“Do you not like –“
“I like everything about you,” he said softly. “Just…I want you right now.”
The need and reverence in his voice sent a shudder through her, and she nodded, going still and letting her eyes drift shut. There was something deep inside her that told her that it was all right, that she could trust him. No harm could ever befall her when she was with him. In another time, it might have shocked her, but right now, laid bare and open to the sweet warmth of Morgan's body, she could sense the truth of it.
There was a kind of relentless restless energy to Morgan as he touched her body, his mouth exploring her as eagerly as his hands did. At some point, she gave up the fight to lie still. Her hands came up to tangle in his dark hair, closing and drawing him even closer.
“You are so beautiful,” Morgan murmured against her skin. “So very beautiful, made for me.”
“Were you made for me?” she breathed. She intended it to be a joke, something to make him laugh, but the sound he made was somewhere between a purr and a growl.
“Made for you before I was born,” he assured her, and in that moment of truth and vulnerability, she believed it. She believed him, and a part of her that she had never even known was closed, opened.
Harper moaned as Morgan's hands grew bolder, as he tugged at the waistband of her skirt and started to draw it down her hips, taking her underwear with it. He was slow and careful, but there was a kind of restrained urgency to him that set her on fire. He wanted this at least as much as she did, but he was like a hurricane that she held at bay with only an upraised hand.
She squirmed as he kissed her round thighs, nibbling his way from hip to knee and then tonguing the sensitive place behind her knees to make her laugh.
“It's good,” she murmured. “You're so good, honey...”
The purring growl was back, and now he shifted even closer to her, gathering her up so that one muscular arm pillowed her head and the other roved her body with hungry need. He nuzzled her ear, sending shivers through her, and now she could feel the press of his hard cock against her hip.
“Come on,” she murmured, but he only nipped at her earlobe.
“Just a little more,” he whispered. “Just let me have a little more of you before I lose myself.”
She started to ask him what he meant, but then his hand urged her legs apart, closing on the soft flesh there with a possessive tenderness that made her heart race. Her hand came up to wrap urgently around his wrist, and he stopped.
“No?”
“I need more,” she said, burying her face in the crook of his neck. “Please.”
Without a word, he slid his fingers down along her slit, parting her gently bit by bit. They were both shaking with need now, but he refused to hurry, no matter how much she told him she wanted it, wanted him. His fingers dipped down to her warm entrance, encouraging the wetness there, and then he drew them up to her clit, almost aching now with need. Morgan repeated the motion over and over again until she was almost writhing in his grasp, and finally she shook her head.
“I need you,” she said, taking his wrist and holding it still. “I'm not joking now. I need you.”
Something about that must have gotten through to him because he pulled his fingers away. For a moment, she felt bereft, colder than she should have been, almost angry at being left, and then he rolled on top of her, kneeling between her thighs and spreading them even further.
“You want this?” he asked, almost humbly. “You want me?”
“Yes, yes, yes...”
She would have said it a hundred times, but apparently she had said it enough. He came down over her with the full weight of his muscular frame, and then she gasped as he pressed the hard blunt head of his cock between her lips, sweeping up to her clit before bringing it down to push inside her.
The pressure of him inside her, actually filling her, made her light-headed with need; it was what she had wanted, and at the same time, it was far from enough. He stroked into her twice, slow and sweet, and then she could feel him shaking over her.
“I…want you too much,” he said, an edge of desperation in his voice.
Harper reached up push his dark hair out of his face.“Then have me,” she said, smiling, and with a groan, he seized her hips and thrust into her hard.
This was what she had needed, she thought, and then her mind gave itself over to the intense and overwhelming pleasure of Morgan moving over her like a storm. She lost herself to the intimacy of possessing Morgan and being possessed by him, and when he captured her mouth in a wild kiss, she threw her arms around him.
They moved together, lost in each other, and when the pressure building up in her core became too much, Morgan dropped his head next to hers, kissing her face.
“Let go, princess. I'll catch you.”
That was what it took. One moment she thought she might shake herself to bits, and the next she was crying out, clinging to him with all her strength as the pleasure shot through her body like fireworks. It burned her from the inside out, taking her breath away, and it was only when Morgan uttered a shout himself that she realized she was digging her nails hard in his shoulders, raking them down his back.
Still joined, he pulled back to look at her, and the wonder that she saw on his face was mirrored in her own. They breathed together, long deep breaths, and then he pulled away from her with care.
Morgan took her into his arms, and for
