my hands.” Exactly as she’d thought earlier. It made things both easier and hotter, if she were being honest.
“And I like to take control,” he admitted, his grin widening in a delicious sort of pleasure.
“We go well together,” she said with another laugh.
“We do seem to complement each other, don’t we?” He asked, his thumb sweeping along her cheekbone.
Ellie moved over a bit, rolling slightly so she could lay her head down to his shoulder, her hand lifting to rest on his chest just over his still rapid heartbeat. It was nice to have physical evidence that it had affected him just as much as it had her, at least physically. “This all happened so fast. I can hardly believe it,” she told him, ruminating on it. It really had been just like blinking, one decision to the next so rapid it was hard to keep up with. “Did you think when you rescued me from the fire that we’d end up like this?”
The question left her before she could think about it, all of the events playing like they were on a fast loop through her head. She hadn’t. She had doubted that they would even see one another again.
Morgan didn’t answer her right away, looking thoughtfully away from her, just over her head as if he were lost in his own thoughts.
Had she assumed too much? She had thought that she could speak freely, and she hadn’t thought that the question was too forward or too brash, especially after what all they had just done… She lifted her head to look at him, her eyebrows furrowing in worry. “I mean, we just met a few days ago and all,” she explained. Maybe it had been more than just a handful, honestly, but they had only interacted sparsely before this. “I don’t usually move this fast,” she continued, suddenly feeling her shyness begin to seep back.
“Yeah. I can see that,” he responded blankly, as if there were no emotion at all surrounding it.
Ellie couldn’t exactly pinpoint it, but it sounded like he was holding back. Like there was something, he didn’t want her to hear. She wasn’t one to pry though. And she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer either. She laid her head back down on his shoulder, breaking her gaze from his guiltily, her fingers playing with the dark hair on his chest. She didn’t need to know everything right now, not so soon. She could just enjoy the moment.
She could feel him staring at her, feel his gaze heavy on her. After a long, pregnant pause he finally spoke, “Actually, I did.” His voice was careful and slow.
Ellie’s head shot up, eyebrows climbing as she looked at him.
“I did see us like this,” he explained. “From the moment I met you, I felt an instant attraction,” he told her, his thumb brushing against the side of her cheek again.
Ellie could hardly contain her smile, the butterflies breaking heavily out in his stomach. “Really?” She had felt it too, but she hadn’t been sure he had, not even after all they’d done.
Morgan smiled back, his grey eyes warming her through to her very core. “Yeah. I told you I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. I wasn’t lying,” he told her laughingly.
She knew her smile was probably the cheesiest, but she couldn’t help it. It didn’t matter how silly she looked in that moment, her grin stretching from ear to ear. He really did like her then. It was insane how much that mattered to her. It was enough for her, no matter what. It may only be one night, but damn, did she have the memory of it imprinted on her mind. The memory of him. Although, now that she had mind-blowing, incredible sex with him…She may never find it again, she hadn’t found it until now as it was. It would become the top fantasy in her mind and she would treasure it…always, no matter what happened.
They both lay in silence for a few moments, staring at one another and lost in their own thoughts. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him, staring reverently at him and feeling it within the pit of his stomach.
Her stomach rumbled, the noise echoing through the room and breaking the silence. His laugh was short, turning towards her more and raising his eyebrow sardonically. “We never ate.” He chuckled, pointedly not looking towards her stomach where the noise had originated. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” she admitted with a slightly embarrassed smile. She was more so with all of the calories they had burned, as was made obvious by her insistent stomach.
His grin was genuinely amused, whole hand brushing down her cheek before he began gently maneuvering out from beneath her. He lifted her head, replacing his chest with a pillow and rolled off of the bed, standing and stretching next to it. “Why don’t I bring our food in here, so we don’t have to worry about getting dressed? We can eat and then, maybe, go again?” He suggested, his eyebrows lifting suggestively.
The laugh burst out of Ellie, her chest shaking with the amusement from his words. The man was indecently uninhibited and she would immerse herself in it all the way till the end. She shook the ‘end’ part from her mind, and half shook her head along with it. She liked it though, the more she learned about him the more that she liked. “Sounds great,” she said, speaking around her grin.
He snorted and turned, leaving the room. Just walking around his penthouse butt naked, as if he didn’t care about it at all. And why should he? Just look at the man! She giggled, pressing her hands over her mouth to stifle even more laughter. It was his house too, which meant he could walk however he wanted to around it, she was just grateful that she got to witness it at all.
She lay there silently, smiling stupidly up at the ceiling above her. She was still lost in her thoughts and she couldn’t even care. After a few minutes, he came back pushing a dolly cart with silver domed tops gleaming in the low light of the bedroom, catching sight of her and grinning right back.
He smiled at her and took a nude bow, inciting her giggles all over again. He looked just as ridiculous as she felt that her smile did- and she was all the more enamored with him for it.
Ellie’s laughter burst out of her once more, her hands pushing into her lower belly to try and control the hilarity. “My bell boy,” she said jokingly, catching the use of the word boy and shaking her head again. “…umm, bell man ready to serve me?” She corrected.
His gaze moved more fully to her, pausing to stare at her lying on the bed, eyes moving over her bare skin slowly. His lips tilted wickedly again, moving off of her and back up to her face calmly. “Yes ma’am,” he answered her solemnly with a smile. “And here is your meal,” he continued, pulling off the tops one at a time with a flourish.
She lifted herself up on her elbows, leaning in closer to see what he was showing her. Her mouth instantly watered, the scent hitting her warmly. Scalloped potatoes, fluffy and cheesy. Delectable looking beef tips in another. Her stomach rumbled loudly, eyes widening with hunger. “Ohhh,” she exclaimed as he lifted the last lid. “And strawberries with cream!” She hadn’t even told him it was one of her favorites, and she doubted he even knew, but it was exciting anyways.
Morgan nodded with another sensuous smile. “Pay close attention to the cream,” he stated low. “We will be tasting that soon,” he informed her, pushing it to the side and pulling a plate out. He made her portions easily, filling her plate and handing it to her with her silverware and napkin.
Ellie’s gaze drifted around the room before going back to him, lifting up to him in question. “So, are we really going to eat on your bed…naked?”
He grinned at her while making to make his own plate. “I can think of no better place nor a better way to enjoy it,” he informed her with a dark wink.
Her eyes widened, surpris
e and awe still filling her. Ellie had never known anyone like this man. Just up and eat naked in a penthouse suite, in a king sized bed! She laughed, shaking her head and looking at him. Just looking.
He raised a dark brow at her, arching it in question. “Something funny, Miss. White?” he asked her as he set his plate in his very exposed lap. His expression would lead anyone to believe he was sitting in a five star dining room, dressed to the nines, entirely formal. Instead of how he was actually sitting.
Shaking her head, Ellie smiled again, watching him elegantly cut up his food. “You are indecent. Just so…” she ran out of words, trailing off with a slight laugh. You cannot tell him how magnificent he is. He already has this instant power over you. In so many ways. He certainly doesn’t need a larger ego either. “You are unbelievable,” she said instead, her laugh short. There, that said much without saying anything at all really. Or at least without saying too much.
He arranged the food on the plate and took a bite of his beef tips then moaned just shortly after it entered his mouth.
The sound made her entire body clench, instant reaction that she couldn’t begin to explain. Her eyes widened as she realized just how much power he now had, physically at least. That little ride she took earlier had caused some shift in their relationship. Relationship? No, no. Again, getting far ahead of what was real. She needed to reign it all back in, something she had to remind herself, and keep reminding herself.
“You’re not eating?” he asked as he turned to the side to grab the glasses and wine off of the table. He poured the wine, glancing at her in obvious question.
“Oh,” she said, just realizing that she hadn’t even taken one bite. She lifted her fork up, taking a bite of the potatoes and near moaning as she swallowed it. They had to be the creamiest, cheesiest potatoes she had ever so much as tried. “Oh my God,” she blurt out, still moaning around the words even as she went to go take another bite. “This is delicious,” she said distractedly by way of explanation or apology, she neither knew nor cared to examine it further currently.
