Page 31 of Craving Morgan
The hard rasp of his denim jeans rubbed against her legs.She could feel the hard press of his length, bulging against her exposed core.“I didn’t want to waste a second.”
Morgan rolled her hips forward, grinding her sex over his.They both groaned in unison.Morgan’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt until she had enough of it open to tear it apart.A few buttons went flying.Jameson sat up and helped her take it off and toss it on the floor with a squishy flop.Morgan’s fingers slid down his torso, relearning all the contours of his sculpted chest.Jameson worked out all the time, wanting to stay fit to chase down bad guys.
Her fingers reached for the top of his jeans, but he distracted her when he leaned forward, she thought to kiss her, but instead, he clamped his lips over her right nipple.Morgan gasped, feeling a tug straight to her clit as his teeth bit down with a pinch of pain, only to be soothed by his tongue.Morgan gripped the back of his head to hold him close.
“How I’ve missed these beauties,” Jameson husked, turning his attention to her other nipple and applying the same treatment.“So sensitive.” He pulled back, releasing her nipple with a pop sound then turned back to the other again.His hands clung to her hips, holding her in place as she wriggled in his lap unable to hold still.“So perky.Tart and spicy just like you.”
“Jameson,” she groaned in frustration.“Hurry.I need you.” God, she was needy.Her body hummed with electricity.She was hypersensitive.Her sex clenched, needing his hard cock thrusting in and out of her.It felt so empty.
“Where?Where do you need me?” he rasped, still laving her nipples.
“Inside me.” Morgan wasn’t shy about voicing her desires.It took the guesswork of it.She wasn’t afraid to tell Jameson to go harder or gentler.
“Here?”
Morgan sat up higher as Jameson’s fingers snaked between their bodies.She hissed out a breath when a finger filled her, but it wasn’t enough.“More,” she begged.She tried lifting herself to ride his fingers, but his hand still latched onto her, keeping her immovable.
“Like this?” He inserted another finger.It was tight from not being used for a long time, but it was a good stretch.The water from the bath helped ease his glide.
His thumb grazed over her clit.Morgan’s knees clenched, squeezing against Jameson’s thighs as a tremor wracked through her body.Jameson did it again and again.Applying just enough pressure to keep her on edge but not let her orgasm.As soon as she got close, he would back off.
“I need you inside me.” She was close.She could feel the orgasm rolling through her like a coming storm, and she wanted him inside of her when it happened.
“We have all night,” was his reply before taking her lips in a toe-curling kiss.Damn, the man knew how to kiss and make her forget everything but what he was doing.
His fingers pulled out to wrap his hands around her back, crushing her to his chest.Morgan’s fingers tunneled through his hair.
Morgan wanted him.Here.Now.She needed to feel his bare skin.She needed to feel him thrusting inside of her.Morgan needed to be pressed up against his chest, feeling that connection.A reaffirmation she was still alive.
Not willing to wait, Morgan reached between them and started tugging on the button of his jeans.Which sounded easier said than done with it being wet and the fabric unmovable.She finally managed to free him.
Her hand snaked under the material to grip him.Her fingers could barely touch around his girth.Long-forgotten memories surfaced of what it used to feel like pulsing inside of her.Her mouth hungered for a taste of him, but that would have to come later.Much later.
“Fuck that feels good.” He loosened his grip and leaned back to give her more room and help lower his underwear and jeans just down past his hips.His hips rose to meet her strokes.
She knew how he felt.Morgan worked him alternating from fast and slow.She knew how to make him as mindless as he was making her, just keeping him on the edge until he was putty in her hands.
Having enough foreplay, Morgan shifted forward, poising his cock at her entrance.“Morgan, wait.” His fingers locked around her hips, preventing her from dropping herself over him.
“Why?” She knew he wanted her.She could feel it in her hand.Every hard velvety inch of him.He had told her he loved her.So what was the hold-up?She could already be screaming from her first orgasm if he wasn’t stopping her.
Morgan could see the strain on his face.It was taking a Herculean effort to not drop her over his cock and take what she was freely offering.
“You’ve just been through a traumatic experience.I don’t want to rush this.” He swallowed hard.Morgan noted beads of sweat on his forehead.His forearms shook, keeping her locked in place.“I don’t want you to regret this,” he gritted between clenched teeth.
Morgan released his cock to cup his face and force him to look at her.“I’m only going to say this once and then we are done with this conversation and you are going to make love to me.I love you.That hasn’t changed.Even when I was angry with you.What happened tonight doesn’t change that.I knew I still loved you before that happened.I was already planning on apologizing and fixing things between us.”
Relief swept over Jameson’s features.“I’m sorry for putting my work first.Never again.You will always come first.”
He had already proven he could do that tonight.It only confirmed her decision to give him another chance.“And I’ll tell you when I’m feeling neglected.I won’t stay silent.”
“Good.I just want you to know, I haven’t been with anyone since you left me.”
She hadn’t thought he had since he was married to his job, but it helped hearing him say that.“Neither have I.Now that we’ve got that out of the way, can we—” Her words faded out and she finished with a bellow.
Chapter 17
Jameson didn’t let her finish her sentence.He pulled her down on his cock, sinking balls deep in one thrust.Her head tossed back, her hair draping over her back, the ends ticking his fingers.Morgan’s mouth fell open as a groan tore from her throat at his sudden invasion.