Meet Me (10 page)

“You made it.”

I
raised
my
eyes to his, flushing. The towel clearly humored him.
Could’ve been worse.

“I’ve never seen anybody shower with a towel.”

I clutched the top with both hands
, making sure it was nice and tight. “I’m…shy is all.”

He stepped
forward
until he towered just
before
me
.
I
stared at his chest and
lowered
my
eyes
to
the dark hair
running down the center of his abs. Laid
so p
retty
on his
tanned
skin.

He tilted
my
face up with a finger.
I
swallowed
, forcing
my
self to meet his tickled gaze,
wishing
I
didn’t feel so damn in
ferior
.
Didn’t need to be nervous.

His slipped one hand around
my
back and pressed
me
to his body. Then with his other hand, he lifted
my
leg up along his, pressing
my
now exposed heat to his hard leg. His hand at
my
lower
sealed us tightly.
The twinkle in his eyes left as heat dilated his pupils. His mouth descended on
mine with a hunger
.

The momentum
of his kiss
forced
me
to abandon
my
iron hold on
the
towel and wrap
my
arms around his neck. While his tongue plundered
my
mouth, he sneakily removed
my covering
.

I
broke the kiss and gasped, covering
my
breasts, wishing
I
had two more hands for
my
atrocious gut.
Oh my God, how could he like
me
?

I
was too worried at his reaction to even speak, there was only staring and waiting for that look to register on his face.
The
oh
, now I see why you hid
e
,
look.
His eyes refused to leave
mine
though. Again he came forward and
I
saw what would happen.
I’d
need to hold on to him. Shit.

My
back hit the shower wall and
my
arms remained locked in place. Breath erratic,
I
held his gaze
. “Don’t look
now,
just…wait, like a month from now, after I work out?”
That’s all it would take to be worthy of this god man before
me
.

“Not a chance.” Hi
s
mouth
came for
mine
and his fingers played over
my
pussy lips, stroking softly what was available between
my
clamped legs
. H
e forced
my
mouth open with his lips and made love to
me
with his tongue.
I
fought to keep
my
mind about
me
as his finger found
my
clit and moved in wide slow circles over it. Jesus, that was...unfair.

“You’re
mine
now.”
He rubbed his engorged cock against
my
belly
,
side to side
with a
groan.
“Touch me Tasha,” he croaked.

Like
my
body could care less about inhibitions,
my
right hand flew to capture the hot shaft in its embrace. He moaned right in
my
mouth, nipping
my
lip. He growled and deepened the kiss, desire laboring his breath as I stroked his length between us.

He reached down and moved
my
hand to his balls.
I
moaned and cupped them and he pumped his hips, the head of his cock hitting
my
stomach.
I c
apture
d
his
hard length
in my other hand
.

Morgan groaned again and devoured
my
mouth with an overwhelming hunger, his tongue lashing over, under, and all around
mine
. He helped
me
make it feel good,
squeezing
my
hand as
I
stroked him, moved
my
caress
over his balls
. H
is groans
were s
o damn hot.

He wrapped his hands around my wrists and pushed his leg into my pussy, pressing me against the wall.
He
raised my arms up and placed my hands on either side of my head. 

Oh shit. Oh no.

He kissed my forehead, then my nose, my lips
,
and locked gazes with me. I struggled to get free and he raised his brows and shook his head.
“Mine.”

“Morgan! Let go. Please.”

He moved in to kiss
my
lips and
I
jerked right. He settled for
my
cheek.
“Just one peek.”
He
moved to my
earlobe
and flicked
with his tongue
. I
drew
my
shoulder up.

“Don’t be angry,” he whispered. “I have to see you, I’m sorry. I’ve fantasized too long not to. How can you not know you’re beautiful?”

He pulled away and
I
scrunched
my
eyes tight when
I
saw him looking
at my
breasts. “Please stop looking.”

“So beautiful.”
Hot breath on
my
nipple made
me
flinch. Then his entire mouth was sucking greedily.

“So small,”
I
gasped.

He moaned with his mouthful and finally pulled up
,
my
breast smack
ing
from his lips.
“So perfect.”
He flicked the tip with his tongue then suddenly his mouth was on
mine
,
making
me
dizzy. Morgan spun
me
around. Hands plastered on the wall,
I
tried to turn, but he held
my
waist tight. “I said I need to look at you.” The breathy whisper
heated my
entire body.

“Morgan, please,
don’t
.”

“What are you ashamed of?” His mouth still heated
my
ear and one hand cupped
my
ass.
“
Surely
not this.”
His hand continued between
my
legs. “Open them.”

I
whimpered at the command and obeyed
.

“
Mmm
.” H
is finger dipped into
my
pussy, then slid up behind
me
.
My breath caught
when he stopped at
my
exit and
administered
sensual circles on it. “I love
your
ass.”

Oh God.
I
hated it.
“It’s…
flabby
.” Th
e
gasped
words sounded silly now.

He nibbled
my
ear and filled both his hands with
my
cheeks. “It’s soft. Like you.” He kneaded the flesh in his hands. “But I know how to work it out.”

His cock nestled between
my
butt
cheeks and
I
couldn’t keep from pushing against it.
So warm and thick.
I
turned
my
face toward him, leaning
back
. “Fuck me. Please.”

“I will.
After I wash your hair.”
He pulled
me
entirely against him and embraced
me
tight, his hands caressing both
my
breasts softly while he kissed
my
neck.

Wash
my
hair? Was
I
dreaming?

He
turned with
me
and walked
us
toward the spray o
f water
. Staying attached to
me
, he helped wet
my
hair, his cock a delicious distraction between
my
butt cheeks. Not to mention his muscular torso pressing into
my
back. Felt so amazing.

A minute later,
I
stood
in awe with his gentleness.
I’d
never have guessed how
erotic it
might
fe
e
l to have his fingers massaging
my
scalp
. The
constant friction from his
thick cock
nestled between
my
butt cheeks of course aided that effect. Also
reminded
me
of what was soon to come.
There were no words as he held me in the stream of spray and rinsed my hair. Wow,
how romantic it was.
I
laid
my
head back against his chest and he finally turned me around and rinsed me that way.

“God you’re breasts are beautiful.”

I
wanted to disagree but
with that
tormented
tone of his, it was difficult
.
So
convincing.
As hard as it was to imagine he actually liked them, hope still took root.
I’d
been so sure
my
breasts could never be thought of as pretty in anyway, much less beautiful.
Always one alphabet away from
making the grade.
I
resented them
.

Morgan pulled
me
out of the stream and immediately began feasting on
my nipple
, his hands sliding up and down
my
not trim waist. But the sounds he made said
I
was perfection.
I knew I wasn’t but if I was to him…that’s all I cared about.

I
ran
my
fingers through his short hair, clos
ed my
eyes and let go of
my
insecurities. Let
my
self believe
I
was what he seemed to think.
My
nails raked and
I
arched
my
back, pushing
my
breasts toward him.

“Yes,” he gasped, moving to the other one and filling his mouth with it,
a hand
cupping and squeezing.

I
watched breathless how
my
nipple looked as he pulled away and swirled his tongue all over it.
He stood to his full height and kissed
me
passionately.
I
vaguely realized he’d turned
me
and
my
back was against the shower wall again. “Put your leg on the tub.”

Breathless,
I
lifted
my
left leg and placed it on the edge.

“Hold on to me.” He placed a hand on the shower wall next to
me
then looked down and stroked his cock
on my entrance
.
We
watched as
my
full lips flared with his thick head
as he r
otated
it
slowly o
ver
my
clit
next
.
He gave a growl that promised lethal passion while
my
desperate moan already begged for mercy.