“I love you too.” The sheer joy in her eyes makes me smile. Hearing those words makes my heart soar. I feel like a sap, but I’m glad. I hope now that I can have the type of relationship my parents had and what my sister has with her fiancée.
Chapter Eight
Luke
“Can we go back into the sitting room? I still have some things to say.” Her face falls, and a sense of dread washes over her.
“It’s nothing bad I don’t think.” I try and lighten the mood, I don’t want her to be upset or fearful. I take her hand and lead her into the sitting room, I bring her to the sofa, and she sits down, and I sit beside her.
“Okay, but what’s going to happen between us? I mean yes, we’ve said we love each other but are we together now? How did you change your mind? I’m so happy yet so confused.” She’s rambling and getting upset.
“Yes, we are together now, I won’t be taking no for an answer.” I’m pushing my luck, and I watch as she narrows her eyes.
I smile at her and continue. “I didn’t change my mind per se, but my mind became clearer. The reason I waited six weeks was that I didn’t want to come to you without a clear mind. I needed to be positive that I loved you. That what I had with Alex was a sham. I had to let go of the guilt that I felt.” I see the confusion in her eyes as to why I would be feeling guilty.
I reach across the sofa to take one of her hands between mine and gently rub. “The guilt I felt was not being able to see the true extent of who Alex really was. I should have seen through the façade. If I had then my brother wouldn’t have been hurt. I felt as though I should have protected him. That is the guilt I had, still have.”
“You shouldn’t feel guilty. You couldn’t have known what she was going to do.” She gives my hand a reassuring squeeze, and I’m realizing how lucky I am to have this woman in my life. For giving me the chance to explain. For listening to my story and not judging me and being so understanding and making me feel better.
“I know that now, but it still doesn’t stop the guilt. Scott is my younger brother, I should have protected him.”
She squeezes my hand yet again, making me feel reassured. “I know there is nothing I can say to make you not feel that way and I’m sorry.”
I take her hand and bring it to my mouth, I place a gentle kiss on her palm, she smiles in response. “Okay, so you know pretty much everything there is to know about me. I do have one thing to ask you.”
She raises her eyebrow in surprise. “Oh yeah? And what is that?”
“Do you forgive me?” I see the confusion in her eyes. “For being a dick and hurting you. For not knowing what I had with you and for letting you walk away?”
She doesn’t even hesitate. “Of course, I forgive you. I understand your reasons behind it. No one should hold it against you. I certainly don’t.” I lean forward to give her a kiss, and she dodges out of the way, giggling as she does and it makes me smile knowing that she is happy.
“I have a question for you.” I wave my hand for her to continue and she bats my hand away. “Alex, have you seen her since?”
“Yes.” I see hurt in her eyes, so I hurry to explain. “I hadn’t heard from her since the day I found out she was playing us until quite coincidently the day before you left. She called me, and I hung up. Then the day you left, she turned up to my apartment not long after you left. Scott answered the door.”
“What did she want?” The hurt is evident in her voice, and I don’t know how to stop hurting her. I hate this.
“Will she be back?”
God. This sucks.
“I believe she’ll be back and so does Scott. She told me she wants me back and that she won’t stop until she has me back.” Anger flashes through her eyes.
“Listen to me Morgan, she means nothing to me. She may want me back, but that is never going to happen.”
She looks relieved, “Good because I’ve just got you and I don’t give up easily.” She’s smiling again, and I can’t help but smile with her.
“Is there anything else you want to get off your chest?”
“No, I’m good, you know everything. And I do mean everything. What about you, do you have anything you want to tell me?” It feels so good knowing that she knows everything. I want a relationship where there are no lies.
“Hmm, I’ll tell you about my family another day. I just want to go to bed. You staying tonight?”
“I’m not going anywhere. You can tell me about your family tomorrow.” I wonder if this has anything to do with what she said to me the day she told me she loved me, that she was used to not being loved?
I stand up and pull her up with me. “Come on Morgan, let’s get you to bed.” Her eyes light up.
“To sleep.” She pouts, and I lean forward and take her bottom lip between my teeth and gently pull. She gasps, and I pull back, I don’t want to do this here.
“We need to get to bed.” I walk to the front door and make sure that it’s locked, Morgan walks into her bedroom, and I hear her looking for something as I walk to the back door and check that door.
I hear her walking to the bathroom, and realize how thin the walls are in her house. I make my way to her bedroom, and she’s still in the bathroom so I start taking my clothes off. I pull my t-shirt over my head, and I hear her come out of the bathroom, I kick my shoes off as I unbuckle my belt and take my jeans off.
“Mmmm,” comes Morgan’s silky voice. I sit on the bed and pull my socks off, I hate wearing them to bed.
I look at Morgan, who is standing there, looking sexy as hell in some sort of negligee. It’s black with red trim around her breasts, with what looks to be like a bow holding it together, it is open below her breasts, and I can see she is wearing the smallest panties that I have ever seen.
Fuck. There goes my good intentions.
“Morgan baby, come here,” I growl.
Where the hell is my self-control?
Morgan does as I commanded and she struts over to me, her hips swaying with every movement. My dick hardens as she straddles my lap, so I place my hands on her ass and realize she’s wearing a thong. I pull her towards me, and she grinds on my dick.
I growl into her ear and feel a shiver run through her body, I feel the bumps on her skin. She’s panting and this time I’m the one to grind my dick up against her – she’s moist and ready. The clothes between us, blocking what I really want to be inside. I lean in and take her lips as I grind up once again and she moans against my lips. I lose the last of my control – if I had any at all and my hand reaches up and I fist her hair. Pulling it gently but firmly and she gasps as her head goes back - giving me full access to her neck - which I take full advantage of.
I kiss my way down her throat to the top of her covered breasts. I use my teeth and get rid of the bow on her negligee, once undone, both her breast are free. I go in for the plunge, taking her pert nipple into my mouth and I suck, adding pressure, just the way she likes it.
Morgan grinds down on me, and she is drenched!
“Please Luke.” She’s panting, I feel her erratic breath on my face, and she grinds down on me, she’s grinding faster trying to get herself there.
“I need you, Luke.”
“I know what you need Morgan.” And I lift her off my lap, and I put her in the middle of the bed. She lays knees bent, legs open. I smile, just the way I like it.
Morgan is so turned on, she's lost all inhibitions and is free. I pull on one of her legs, and she straightens it, I kiss her instep and make my way up her leg, kissing as I go along.
“Luke...” She cries, and I know that I’m driving her crazy. I chuckle and continue with what I’m doing.
As I reach her thigh, I kiss my way up to her panties at her hip and listen as she holds her breath waiting for me to take her panties off, but I don’t. Instead, I grab the other leg and pull, again she straightens her leg out.
“Luke…” She is growling this time.
“Good things come to those who wait,” I
tell her and listen to her mumble under her breath. I can’t make out what she’s saying, but I can guess she is cussing.
I do the same to this leg as I did to the other, starting at the instep and working my way up, this time when I make it to her panties I don’t stop. I continue kissing up her body until I get to her breast. I go back to that nipple and place my mouth around it and suck hard. She arches off the bed, and I put my hands on her ass and pull off her panties.
They get as far as her knees, and she takes over, she kicks them off her as I kiss her, the kiss is sensual – consuming - it conveys everything I can’t say.
My hands are back on her ass, and I grind my dick into her bare pussy. I’m wishing I took off my boxers while she took off her panties, I’m so impatient. I pull back from the kiss, and she whimpers, she knows what’s about to happen, so she plants her feet firmly on the bed and bends her knees.
I lick from her pussy up – she’s opening further, and then I pounce on her clit. Once again she arches off the bed, she’s moaning. I alternate by sucking and licking, and I place one finger inside of her and start finger fucking her. She’s grinding down on my finger, I add another, and I hear her whimpered ‘more’. I bend my finger and find her g-spot, she arches off the bed, and I know she’s about to cum.
I give one last suck on her clit and watch as she denotes around my fingers before I stand and pull off my boxers. Climbing back on the bed nestling between her legs. I kiss her. The kiss is consuming yet again, it always is with us. My hands find her breasts, and I roll her nipples with my fingertips, they’re sensitive, they get that way after she orgasms. Morgan still arches for me and as she as she does I push into her - until I bottom out.
Morgan pulls her mouth away from mine, and she whimpers while making an O shape with her mouth. I go gently, thrusting in and out. Usually, it’s hard, fast and furious. We both love it that way. Today, well, today needs to be different, it needs to be this way.
Gently as I go, thrusting away and she moans loader with every thrust. She’s trying to speed up, so I place my hands on her ass to halt her. I thrust into her again, but this time I grind as I do and that stops her squirming ass. I retake her lips and control the lovemaking. I can feel the pressure building and I know I’m close, she needs to cum again. I pull away, and I lean my forehead against hers.
“Morgan, baby. Are you close?”
Please be close.
“Yes” is her whispered reply.
I lift myself up a bit, and I know that I’m about to hit her g-spot, I thrust up and she moans loudly, I do it again, and she starts shaking. I’m so close now I know that I’m about to cum with her. One more thrust has her cumming, and the feel of her pussy tightening around my dick has me exploding inside of her.
Lying sated inside of her and I can’t help but think I’m one lucky bastard. She is fantastic, and she loves me. I feel her hand touch my back, stroking me up and down and my dick twitched inside of her. She groans.
“I’m going to get cleaned up Morgan, and then we’re going to sleep,” I tell her, and she pouts, so I reach down for her chin and gently nip her bottom lip causing her to laugh.
Chapter Nine
Luke
I wake up to a warm mouth and cold hand around my dick, the sensation is phenomenal, especially as Morgan has no qualms about giving head, in fact, the woman could win Olympic gold for doing it, she is that good. The grip her hand has around me is painful yet pleasurable. I place my hands on top of her head and hold on, I start fucking her face. She loves when I do this. She starts moaning around my dick as she sucks and I feel the moan reverberate around my dick. Making it harder.
We are in a frantic rhythm, and I know that it’s not going to take much more to push me over the edge. I move one of my hands from her head and tap her shoulder, letting her know, I’m about to cum. Now, Morgan is the type of girl who doesn’t swallow, she told me the very first night, and I never pushed it. She hates the taste, and as I have never tasted it or never wanted to, I don’t judge. Saying that, there is nothing sexier than seeing a woman swallow your cum.
So, that goes without saying that I’m shocked as shit that she doesn’t pull away, in fact, she grips my dick tighter with her hand, she sucks me harder and faster and I can’t help but fuck her face. I’m being pushed over the edge, my incoherent mumble of ‘Morgan’ goes unanswered, and I try and pull away but she doesn’t want me to, the grip she has on me is amazing, and I give in to the pleasure. Morgan twists her hand, and it sends me spiraling. I feel tingling work from the base of my spine and I cum on a groan, and I’m breathless. I see black with white spots. I’m spent from one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had.
Once I gather my bearings, I realize I’m alone in the room, and I can hear her laughter coming from the bathroom. I get out of the bed and stalk towards it, once there I try the door handle and realize the little minx has locked me out.
I bang on the door, “Morgan, what the hell?” I can hear her laughter, and then I hear running water, she put the damn shower on. I sigh and get dressed, knowing it will take a while for her to finish.
Once I’m dressed I decided to make breakfast as she didn’t eat much last night, I pissed her off, and she was so damn tired. I pull out the skillet from her cupboard and get to making bacon and eggs.
“Something smells good. There better be some for me Dallas.” I turn at the sound of her voice and watch as she glides over to me. She’s wearing her usual attire, tight jeans, and tee, her brown hair is tied up in a high ponytail, which is unusual, she generally has it loose.
“Breakfast will be served in a minute. Morgan, what’s going on?” I ask her, and she raises her eyebrow at me in confusion.
“Morgan, you swallowed my cum.” I watch as her face flames, and she’s about to argue.
“And you have your hair tied up.” Her lips twitch at the disdain in my voice.
“First of all, what’s wrong with my hair? I don’t have time to dry it, and I’m not leaving it down while it’s wet.” She says with her hands on her hips. She’s back, and she’s giving me her sassiness again, I missed it.
“And as for swallowing your cum, I didn’t see you complaining when your dick was halfway down my throat and you came so hard you didn’t even know I was gone.” She has a smile on her face. I walk over to her and grab hold of her hips landing a hard kiss on her lips.
Morgan whimpers into my mouth, and I pull away, we don’t have time, she needs to eat, then I have to get to Dads, and Morgan has to go to work.
“I’m going to Dad’s. I’ll be bringing my laptop, which is hopefully still in my car, and I can get work done that I’m behind on.” She laughs, she knows how much I hate being behind on my work. I’m kind of a control freak in that area.
“Aww, poor baby! I can’t wait for Saturday, I can finally have a day off.” She needs one, she is tired and needs a proper rest. I’ll make sure she gets it, since I’m off Saturday too.
We finish up breakfast, and she puts her plate and cup in the sink I’ll wash them now so she doesn’t have to do them tonight. “You could have left them, I would have done them tonight Luke.”
I turn and see she is smiling.
“Yeah, but now you don’t have too. Are you coming over tonight or am I coming here?” I ask as I dry my hands, I look up at her and see she has her hands on her hips and I brace for the sassiness to come out.
“Luke Dallas, did you really just invite yourself over to my house tonight?” I can see she’s fighting back the laughter. I’m pushing my luck, I’ve wasted enough time without her, that I don’t want to waste anymore.
I just shake my head at her, and she can’t contain the laughter anymore, she starts to giggle, and I watch as her whole face transforms.
She really is stunningly beautiful.
“Okay, you can come here, as I really don’t want your brother to hear us having sex. Your walls are paper thin, I’ll come to yours when you get a new house.” I know she’s jokin
g, but it is something that I have been thinking about for a while.
When Mom died, she left us all with almost three million dollars each, mine I put into some investments, and I doubled it within the first three years. It’s now tripled, and I have roughly ten million in the bank. So, buying a house is something that I have been thinking about, but it’s not something that I have needed. I was perfectly happy sharing an apartment with Scott. Now, not so much. I’ll have a look online and see what’s for sale around us. Soph’s house is impressive and for the price, she bought it at a steal. I may get in contact with her realtor.
“Hello? Luke are you there?” Morgan breaks through my inner thoughts, I look at her and see she’s still smiling.
“Yeah, sorry, was just thinking about things.” My phone buzzes and I look down to see Scott’s texted me.
Scott: Can you swing by and get me, before you go to Dad’s?
Me: Sure, be there soon.
“Everything okay?” Morgan asks, and I hear the worry in her voice.
“Yeah Morgan, baby. Everything is fine. Just Scott asking me to get him before we go to Dad’s.” She looks relieved.
“I’ve got to go, but I’ll be back here tonight.”
“Okay, I don’t know what time I’ll be back, I’m meeting Sabine for a few drinks after work.”
Oh yeah, I forgot about that. She picks up her keys off the table in the living room and puts on her short leather jacket.
“Why are you staring at me? You’re supposed to be getting ready to leave.” She says with a smile, her voice full of humor.
“Yeah, I am, but I like watching you, that isn’t a crime.”
“Umm, Mr. A.D.A, yes it can be!” She starts laughing.
“Come on Mr. Dallas, time to go,” she says it in a husky voice, and my dick starts to stir.
“Yeah, let’s go, but Morgan, baby, call me Mr. Dallas again in that husky voice, I’ll bend you over the couch and fuck you senseless.” She’s frozen solid, so I walk up to her, press my lips to hers and start to walk towards the front door, when she finally becomes unstuck - my hand is on the door handle.
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