The kiss was more than a show of gratitude for the blow job, I was sure. From its intensity, I was beginning to think he cared for me as much as I cared for him. It lasted for some time before he began to kiss my neck and then my breasts, one at a time. He buried his head in the valley between them. Under me, I could feel his erection growing again and repositioned myself so I could rub my clitoris against it, increasing my own pleasure.
His mouth sought mine again, his tongue prodding and searching the inside of my mouth as his hands traveled down my body and buried themselves inside my bikini bottom. I heard him groan softly into my hair as he slipped two fingers inside me. As he finger-fucked me, he stroked my clit with his thumb, totally driving me wild. I wanted more. I needed more as I rubbed against his fingers. Sensing that I was close to coming, Morgan removed his fingers and sucked them dry.
“I’m clean, baby,” he whispered hoarsely. “I want you native. Nothing between us.”
My breath caught. “I’m clean, too…yes, I want you that way, too.”
One slight tug of the string and my bikini bottom fell to the floor. I straddled him, rubbing my clitoris against his penis, up and down, driving myself crazy but enjoying every moment. As the urgency began to build within me once more, I pushed down further over the head of his cock and began to move. He kissed my breasts and fondled each nipple. Finally, I pushed down all the way, until he filled me completely. The feeling was so fantastic I nearly exploded. I covered his mouth with mine as I began my rocket ride to the heavens.
I rode his cock, moving up and down slowly at first, rubbing my clitoris against it, savoring every stroke. Then I leaned back, giving him a terrific view of his penis inside me as I gently rocked back and forth. I began to stroke my nub, which was now exposed. When I felt my orgasm growing close, I rode him harder and faster, moving in close to him so he could suckle my breasts. Just as I felt the first wave of pleasure hit, Morgan slipped a finger into my ass, giving me heightened pleasure. He then grabbed my hips and moved me up and down as fast as he could. One wave of pleasure after another took hold of me, taking me to a place I’d never been.
After coming down from the heavens, I kissed Morgan and left him to soak in the sauna. While I was soaking, I thought about what had just happened between us. The sex we’d just had seemed more than two bodies coming together to relieve tension. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever experienced. The sex I’d had with Jimmy and Deacon seemed to be just that—sex and nothing more. I’d kidded myself about being in love with either of them. What had transpired between Morgan and me was special, no doubt about it. He’d taken me to a level of pleasure I’d never before experienced. I hadn’t heard bells and whistles; I’d heard a symphony. When he was near me, I felt our hearts beat as one. What scared me more was that I doubted I could live without him now. I didn’t care if he had money or not. With him, I didn’t need expensive toys. He was all my Christmas presents until eternity. Now, however, after all was said and done, I had one humongous problem, and its name was Deacon Masters.
* * *
Over dinner, I decided to have a little fun at Morgan’s expense. I knew how much he hated to show his emotions, always keeping things so businesslike between us. I wanted to rattle his cage some.
“How was your nap this afternoon?”
“Okay,” he said, though I thought I detected a little twinkle in his eye.
“Just okay?” Is that all he thought it was? That wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear.
“Yeah. It was nothing much.”
That blew my mind. I thought it was the highlight of my life, and he referred to it as if he’d been with any old girl. I threw my napkin down in disgust and started to walk away from the table. His strong arm shot out and grabbed mine.
“Wait a minute, baby girl, don’t go.”
Something different in his voice compelled me to turn around.
“I was only teasing you. It was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me.” He pulled me onto his lap.
“Do you really think so?”
“Yes,” he whispered and sought my lips. He tasted sweet, and I kissed him back more passionately than I’d originally planned. “I’ve wanted that to happen between us for the longest time,” he confessed. “I’ve been in love with you from the first moment I saw you in the pancake restaurant.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “You had great tits.”
I playfully punched his shoulder.
“I saw you and wanted to jump your bones right there on the table.”
“Unfortunately, Deacon wanted me.”
“That and…”
“What?” I stroked his cheek.
“I didn’t think you’d want me.”
“Why?” I asked, as the reason came to me. He was referring to his being African American. “Baby, I think you’re the most beautiful, exciting man I’ve ever known. I couldn’t care less if you were green and came from Mars.”
Morgan laughed.
“But we still have a big problem, though. Deacon loves me.”
“Exactly. But he’ll never love you as much as I do.”
I gently touched his face.
