by C. M. Steele
I carried her over to the bed, the canopy brushing against my shoulders as I pushed my body through the opening and leaned over her. Kissing her lips once, I moved down her jaw, stopping at her neck to savor the taste and to feel her pulse against my mouth. She tilted her head, exposing her neck to me. I growled, nipping at the flesh. My hands slid down to the hem of her sweater; the one that hugged her curves so perfectly and taunted me all night had to go. I lifted it off and tossed it to the other side of the room. The pink blush that she wore half the night was back. “You’re beautiful. Don’t be embarrassed.”
I leaned in and kissed her again, my hands unable to stay still as they skimmed the soft skin of her sides and arms. I pulled back enough to take off my jacket and pull my shirt from my jeans. Needing me just as much as I did her, she hurriedly unbuttoned my shirt.
I stood up and tossed my clothes in a pile as I got undressed, thankful these boots were easy to slip off. I fumbled with the button and zipper on her black slacks, but she didn’t mind as I kissed her belly to make up for it. I was fucking nervous as hell. This had to be good for both of us, not just me. My balls were heavy and signaling my cock that it was game time. She kicked off her flats and I took my time sliding the pants down her legs. I bit my lip, looking at her sexy stems. Wow, I’d never been so damn turned on before. She wasn’t thick or thin, but somewhere in between. Everything about her turned me on, even the silver nail polish on her tiny toes had my cock throbbing.
As I knelt on the wooden floor, I stared at the light brown curls at her vee. I pushed her thighs apart, wanting to taste her pussy. My mind pictured every damn pussy eating scene I’d ever watched. Knowing half that shit was fake, I was going to have to follow her lead. Her cries would guide me. Fuck, I had to get this right. My cock rested on the cool wood and I felt beads of my pre-cum dripping onto the floor. Somehow, I felt like I was marking my territory. I ran my hand over her pussy, trying to tease her. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded, rubbing her inner thighs with my thumbs. I really needed to know. I had no fucking clue what to do.
She didn’t say anything, but she moaned as my hands moved ever closer to her mound. I splayed my fingers across her pussy, my thumb at the top of her entrance. I pushed down on it and her hips bucked. I smiled to myself, pleased at my first bit of success. Pressing my face against her curls, I took in her scent as I tasted her lips. Fuck, the first stream of cum shot from my cock as she cried out. I hadn’t expected her to enjoy my lips pressed against her slit. It was subtle, but so fucking intense. A moan escaped my lips as I came, but I was just getting started. I parted her lips and ran my tongue up her heat. A stuttering moan came from her mouth as I continued slowly, trying to learn her body. I pushed her thighs forward and moved her up the bed as I tongue fucked her. Her thighs rested on my shoulders and tightened around my face as I ate her sweetness.
“Julian,” she moaned, her hands running through my hair, grasping for something to hold on to. I was getting hard all over again, it was if I hadn’t just come.
“That’s it,” I muttered against her wet cunt. I needed her to scream for me. “Come, Morgan. I want to hear you beg for more.” I pressed my thumb against her clit as I licked her cream.
“Ah, I’m…I’m…com-ing,” she panted before screaming my name. “Julian.” It was music to my ears and all my blood traveled back down south, stiffening my dick harder than it had ever been. I got to my feet, picked her thighs up, and wrapped them around my waist as I lined up my cock with her entrance.
Our eyes met and I growled, “Mine,” as I pushed my way through. Immediately she bit back a scream and I felt the burn of moving past her innocence and claiming what was mine.
Hell, it was all mine now. There was no turning back for us. I knew that she was the one before we got our drinks. No way in hell could I let her go. We traded our innocence to each other and that sealed the deal. I looked at her as a tear slid down the side of her face. “I’m sorry, Morgan. It’ll go away in a moment.”
“I know, but it burns like a motherfucker.”
“If it’s any consolation, my dick feels like it’s being choked out by a damn MMA fighter.” She giggled, but I was serious. It didn’t hurt as much as tearing her pussy apart, but this was new to me, too. I wanted to tell her and I should.
“It’s not, but that’s cool. The pain is starting to fade.”
“Let me see if this will help,” I said, dropping my head to her breast, pulling down her bra and taking her peak into my mouth. Fuck, it wasn’t helping me. I was going to come again. Her back arched as I sucked on her tit.
“Ah,” she sighed, her hands clutching the sheets. I pulled off slowly, licking around her nipple and nipping the flesh around it. Her pussy clenched, squeezing my cock. I supposed I was on the right track. I looked into her beautiful eyes, then smiled as I slid my cock in and out of her heat. She made little moans and tiny grunts that started to fade as my cock worked into her.
“You like that, Morgan?” I asked between sucking on her breasts.
“Yes, Julian,” she whimpered, her hands grabbing my forearms as I fucked my woman. I took her mouth as I felt her pussy contract around me.
“Can you come for me again, Morgan? I can’t hang on much longer. You fucking own me, my sweet woman.” I grabbed hold of her braid, tugging on it as I thrust my cock deeper into her.
“I’m coming,” she screamed. I started pumping into her, my cum splashing her virgin walls, planting my baby in her. I’d been so lost in her that I didn’t think about protection. Not that I had some on me and I wasn’t buying any. We were going to get married, so it didn’t matter.
Every ounce of my seed emptied into her body, draining me completely, but damn the feeling was incredible. I rested on my elbows, leaned over and kissed her hard. “You’re mine,” I stated. It wasn’t a question because I wasn’t asking.
Chapter 6
Morgan
Holy fuck. Only as I felt his cum start to drip down between us did I think about protection. We didn’t use anything. Oh my, I was in fucking trouble. He looked down at me with those chocolate eyes and I immediately thought of having his babies. What an idiot. “I need to get up, Julian. I have to use the restroom.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry.” He pulled out of me giving me a great view of his semi-hard cock that was covered in us and tinged with pink. Wow, no wonder that fucking shit hurt. His cock was softening and still looked about eight inches. “Are you okay?” he asked, bending down as I sat on the edge of the bed lost in thought about his impressive length. His eyes were intense as he waited for an answer.
“I don’t know,” I replied. A mix of feelings engulfed me. “We didn’t use any protection.”
“That’s fine with me.” He was unbothered by it. In fact, he had the nerve to smile.
“What? Is that how you normally operate? How many illegitimate children do you have?”
“None, and since you are about to lose your mind over nothing. I’ll tell you something. Don’t laugh at me, but this was the first time for me.”
“Without protection? What’s to laugh about that?” I didn’t want to think about him with other women, with or without protection.
He was on me in a second, pinning me to the bed, his mouth slamming against mine in a kiss that dominated. Julian pulled back and stared down at me. “I meant I’ve never had sex before.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I listened to your cries and felt your body move in my hands, trying to find a way to please you. I don’t have a clue how to fuck. And everything I know comes from stroking it at night.”
“I can’t…”
“What? Believe it? Not many men my age and level of success are virgins, or were as it goes. I’m not interested in gold diggers and I don’t date because I preferred waiting for the one, and I have. If you think I’m joking, just wait and see, sweetheart.”
“How did you last so long?”
“I didn’t. I came as I ate your sweet pu
ssy. Something I don’t think I’ll get enough of.”
“I meant as a teenager.”
“My southern manners, I suppose.” He bent down and took my nipple into his mouth, making me moan and arch my back. “But you and your northern beauty stole that from me.”
“Sorry,” I muttered, though truly not one bit.
“Yeah, sweetheart, that sounded sincere. I suppose you’re no sorrier than I am. Now, let’s get in the shower so we can hit the hay. There’s a lot to do tomorrow after my meeting.” He got up and walked toward the closet opening it. “Shit, wrong room. Bathroom?”
“Down the hall.”
He nodded and waltzed out the door ass naked without an ounce of shame. I laid on the bed, trying to come to grips with what I just did. A big part of me felt guilty because my sister was counting on me to get the deal done. Another part wanted to go at it again and again until Julian realized that he couldn’t live without me. I giggled to myself. It was a foolish dream. He wasn’t in love with me any more than I was with him. I couldn’t explain what it was that I was feeling, but it couldn’t be love, could it? I got off the bed because I could feel the stickiness between my thighs and I knew it was all over the edge of my bedspread. As soon as I looked down, I saw the remnants of his first release. He wasn’t lying. Gosh, I was going to have to clean up all the evidence before my sister made a guest appearance. Shit, I needed to message her before she got panicky and came over. I slipped on my robe and headed downstairs for my phone. I grabbed it and saw two missed calls.
I shot her a text. Going to bed. Talk to you about the meeting in the morning. It didn’t go as I expected. Love you. It didn’t go anything like I expected. I lost my virginity, he didn’t fire me, and I had a naked man roaming my house.
Oh no. Tell me about it in the morning. I love you.
I walked back upstairs and heard him singing in the shower. I stopped in my tracks and listened. Wow, seriously the man could serenade a dead person back to life. My chest was doing that pounding thing again and it was making me nervous. I can’t fall in love with him. He was bigger than me in every way. Now on top of a perfect body, he could sing. I started humming along to his voice when he turned off the water.
“Angel face, are you coming in here or not?” he called out. A shiver of desire coursed through me and my decision was easy.
“I’m coming,” I said, turning the door handle.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, growling and holding the curtain open. His body was ripped and soaking wet. That cock of his wasn’t in the mood to go down.
“Does it ever go down?”
“Apparently not since I met you. I hope it does. Can’t walk around with this guy attracting attention. Now, take off that robe and come in here so I can get you clean then dirty you up again.”
With all the nerve I had, I dropped the robe like I owned my sexuality and strutted toward him. He lifted me up with one arm and pulled me against his strong body. “You are something else, sweetheart.” His mouth came down on mine, claiming my lips.
He spun me toward the spray, then set me on my feet. “I’ve washed up, so let me help you.”
“You don’t have to, Julian.”
“I want to take care of you any way I can.” He stood behind me, reached for the soap, then lathered his hands and rubbed it all over my shoulders and downward. I shouldn’t be embarrassed after what happened, but I’d never been naked in front of a man, showing him my ass. I tilted my head to let the spray rinse off my body. As soon as the suds were gone, his mouth settled down on my pulse. “Now, I get why vampires in the movies go straight here. It turns me on so much to feel your blood racing.”
“So hypertension turns you on, good to know.”
“Smartass,” he murmured against my ear, his warm breath giving me the chills. I couldn’t concentrate on washing myself with him in here, but he was on to me. He took the loofah from my hands and added some more soap before trailing it up and down my body. When I felt the mesh sponge reach my female bits, I shied away, but my back only slammed into his. “You think you can get away? I don’t think so, sweetheart. I want to play with your kitty. It’s mine now, so let me.” This man could do whatever he wanted to me. I was officially putty in his hands. With his arm around my waist, holding me against him, his other hand reached between my thighs and rubbed the loofah against my heat. It wasn’t meant to be sexy, but my body would beg to differ.
“Cowboy, what are you trying to do to me?”
“Worship you,” he stated, his fingers replacing the loofah. “I can’t get enough of touching you. Do you like it?” he asked.
“Like isn’t the right word, Julian,” I muttered, panting as I tried to keep from falling.
“Do you love it, Morgan? Do you love having your pussy teased by me? Only me?” His voice was pleading.
“Yes,” I piped out, trying to hold back the need to come. I was so close. He let go of his hold on my waist and grabbed my chin, turning my face to his. He kissed me hard while he strummed my pussy. I moaned into his mouth, coming on his hand. He growled and in a flash lifted me off my feet, pressing me against the shower wall. My tits hit the cold tiles as his cock pushed into me from behind. His entry didn’t stop my orgasm, but somehow prolonged it, making me come harder as he climaxed, too.
“See what you do to me, Morgan. I feel wild and crazy as fuck.”
“That makes two of us,” I sighed, loving that his firm chest rested on my back as he came down from his orgasm. The connection felt primal and oh so good.
It took another ten minutes to get out of the shower and into bed. “I’m sorry about the mess I made. Let’s get some sleep. I have a boring meeting in the morning that’s going to keep me from you far too long for my liking.” He wrapped me up in his arms and we collapsed into a deep sleep.
Chapter 7
Julian
I woke up feeling like the world was perfect. Morgan was laying on top of me in her naked glory and my cock was pressed against her pussy. I could feel her wetness coating my length and just a slight movement would give me access to her depths, but after last night she needed her rest.
It seemed that in the middle of the night her need matched mine. I’d woken up with her grinding against me. As soon as I could open my eyes, I had her on her back and drove my seed into her womb. However, now I couldn’t stay wrapped up in her sheets. Work called and no matter what, I had to handle my business.
“Sweetheart, I have to go,” I whispered in her ear, then rolled her onto the mattress.
“Julian, you’re leaving?” she replied, her eyes still closed.
“Yes, sweetheart. I have to take a conference call.”
“Oh, yes. So I’ll see you Wednesday afternoon to go over the meeting materials?”
“No.” She immediately jumped up, sitting up in the bed looking at me like I was the devil.
“No?”
“No. You’ll be seeing me as soon as I’m done with my call. I’ll be back here to come and get you. Then we’re going to spend the rest of the day together.”
“Um. I have to go into work, too.”
“No, you don’t. As far as I’m concerned, I’m your only client. I’m sure that your sister will understand that. Doodle some of the designs or whatever it is you do, and if you want me to look at them tonight, that’s fine. If you want to wait until our scheduled time to show me that’s fine, too.”
“Oh,” she said, biting her lip.
“I don’t mean to come off as a dick, but this, us, has nothing to do with the contract for the remodel. I don’t want it to get in the way at all. Don’t doubt me, Morgan. Never doubt me.” I bent down and stole a kiss. “I’m going to miss you. But I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“I’m gonna miss you, too.” A sweet smile appeared and I had to steal one more kiss.
“Keep my dinner nice and warm,” I whispered against her lips as I cupped her pussy. She gasped and blushed. That shit backfired on me big time. “I�
��ve got to go. Get some sleep. I’ll walk myself out.”
“I can walk you out.”
“No, you can’t, because I will end up fucking you against the damn door and miss my meeting. Get some sleep. You’re going to need it.” I scooped up all my clothes, getting dressed as I walked toward the front door. It was a miracle, but I walked out of the house without saying goodbye again. I knew if I saw her, I’d reschedule the meeting. She was doing everything to fuck up my priorities and she wasn’t even trying. I was going to have to make a call to my parents. Another wedding up here was bound to happen. This place was fucking magical for us.
The sun was bright as I got into my car. The weather was muggy, so I lowered the windows, hoping for a breeze. I hit my brother’s number as I pulled out of the driveway. He was an hour ahead, so I knew he was in the office already. “I just called to say I love you.”
“That’s nice,” he said, laughing at me. “What’s going on?” I drove away as I saw a woman that looked a bit like Morgan walk up to the house. I wondered if it was her sister, Megan, and was glad I didn’t start fucking Morgan at the door. Oh well, I actually liked Megan because she sent me Morgan.
“There’s something in the water here, brother,” I replied.
“Oh yeah? Who is she and when do we need to be up there?”
“I don’t know yet, but she’s the designer.”
“The designer?” I could hear his voice get hard. “Julian.”
“Don’t give me shit. She’s not even hired yet, and you went after an actual employee.”
“But she could sue us.”
“She wouldn’t. I’ve got my own Harley,” I emphasized. We were brothers and some things were shared between us.
“Congrats. Do you want me to let them all know?”
“I haven’t asked her, so I don’t know if she’s got her hopes on a big wedding or not.”
“Okay. Since she is a designer, then maybe she does.”
“That’s what I was thinking, but then again, she would probably get it together faster than most. Anyways, I wanted to warn you that she’s not conventional. Her designs were better than the last ones.”
