Meet Me (9 page)

Morgan thrust into
me
all at once
and
I
cried out
,
clamp
ing
his sides with
my
legs. He began moving in and out, slow at first, until he found the perfect angle and rhythm. He pushed
my
face aside with his and
kissed
my
neck while
my
moans grew louder with every perfect thrust.

“This is what you want baby?”
He drove faster
.

“Yes, yes,”
I
cried out.

He sat up and
my
eyes flew open. He shoved
my
dress as high as he could get it and knelt between
my
legs, grabbed
my
waist and lifted
my
ass off the bed
. He
pulled
me
onto his cock
, hitting that amazing spot
.

My
cries grew
far too loud but
I
couldn’t help it. He was ramming into that spot that made
my
bones feel like liquid fire
.

“Play with your clit for me Tasha.”

Play with
my
clit?
During sex?
Why had
I
never thought of that?

I
began doing the familiar routine and Morgan’s fingers tensed deliciously around
my
waist.

His movements slowed as he watched. “Yes. Make it hot. Damn that looks good.” He looked at me. “Rub your nipple for me.” His
tortured
eyes went to my still clothed top. “I need to see you.”

The heat in
my
clit was now at the
fuck it
point.
I
yanked
my
shoulder strap
s
off and exposed
my
breasts.
They
were small but perky and
my
nipples were hard.
I
returned to rubbing
my
clit
while
slid
ing my
fingers over
my
nipple.

Morgan gasped and clenched his eyes, his cock throbbing.
Mmm
. He really liked that.
He rotated gazing at my pussy and breasts like an addict
and soon I was lost in the orgasm fast approaching as he slid in and out in a perfect tempo
.

“Come for me baby,” he rasped, his fingers digging.

“Oh God, yes.”
My
head thrashed
and I
arched
my
back
, giving in
to the heat intensifying in
my
clit.
My
climax came hard and Morgan quickly built up
speed
as the waves of pleasure
crashed through
me
. Halfway through, he began pounding into
me
at that perfect angle, bouncing
my
tits with every thrust. My God, that pee feeling returned with intensity right as
my
climax peaked.
My
hands slammed the bed and
I
clutched the covers, watching in shock as he vigorously fucked
me
. What
hap
pen
ed
inside? It felt like something cut loose, warm and hot and mind-blowing.
I
was oblivious to reality while it poured, and Morgan finally roared his release.
I
managed to open
my
eyes to see him. Oh God, yes.
All his muscles strained in his chest, abs and neck. His lips were drawn over his teeth as he came so hard, so long
, his groans mixed with growls
.
Shit that was awesome!
He was nothing like John
who
climaxed in silence
.
Sometimes
I
wondered if he’d come
at all
.
I
was sure there
’d
be bruises where his fingers dug, but wow,
I
loved it.

And what kind of
orgasm
did
I
have? Was it one of those G thingies
I’
d heard about a long time ago?
Sure as hell hoped so
.
H
ate to think I’d just peed on him.

Morgan released
my
waist and fell
o
nto
me
, lips finding
mine
immediately. Both of
us
were still winded from the amazing rush and yet he kissed
me
with an immaculate tenderness, his hand stroking
my
face while he moaned in utter contentment.

I
whimpered back, stroking his muscles along his broad back then ending in his hair.

“Shower with me
.
”
H
e nipped
my
chin then pressed his lips softly into
min
e.

“
Morgan.
”

He jerked up at hearing the tears
I
struggled not to give in to.

“
Shhh
,
shh
, no
no
, don’t cry, please.”

I
shook
my
head
wanting
to tell him
it wasn’t anything he
did, not to worry
.
But if
I
used
my
vocal chords, that would be it.

A sob escaped
me
and
I
covered
my
mouth.
Morgan pulled
me
in his embrace and rocked
me
, making it impossible to keep the avalanche of pent up pain at bay.

I
sobbed like a child, the barely audible words ma
king
their way out. “Why, why, why doesn’t he love me?”

His embraced tightened and he presse
d
his face to mine as though trying to push the pain back. “I love you, I love you,
shhh
,
it’s
okay, I’m here and I love you.”

I
strangled his neck
,
realizing how desperately I needed that.

“I’m so sorry, I love you, I’m so sorry.” Morgan cooed those
amazing
words for nearly five minutes, covering
my
face in delicate kisses.

Like
I
was something
precious.
I wanted to be precious to somebody.

“Let me wash your hair,” he whispered, when my crying finally stopped.

Without the
cover
of
passion, having him see
me
naked was once again worrisome.
What if he wouldn’t like
my
boobs?
And all the not firm parts.
And
those ugly dimples
on
my
thighs. Shit,
I
needed to get in shape. And that stubborn
demon
gut.

“You’re beautiful Tasha.”

I
jerked
my
gaze to his
then
shook
my
head a little, worrying at
my
lip. “What if you don’t like the way I look?”

He lowered his head and nibbled softly at
my
lips until
I
moaned.
I
tensed as his hand slid up
my
dress and stroked over those parts
I
hated most. “You’re beautiful I said.
”
He slipped his finger right into
my
wet folds,
stealing my breath
. “
Don’t’ argue with me.”

H
is tongue
slipped
into
my
mouth and
mimick
ed
his finger in its exploration. Slow, teasing, and searching.

I
raked
my nails
over his shoulders as passion ignited, moving through
my
hips
, making me
push into his hand for more.

“
Mmmm
, yes.
In the shower.”
H
e stroked
my
tongue with his
. “
I want you there.
I want to make you call my name…”
H
e
sucked my lip
gently between his. “…while you come all over m
e
.” He shoved his finger in deep
and flicked rapidly
.
“From right
here.”

A fast moving
fire spread through
my
body
and Morgan drew his head up and watched
.

Good Lord.
I
whimpered as
I
imagined his insanely arousing words
.

He slowly pulled his finger out. “Is that a yes?”

I
gasped and looked at him, feeling feverish.
“How about…you go.
And I’ll meet you?”

He grinned and the sight of it niggled in
my
memory. Maybe
I
’d seen him at Wal-Mart on one of
my
few outings. Or maybe he just had a familiar face.
I
wanted to figure it out, it was embarrassing to think that he might know
me
and not be saying.
Maybe even seen
the
frumpy
side of
me
.
Shame burned
my
cheeks.

But d
ressing sexy
had
only
lead to
heart
ache
,
be
cause
my
husband never seemed to even notice
. S
o why bother?

He got up from the bed and stood shameless in his naked glory.
“I’ll get the water ready.”
With that he walked off and
I
smiled at seeing he still wore his black socks. He sure looked good in those socks.

Chapter Six

Two minutes later,
I
sat at the edge of the bed, working up the nerve.

“Water’s ready,” he called.

Shit.
“Coming.”

H
i
s deep
chuckle
made
heat sw
im
through
my
belly.
I
forced
my
self up and went into the bathroom. He
peeked
his head out of the curtain as
I
slid
a
strap off
my
dress.
I paused with wide eyes.
“Privacy?”

He raised his brows and gave a half grin, no doubt at how stupid that was when
I
was about to climb in there with him.
“Of course.”
He pulled his head back in.

I
quickly took the dress off and snatched a towel from the bath bar and wrapped in it. Another deep breath and
I
opened the curtain at the backside of the tub. Morgan was rinsing soap o
f
f his body a
nd I
got to admire the rear view for a few seconds before he turned and presented the front.
Definitely his finer side.